Oh, hey again. To clarify some things, this story is a Light and L love story, and will contain swearing and violence later on. No lemons, but there will be steamy kissing and what not. Thanks for all the reviews and reads I have had so far! I'm glad this story is being well received.

This is a story that I had to get out, and I will try to keep up the updates. But I do get distracted because I have many other stories floating around in my mind, most of them original stores, and others like parallel worlds to existing fanfictions. I'll stop now because I don't want to go on and on.

Any more questions feel free to ask and I'll try to clarify. It seems like my ability to write author notes does exist. Kinda. Happy Holidays!

Light was sitting on a couch, working on a puzzle on the coffee in silence. The puzzle was a landscape of the Japanese country side, including a small train station, a field of long golden grass, and distant mountains in the background.

I looked over at him from a table on the other side of the room. I and the other men had drinks in their hands, some sake, others scotch. Aizawa was smoking a cigar, a rare sight since he gave up the habit after getting married several years ago. But necessary, the drinks and cigar were.

The Chief was dead. His child orphaned. All by the hands of Sachiko.

Just the thought of it made me so angry. He took another swig of the strong drink, not wincing at all as it went down.

Sachiko had always seemed so nice. So mild mannered. No one had seen this coming. Soichiro had loved her as much as any husband loved his wife. Other then staying late at work, Soichrio was a good husband, never cheating, never even thinking about cheating, he didn't gamble, rarely drank, and had an admirable sense of justice.

Together they had raised what had been a perfect son, smart, good-tempered, and adorable for his age. But now he would forever be hurt by this tragic event. Light had not spoken a word since he woke up the next morning. He only gave a shake or nod of the head in response to what was said to him, if he chose to acknowledge the words at all.

It has been two days since the murder-suicide. When Light had shown up at the station the situation seemed unreal. I remembers the feeling of being submerged in water while have a burst of adrenaline at the same time when I walked into the lobby to find Light covered in blood. The other detectives and I had stayed late working on a case, but Soichiro had gone home on time to eat dinner with his family. Aizawa also left by that time, leaving us bachelors behind.

My first reaction was to run to Light's aid. Mogi called Soichiro's number. As I assessed Light for wounds, Mogi informed us no one picked up. I found Light to be unhurt, but I could not be relieved. The blood had to come from somewhere.

A sense of foreboding that had begun since I saw Light grew in my stomach.

I held Light as he cried. I put him to bed on the couch when he grew exhausted from his sobbing. I sat next to him for awhile, waiting for the crime scene investigation team to report what had happened.

As I sat I wondered what exactly had happened. Light had not given much information to work with, but no one could blame him.

Was it revenge? Perhaps a criminal or the friends or family of a criminal Soichiro had found evidence? Or a home invasion gone wrong? But when the truth came out no one felt satisfied with the result. No one felt settled.

It's hard to accept the unexpected.

Now all that really remained was what to do with Light.

Leaving my thoughts I broke the silence.

"What happens now?" I asked. Everyone shifted in uncomfortably their seats.

"He can't stay," Aizawa stated.

"Why can't he?"

"We all know why." Aizawa leaned back in his seat, and took a swig of his drink. "I'm the only married man here, and I can't take Light in. I have a wife and baby daughter that I barely see and care for. The rest of you are all bachelors, so it would be unorthodox for you to become his guardians."

He paused and switched hands his glass was in. He glanced over at Light then stared at the table, now hunched over, resting on his elbows and forearms.

"And we all known none of us are prepared to deal with a child who has been in such a traumatic event. He has spoken in two days. We have no way to be sure how he will be affected, and no time to devote the time necessary to deal with him when we do find out."

"You just want to send him away?" I exclaimed. I didn't want to let go of Light. He needed us. Damn, why did Aizawa's words have to make sense?

"He's right," said Mogi. "We have no choice."

"… Fine" I finally agreed. I looked to Light once more wondering if he had heard us. If he did he portrayed no sign that he did and kept solving the puzzle.

This was one of the last times I saw him. Time went by quickly after that decision. Child services soon came and took Light away to an orphanage, with plans to place him in a loving, attentive family. We were told to not contact him as he settled in, and later they would give us the okay, and let Light write to us and us to him. But the okay never came and we never heard from Light again.

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Watari arrived at the orphanage at ten o'clock sharp, a fact he confirmed for himself with his state-of-the-art wrist watch. He stepped out of his town car and walked towards the old building, a briefcase in his hands.

The air was just starting to get cold, and Watari was thankful for the jacket he was wearing. The wind that blew ruffled his mustache a bit. Watari pressed on in anticipation.

Having the Watari house have the standards it has for admissions, a prospective student didn't come around often. And this student had some of the best testing scores for his age that Wammy had not come across in a long time.

Watari walked inside and notified the staff of his arrival. He was lead to a small room with a table and chairs, which were child sized, therefore low to the ground. He sat down at the table and began preparing when the staff member helping him went to fetch Light Yagami.

Opening his brief case, Watari pulled out several small stacks of paper. They were tests to properly assess Light's intellect. Included in those stacks of papers was Light's file, which Watari wanted to have at hand during this interview and testing session.

Watari didn't have to wait long for Light. About five minutes after first arriving to the room, Watari saw the door open again and a small child standing on the other side. He was Japanese, with short light brown hair and subdued brown eyes. Behind him stood a female staff member who was cajoling him to go into the room.

"Go in, Light. Some one is waiting to see you. They might take you to a new home. And Light, honey, remember to smile. People like people who smile and have good manners." The female staff member then gave Light a little push, making Light enter the room. Light looked back at her in slight annoyance, but then settle into a cautious blank expression as he approached the stranger waiting for him at the table.

"Over here." Watari gestured to a chair next to him.

Light walked to the chair and sat. The door behind him closed, leaving the pair alone. Light stared at Watari, with no hint of a smile on his face, just cool calculation and observation.

"Light, I am the owner of a school for orphaned children like you; children who are smart and clever. I would like to test you and see if you can become a student," Watari told Light. Watari went on to explain a little more about the school, but nothing too detailed, but Light didn't seem to care. Watari went on to explain about how he would test Light.

First Light would take a math test, from the most basic level to the third year of middle school. That should be a proper range to assess the seven year old. Then he would take an assortment of science tests, including earth sciences, biology, chemistry, and physics. These were more to get a grasp on exactly how extensive Light's knowledge was. Watari didn't expect him to know it all, for at his level a lot of these subjects had yet to be covered in the Japanese school regimen.

A few other subjects would be covered, including Japanese and English. Depending on how much he passed Light would be admitted to the special school for orphans.

Light understood and expressed he was ready to start testing. Watari handed him the first packet, and told Light he had ninety minutes to complete the math portion of the test. He provided Light with a calculator, scratch paper, and several pencils with erasers.

Light began and worked silently on his test. He was intensely focused on the test. He rarely used the scratch paper and rarely used the calculator as well, doing all but a few problems mentally. He rarely stalled on a question, answering with ease and a steady pace. At the end of the allotted time Watari took away the test and gave Light a little break before issuing the next.

As Light worked on one test Watari graded the previous test. Light's score were almost flawless. His range of knowledge was wide, showing he had either been taught outside of school by someone or by himself. Self-taught geniuses were not unheard of.

But was most outstanding was few of the children who had been tested by Watari had achieved such excellence at his age. This child's style even reminded of a certain raven haired teen back in England.

Things were going well until about three-fourths of the way through the testing. Light was in the middle of a test when Watari got a call on his emergency cell. He had turned off his business and personal cell phones for the interview with Light, but his emergency cell phone was always left on, and rarely used. Feeling its vibrations made Watari instantly tense.

He excused himself to Light and stepped out of the room and into the hall for some privacy. It was Roger, Watari's man in charge of the Orphanage.

"A is dead."

This hit Watari like a tone of bricks. After the shock melted away he was hit by a wave of grief. Watari had cared deeply for A.

"He committed suicide. We need you back here as soon as possible." Roger continued.

"I understand. I will be there as quickly as possible." Watari hung up the phone and immediately dialed the Tokyo airport. He quickly secured a ticket on the next flight to England, which would leave in forty minutes. All that was important now was getting back as soon as possible. The situation would be unclear until he arrived.

Watari re-entered the room where Light was testing. He informed Light he had to leave, promised to be back, collected the papers, than tracked down a staff member, informing them of his department. His town car was outside waiting for him, ready to take off. Within the hour Watari was on the flight home.

The following days, weeks, and months were hectic and busy beyond belief. Watari aged several years in the process. It wasn't until a few months later that Light reappeared on Watari's mind. The realization that he had forgotten about Light made Watari ashamed. When he checked Light's official files he found that Light had already been placed with a foster family. It was too late.

And that is a wrap for chapter two. Thank you for reading! I enjoyed all your comments and favorites. I promise to update at smaller intervals. The main reason for my long pause was that I was hashing out the plot of the story more clearly, so now I already know everything that is going to happen. You just now have to wait and found out.