Ryuk

I watched Light Yagami for a long time over the last few days. Light had killed roughly ten humans, ten criminals. He was getting used to the vampire scene, the nighttime thrill. 'Course, he was pretty gruesome with the killings, and I always had to be the one who cleaned it up, so, after one too many kills, I finally told Light that he couldn't be messy with this, and how to clean up cleanings easily. Vampires had connections with humans, a few close ones, and it was easy to get rid of bodies and blood.

I also noticed that Light's time between the killings was getting shorter, and his eyes were always looking for a bad person, for blood. I guessed this would happen. That Light would fall to the bloodlust, and forget all about the criminals he was supposedly only going to kill. His eyes were turning a bright red, a sign for all vampires that he wasn't controlled. If word got out to the other vampires, Light would be sentenced to die, for the good of all vampires.

I asked Light about that, Light agreed that yes, the blood was good, and he was getting addicted. Light said he would hold back, and make sure he could hold himself together.

After a few days, Light seemed to get his head back. His eyes turned back to a dark brown, and his copper hair and clothes didn't look like he didn't wash for a week. He killed one criminal every night, until he got used to it, then he killed more. It was like getting used to a drug that didn't affect him well, and he used it every day until his immune system kept his body from getting hurt. The kid was smart, but I guessed it wouldn't be too long before his plan would fail him. I hoped it wouldn't though; humans were fun for a change.

Light learned more about his vampire powers. The speed, strength, special senses, all that good stuff and he used it. The killings were quicker, cleaner, and more efficient. The humans were noticing the change of pace, surprisingly. The news became littered with gossip and stories of 'unknown criminal deaths' all across Japan. Some people in cities were scared, worried that if they did wrong, they'd be killed, too.

Just like Light predicted. Interesting…

Soichiro Yagami

My son was dead. My son, my brilliant son, was with the ancestors. On top of that mess, there was a person going around, killing felons left and right. Getting the whole area of Japan in a frenzy. No one on the task force knows what to make of it. Most of them are mad, because without criminals to catch, being a police officer was becoming...useless.

I did have more time with my family, but that wasn't much better. Our son was long gone. No doubt in my mind he was dead, but Sayu and Sachiko still believed he may have run away, but I knew my son, and he would never do that. He wouldn't put his sister and mother into such depression. He was smart, the smartest high school student in Japan, some people claimed, and he knew running away was wrong. He wanted to follow his father's footsteps, for God's sake! A police officer!

As I sat down at the meeting - a meeting I was late for - the other heads from task forces and their members were arguing about the latest death tolls. I knew it wasn't a coincidence they were all dying. It was obviously a homicide, but what I didn't understand was why people didn't believe it yet. Most didn't agree because the murders were being committed too fast, too closely together. However, there was enough time between them. Enough for me to believe it was a killer. They noticed the draining of blood as a new form of killing, a strange one at that. The killings were always clean though, no sign of beating or external blood or internal organ failure. Just lack of blood. Some of the men believed it was an epidemic sweeping Japan, but how could that be? They were all criminals, why not innocent people?

"If they are just criminals, who's to say we have to stop -" a man started.

"Innocent or not, murder is murder!" another man interrupted.

More voices raised and argued.

"Now, now!" a man yelled over the hectic. "We still have to prove it's a mass homicide!"

More bickering.

"If that's the case then we have no choice but to call in L!" a man bellowed.

Dead silence, and then quiet whispers circulated the room.

"Uh, Chief," Matsuda murmured. "What's this L they're talking about?"

I turned to him. "Right, I forgot. It's your first time at the conference. We don't know L's real name. We also aren't sure where he lives. In fact, we still don't even know what he looks like. However, he has managed to solve every case he has ever worked on. And he's tackled every mystery this world has to offer. He lives in the shadows, but he's the best of the best. A last resort." I explained.

"We don't even know how to contact him!" someone said loudly.

"L is already on the move," a deep voice said. Everyone in the room turned to the noise. A man walked to the front of the room. Clad in all black. "Gentlemen, L has already begun his investigations into these incidents." I recognized him.

"Huh? Who's that?" Matsuda asked.

"That man's the only known person who can come in contact with L. Nobody knows his true identity either."

"Please, be silent," the male ordered. "L would now like to address the Delegates." He walked over, and placed a small laptop computer on a table in the center of the floor.

Lifting the head, the screen read "L" in black on a bold white background. The computer was hooked up to a monitor and shown on a larger screen behind him.

A disguised voice spoke from the computer, "Greetings, to all of you at the I.C.P.O. I am L. The difficulty of the case lies in it's unprecedented scope. Make no mistake; we are witnessing an atrocious act of mass murder. One that isn't forgivable. This case cannot be solved without the full cooperation of the I.C.P.O. That is all of the police organizations that represent throughout Asia. You need to make the choice whether to fully support the investigation at this meeting, or not. Also, additional cooperation from Japan's national police agencies."

Matsuda and I stood up. "What?" I asked. "Why Japan in particular?"

"Whether the crimes are executed by an individual or a group, there's a strong possibility that they are Japanese. Even if they're not, we can be sure that they are hiding somewhere in Japan."

"Based on?" I asked.

"Why Japan, you ask? I think I'll be able to have proof of that after I directly confront the culprit."

My eyes narrowed. "A direct confrontation?"

"At any rate, I would like to set up the investigation headquarters in Japan." he said, completely ignoring my question.