I kind of lost my sense of time in there. So, I had no idea how long I'd been there when I stared asking L questions.

"Ryuzaki, talk to me. What's happening? Have any new criminals been identified? Anyone that Kira would be likely to target? If so, has he killed any of them?"

"In fact, quite a few criminals' names have been broadcast recently. But, since you've been detained, we haven't had one report of a criminal being killed by Kira."

"No one? Really?"

"Yes."

"I see. So it's only a matter of time before I'm convicted as Kira."

"What I wouldn't give for an apple." Ryuk said.

It wasn't many days later that Ryuk started having his apple withdrawal symptoms. I was exhausted though. A while later, L started talking to me while I sat on the floor. It was a real pain that my arms were constantly bound.

"Light, you've only been here for one week, but I'm sure it can't be easy. Are you feeling alright?"

I had mostly been spending my time staring at the floor and worrying about whether or not this was going to work, but hearing that voice kind of made me snap. I started giggling, then it turned into that full-blown hysterical fit that made me fall onto my side and start gasping for breath.

"You're laughing like that again?" Ryuk asked.

A couple minutes later, I calmed, my head throbbing as I somehow managed to push myself back into a sitting position. I still had a couple giggles seeping out, but nothing major.

"Ah, this weird sense of humour. It's so troublesome. Perhaps, I should just get rid of it." I said, putting emphasis on the code words.

"Huh?" The shinigami doing a handstand in the corner of the cell got himself up to stare down at me, but I was just staring straight ahead, trying to contain my residual laughter. "Got it." He left through the wall. "Later.

"Aw, crap." I muttered, feeling light-headed before everything went dark.

. . .

When I woke up, I was in the cell, but I couldn't remember why exactly I was there. However, something was telling me I might as well keep my mouth shut.

"Light, are you feeling alright?"

"I-I-I just…I don't belong here!" I yelled, confused as hell. "We're just wasting time here! I'm not Kira!"

"I promised you that I wouldn't let you out until I was convinced that you're not Kira." L responded.

"Please, L, I wasn't thinking clearly! Do you really think a serial killer like Kira could commit those crimes without being aware of them? If I have no memory of those crimes, I'm not Kira!"

"I've never been able to accept this idea that Kira has been acting without self-awareness all this time. But that doesn't change the fact that all the evidence points to you being Kira. Since we imprisoned you, Kira hasn't committed a single murder."

"I'm not Kira! There's got to be an explanation for this! You've got to let me out!"

"We can't let you out yet."

"Damn!" I hung my head.

However, only moments after this kind of deja vu feeling flooded me, I started coughing. With each cough, a memory I didn't know existed bubbled to the surface. I've never once had a pet, but in these memories I shared my home with several growing up. My family was different. No, I was a different person in those memories. But why? Why do I have someone else's memories? Why are they showing up now?

Well, that gives me something to brood over while I'm in here. Considering it doesn't seem like I'm getting out anytime soon.