A/N- Okay, so- This is my revised first chappie. I know, it's still crap-tacular, but it's better than nothing ^-^ I'm still not completely sure where to go with this story. Many ideas, but they aren't flowing in the best way.

Comment your ideas on how this should go?

Rebellion – Chapter 1

[A Death Note Story]

Even with Watari's occasional check-ins, L seemed as lonely as ever in the giant headquarters.

He had finished all of the important cases that were laid around the headquarters, almost completely forgotten if it wasn't for the numerous governments around the world pestering him constantly. Watari was surprisingly as busy as ever and continue to relent about his absence. The trusted supervisor would give empty promises of playing L's favorite recreation with him in the near future, but only when he had enough time to even speak to the genius.

Due to this, L has had nothing to do other than playing chess with himself.

Every time he moved a piece to another spot on the board it would make an echoing clank that seemed to be mocking his eternal silence. Even with this L played every move with the greatest ease, easily checkmating himself in less than 45 seconds.

A shrill noise started to emit from a discarded cell. Another mockingly annoying noise, but this time it was a ringing, echoing throughout the deserted headquarters. L jumped from his perch on the chair and strode to Watari's desk. L gingerly picked up the phone, pinching it like it was a molding piece of cake, and raised it to his ear.

"Hello?" he asked with a weakened tone. He was tired and a bit cranky, but the other end wouldn't notice due to the voice distortion device.

"Oh, um, hello. Is this L's headquarters?" The voice seemed to have the shrillness of a teenager in high school, which is quite the surprise. But, it was a guy, as usual.

"Yes, this is the place. Why have you called?" L got right to the point, too depressed to even ask who the caller who they were.

"Well, I have this problem that I would like L to help me with. It's not like any of the cases L has probably done so it's okay if he doesn't want to do it." At this, the caller stammered, like he didn't want this problem to be pushed aside. L questioned what this guy wanted from him. Is it a set-up? Why is a high schooler calling him, asking for L's help in his own personal case?

"What is the nature of this problem?" L was now getting bored with this prank call, but he wanted to see how far this teenager would go to meet him. There was a pause, and then the caller replied.

"Well, you probably won't believe me, but I have this bad case of split personalities. I've been able to control my other self since I was younger, but now it's getting way out of control," the caller began to seem desperate as he talked, "My other personality wants to become the God of this world and he's really mean and he comes out at random times and I can't be near my dad anymore because of it. I'm afraid that this other personality may take over my own body and start killing people. I just really need L's help!" The teen on the other end of the call seemed like he was about to cry and beg, not knowing that L himself was listening to everything. This person's response seemed to strike a chord in L. He believed this kid was telling the truth, and was surprised by his own response.

"I will report this to L, who will contemplate whether he will help you or not."

"Oh, thank you, thank you. I'm sorry for disturbing you!" the caller seemed relieved.

The kid on the other end hung up, and L couldn't believe what he was doing. This wasn't like his nature, but he realized he wanted to help this person. L decided to contemplate it some more, and call back tomorrow.

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The next day, the door of the elevator opened, and Watari walked in, noticing L's odd look. The slouched man was pacing in a circle, his dark locks more frazzled than normal. His eyes were narrowed in thought, with the normal action of his thumb to his lips.

Watari slowly discarded his hat and jacket to the closest hanger, turning ever so slightly towards his company. He was prepared to run into the kitchen and grab the most sugary substance he could find if L's mood had worsened in his absence. "Did something happen?" The gentleman asked, with a hint of worry on his face.

"I just got another case." L responded, lifting his head up. He said it with so much clarity that there wasn't a hint of depression in his words, and Watari was more than pleased.