Author's Note: I don't own Death Note. But if I was the author of one of these series, would I still have to say that I didn't own them?

This chapter is pretty depressing. And by "depressing" I mean DEPRESSING. Hooray for tragic pasts!

3 - The Day the World Changed

"I can't let you join." That's what he said. What the hell?! "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you aren't one of us."

"Why the hell not?! You said yourself that mine was the best application you've seen!"

"It is the best one I've ever seen. However, you are a murderer. I can't have a murderer amongst our ranks."

The clock struck 3:12 as L's desk struck the window.

I feel it important to mention that this man is mentally unstable. He also did not take well to rejection. Those weren't the reasons why he reacted the way he did. He reacted that way because L had seen through his plan. In reality, L was just fearful for his detectives. But the applicant's plan involved killing the world's greatest detectives and getting into The Agency was Phase 1 of his plan. So, L denying the applicant entry had inadvertently foiled the plan and the applicant was pissed.

The intent to kill was rising within the applicant. He needed to supress it. If he killed L now, everything would be ruined. He had to remain... civilized.

"What's the matter? Aren't you going to kill me? Aren't you going to kill us?"

The chair the applicant had recently vacated also met the window.

It should be mentioned the applicant is not just unstable, but he is criminally insane. He is also perfectly normal. Too normal. He knew what he was doing when he killed all those people. He also knew what he was planning in the office that fateful August afternoon. He also secretly knew that he would need Plan B.

The Insanity Plea was out of the question should he ever be caught. He made sure that never happened. He planned out every minute detail. He made sure the people he framed were there when he killed his victims. He made sure L knew it was him who was doing it. He planned everything. Except that afternoon.

L sat with his knees to his stomach on his as he watched the demolition of his office. He was actually deep in thought and only paying attention to the applicant for safety.

Meanwhile, the applicant had run out of things to throw out the window. He had also run out of window. He had tried to preserve some of it, but all rational thought escaped him the last time L said something. Now, it was returning and the applicant knew Plan B was needed. He had turned to leave when, "Where are you going, Monster?" The applicant stopped.

L had the applicant in his grasp. The case was as good as closed. "Were you going to kill me, Monster?" The applicant turned to face him. L saw the murderous look in his eye. "Are you going to prove me right, you animal?"

The applicant's mind was a blur. The plan... L... Idol... The plan... Mother... Murder... Idol... Idol... The plan... Mother...

Mother...

It's Christmas Day, 1996. A boy is opening presents... He looks around... His Father is late... Again. He continues opening his gifts... He didn't notice the tires skidding in the driveway...

He did notice the door nearly flying off it's hinges when his father stormed in.

"Get in here, you bitch!" He yelled.

His mother replied with a curt, "I don't respond to that word."

The boy's father raced into the kitchen, where his mother was. A clattering can be heard.

"Not in front of our son."

"Have you seen this?! This bill?! How much did you spend on that bastard?!"

"Don't call him that! And sorry if I want him to have a nice Christmas!"

"He doesn't need this nice a Christmas!"

"You make it sound like you don't want him."

"Look, the boy was a mistake. I was-"

"Was I a mistake too?!"

"Well... Honestly... Yes... I was drunk and angry that night. I was looking for some fun."

"Bastard!"

He slapped her face so hard, her neck nearly broke from the force of her head spinning. She landed with a thud on the floor. He stood over her, with murder in his eyes. "Look bitch, you and the boy were mistakes. Mistakes I've had to live with for seven years." He kicked her in the stomach and went to his car.

The boy's mother was on the floor, dizzy with pain. She tried to get up but the room lurched and she fell on the floor again, in more pain than before. The father came in again, carrying a length of rope. "You know something?" He tied the rope into a noose. "I've recently started taking care of all my problems, including my numerous mistresses and bastard children." He fastened the rope around the mother's neck.

"I've even killed my wife and legitimate children! Everything was so troublesome... I decided to start over." He threw the rest of the rope over a rafter on the kitchen's high ceiling. "Good-bye, bitch!" He pulled the rope with full force.

This time, her neck really did break.

Before he knew it, he was charging at L. He didn't know how he was going to it, but he was going to kill him. His pistol was forgotten in his pocket... The plan forgotten in the recesses of his mind...

His father had recently become a serial killer. Killing his dozens of wives and children. His father had recently killed his mother. His father was going to kill him.

Sure enough a rope found it's way around his neck.

"I'm going to make you suffer. You were the greatest source of my suffering for seven years. So, now it's payback time. You slowly sucked away my fortune, so I'll slowly suck away your life." The boy's feet left the ground. His head became dizzy and nauseous. The world was becoming fuzzy...

BANG!!

His feet hit the floor again and he saw his father's body and the man who shot his father before he passed out.

He visited his half-siblings' graves only once. He visited his half-mothers' graves only once. He visited his mother's grave every day for a month before disappearing into the shadows of time.

Author's Note: Well, that's that. Sorry he still doesn't have a name... Maybe he'll get one someday... Maybe...

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