A/N I just realised that I've been writing Giovanni and Rester's names wrong. It's meant to be Gevanni and Lester. Woops x3 I'll fix it…. One day.

Crazoa was led out by the man who's name was apparently Rester.

As the odd group walked through the school, students watched in aghast as their idol was led away by agents. Everybody wondered what Crazoa had done that had been so bad that such official looking men were taking him away. Almost immediately, ridiculous rumours began flying through the school, but soon enough, Crazoa was a thing of the past, as the boy never returned.

7

Boredom and Beyond

29th April – The mass murders of innocent people abruptly stopped, as Crazoa Canely's Death Note was confiscated and he was taken into the investigation headquarters for questioning.

"Why did you do it?" Near had asked, just to make sure of his assumption.

"Why?" Crazoa had smirked, "I did it because I was bored."

Mr. and Mrs. Canely were appalled to hear what their son had done, and were too afraid to speak to him.

30th April – Crazoa Canely was sent to a mental asylum, where he was put under strict security. The same day, the new Kira's capture was announced. Out of respect and request of his parents, Crazoa's neither name nor location was released.

The media exploded for the next half a week.

The Shinigami, Smith; had no choice but to stay with the boy. The Death Note was destroyed, but Crazoa had never given up ownership. This irritated him highly.

15th May

In the very corner of a bright white padded cell sat a slumped boy. His forehead was pressed against the wall as he sat, lost in his thoughts. His hair was now a messy black mop and a white straitjacket pinned his arms around his body. It was quite irritating. Sometimes he would need to scratch an arm or a leg, or even a cheek and he would be unable to, there was no one to scratch an itch for him. Sometimes he would get a bit of mess on his face; there'd be no body to wipe it for him or even to hand over a tissue. He was lost in his thoughts, some of them expressed sorrow and misery, some of them were insane and he'd be often blinded by these thoughts. But there was a part of his mind that held on to what little sanity he had left, and plotted.

Some nurses, as they sometimes delivered food or some kind of medicine that the boy denied to take, they would wonder; 'Why is he here?'.

For you see, this boy's name was Crazoa Canely, and he seemed to be just as normal as you or I. But he had committed a crime, the most violent act in murderous history, and he was thought to be corrupted as he took pleasure in the death of others.

'I did not attempt to cleanse the world with the Death Note; no, I sought to destroy it.'

'Why…?'

'Because I was bored.'

'And I still am.'

The nurses at the asylum had not seen Crazoa's cold hearted nature. They were not informed as to why he was sent here, but it was demanded by the greatest detective of all, in the end they had no choice.

They had once fought to free Crazoa; they believed his custody was a mistake.

Because when nurses slipped into a conversation with the boy, they were pulled into his spell by his charms. Crazoa was polite, witty, fun-loving, and with no doubt; intelligent. They all agreed that had they been younger, Crazoa would be their ideal partner.

Even though…

…Sometimes they overheard him talking to himself…

…But honesty… who didn't every once in a while?

-

Current day: 19th May

There was a quiet knock at the door and a young nurse entered, "Good morning Craz," she smiled as she entered… without a breakfast tray.

Crazoa had been sitting in his usual corner. He turned around on his backside, "Morning Sal." He yawned widely and wondered where the food was. Crazoa somehow looked all the more sallow and pale than ever, and there were now dark circles under his eyes and he looked skinnier than he usually did, though he maintained a healthy diet and slept normally.

"You're going outside for breakfast today." Sal informed him, "The guards have agreed."

"Out… side…?" Crazoa said slowly, scrutinizing the nurse. It was not that the word was unfamiliar to him, but it was appalling. He had not been allowed out of his cell apart from bathroom breaks for over two weeks.

"Yes, outside; and you also have a visitor."

"…Visitor?" Who would be visiting him? Because it sure as hell wasn't his parents.

One of the guards – Crazoa's tight security – walked in with handcuffs.

Of course; there was always a catch.

Once his straitjacket was off and his hands were bound in front of him, Crazoa was led out into a terrace like area out side. It was surrounded by the buildings of the asylum. No way out. There was a great tall oak tree in the centre of the area. Crazoa made a rough mental calculation. It would at least be two meters wide. (No, not quite as obsessive as L himself)

There was a few other patience at picnic tables; those that were not particularly dangerous. They were enjoying their own breakfast or simply participating in a meaningless chat or enjoying some fresh air.

However there was one other person who was in handcuffs apart from Crazoa. He was tall with long messy black hair that didn't look like it had been brushed in a life time. He particularly seemed to be enjoying strawberry jam which he ate straight from a large jar. The strange man was also accompanied by a security guard.

Finally, Crazoa's own security guard led him to a picnic table. There was a man waiting there, watching him. Crazoa instantly turned around, "I'm not going!" he said stubbornly.

"Yes you will." The guard insisted, "He came all the way from America to see you, you should be great full."

Crazoa faced the guard, and pointed at the waiting man. He had to lift both arms to do so as his hands were cuffed, "He's one of the men who participated in my capture. I'm not talking to him, and that's final." His expression was one of disgust and pure rage. He was overwhelmed with anger, how dare that wretched agent show his face here?!

"Well I'll drag you if I have to." The guard grabbed Crazoa by the back of the uniform and proceeded to attempt to pull Crazoa a long.

Instead of letting the guard do so, Crazoa simply sat in the grass. "No." he huffed.

The bulky man groaned while Crazoa's visitor watched with a highly amused expression; The man with the matted hair who had finished his jam was now also watching; how embarrassing! The guard tugged hard on Crazoa's uniform and dragged him through the grass. He reached the table where the visitor was waiting. He lifted Crazoa easily by the armpits and sat him in the chair. Crazoa didn't face his visitor; instead, he simply twirled around in his seat and faced the opposite way. He didn't even touch the breakfast that had been placed there for him.

"Apologies Mr Gevanni sir, that's as good as I can get him." The guard grumbled, and waddled off to watch from a distance.

Gevanni thanked him and cleared his throat, "Mr. Canely…?" he asked the boy cautiously, who now had a sloppy appearance about him.

He received no reply; he glanced at the creature which still accompanied Crazoa. As long as it was still haunting him, then the boy would be kept here. He had been told such by Near himself. Crazoa how ever refused to give up ownership of the – now destroyed – Death Note. Gevanni tried again.

"Ne- I mean L, has been wondering how you were coping."

That was enough to make Crazoa snap. He twirled back around to face Gevanni and was at his feet with a flash. He bent over the table, nose to nose with the investigator, "Tell your pathetic little white-haired geezer, that thanks to him; I'm now stuck in this hell hole where I am 'Well taken care of', with no sunlight, no decent food and no intelligent company!" he snarled.

Crazoa's guard looked like he was about to tackle the boy, but Gevanni held up a hand to stop him. He then looked Crazoa calmly in the eyes with his hands together. "I will speak to the nurses about your privileges; and I will also pass the message on. We wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable.

However… the acts that you made may or may not have been your fault, and L has agreed that you need to be specially looked after."

With that said; Gevanni stood up and calmly walked away without looking back at the boy, nodding to the guard and thanking a nurse.

Crazoa sat down on the bench, picking at his food and still fuming, having suddenly lost his appetite. How was he supposed to eat with cuffed hands anyway? Before he could start to think of a way, there was a soft thump opposite Crazoa.

He looked up and saw the strange man with the matted hair. Now that Crazoa saw him close up, he could see that the man had dark bruises under his eyes, but whether it was stress like why Crazoa had his, or lack of sleep; he was not sure. He also had a slightly wild and paranoid look at him.

"Hello, I'm Beyond." He said.