DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters and what not.

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chapter eight is one of the chapters i had to rewrite for it was deleted some how -_- fml

anyway, nananaaa enjoy hmmm

its kinda short. but no worries right?

btw: sorry didnt edit i just kinda wanted to post it and shiz

but ill get to that later. tell me if theres any mistakes then.



I leaned against the cold glass window of the private jet. We had been flying for hours. Yagami said it would take us at least 12 hours to get there. Everyone but Yagami and I had moaned to that. It was getting late. I wasn't exactly sure of what time it was for I hadn't had a watch but time is nothing but a number. I stretched a little. It was dark out side the windows of the plane, so I couldn't see anything but the thick blanket of darkness. The lights of the plane were turned off, leaving only the full moon my only source of light. I sat up straight wondering if anyone else was up. I unbuckled my seat and trudge my way to the middle of the plane to the mini fridge. I quickly and quietly made myself a glass of water making sure not to wake up anyone. I trudge through the dark back to my seat, closing my eyes while drinking water. I heard someone's clothes shuffling, probably turning in their sleep i figured. I opened my eyes to a whisper in my hear, "M." It was Matsuda an inch away from my face. I jumped in my seat, "Eh... Matsuda." He gave me a cheeky smile. What was he drunk? I thought to myself. "Sorry M did I wake you up? I saw you getting a glass of water and all so I thought you were awake plus everyone else is sleeping at the moment so I didn't know if-" I put my hand in front of his face cutting him off mid-sentence. I nodded, "I was awake." "Oh." He said softer. "Sorry..." I looked up at him, "There's no need to be sorry, Matsuda." We sat their in silence for a moment, staring at each other. The moonlight shown on his face, glowing against his skin, seeming to be flawless. I could see the full moon in his dark brown eyes. He looked down, his hair covering his eyes making a dark erie shadow across his face, he was a shy guy. "Matsuda, do you happen to know what time it is?" I said softly as I leaned my back against my seat. He looked at his watch through the moonlight, "It's around 2 in the morning, Japan time." "Oh okay thanks Matsuda." I said. We sat in silence for a few minutes, I glanced over at Matsuda who was slumped over in the seat next to me. He had fallen asleep. I took my blanket and gently lay it over him. I sighed and looked out the window, I could see a city filled with lights in the distance, I would be in Japan in no time.

"M... Hey dude, cmon' wake up." It sounded like Matt's voice. I opened my eyes, "Matt?!" What was he doing here? I jumped up and hugged him. He hugged back, confused. "Uh.. good morning to you too?" I pulled back, "Wait, I didn't leave anywhere or been taken by anyone?" I asked, puzzled. He pulled his goggles down so it was resting on his neck revealing his deep blue eyes. "...What-- are you talking about?" I looked down at my lap, "I don't know anymore." He nodded a yes. "So it was just a dream?" I mumbled. Matt turned to me, "Er... What did you dream of?" He asked. I explained to him everything from L leaving to me being taken away to Japan to help with some killer that went by the name of Kira. He cleaned his goggles, "That sounds like one pretty crazy dream." He said, "Yeah. It was. I'm just glad none of that happened... Er... It didn't right? Is L still here?!" I grabbed Matt's shoulder trying to look him in the eyes. He bit his bottom lip he looked up at me, "Well... I guess that part is real." He said, his voice dropping. I bit on my tongue, "Oh." I managed to squeak out. Matt put his arm around me, "It's okay M, we all miss him." For once I didn't shake his hand off or brush it away. I embraced the hug, it was what I really needed. Someone came running up the stairs, "M?! Wake up." I pulled away from Matt's hug, it wasn't a voice that I would usually hear in the morning, not one that I would recognize at Wammys House yet it sounded familiar. Someone in a business suit burst through the door. "Wake up M, we're in Japan." I jumped up from my bed, "Japan? What do you mean we're in Japan? I'm at home and who are you?" I demanded. The stranger started fading away so did Matt. "What?! What's going on?!" I said, I grabbed for Matt, my hand just running through air. "Matt!" I screamed. "I miss you M." Matt said smiling, his voice fading away into an echo. Then it went dark. "I miss you too Matt." I whispered. I felt someone shaking me, "M, wake up were in Japan" The exact words that I heard earlier. "WHAT?!" I screamed, my eye lids shot open, Matsuda jumped back surprised by my outburst. "Uh.. A-are you okay?!" He asked. I grabbed the sides of my head with my hands and sighed. "I-I'm fine. I guess it was all just a dream." I stuttered out. He nodded, "A bad one?" I looked up at him. "Well, in a way I suppose it was but it was also a good dream at the same time." He scrunched his eyebrows together trying to understand what I had just said, "Uhh... Right, well anyway we're in Japan already!" He said changing the subject as he stepped out of the jet I slowly got up and followed him out the door. He stuck his head back inside the plane "Oh M, thanks for the blanket last night." He stepped back outside leaving me thinking. The blanket... Oh right, I put the blanket on him before I fell asleep myself. I followed him off the plane into the bright sunlight of the now new country I was in, Japan.

My hand came up to block my face from the sun instinctively. I could hear Yagami's voice rushing us along as the cool wind of Japan kissed my face whipping my hair all around me. It was around early morning time in which we had gotten there. So... Now what was going to happen? We made our wait out of the airport just as fast as we had made our way in at England. Outside there were two limos waiting for us. The two drivers looked as if they were a part of the NPA too. I climbed into the second limo along with Yagami and Matsuda. "So where exactly are we going?" I asked softly, Yagami answered with out looking at me. "Basically we're going to see L next." I nodded, and sighed. L. Finally after two or three years I can finally see him again.

The ride from the airport to where ever it was that we we're going took longer than I suspected it to. My guess was because I was anxious to see L after all these years. I leaned back against my seat relaxing as the limos crawled their way through Japan traffic making our way into the city. We passed so many skyscrapers that I had only seen in magazines and pictures after all these years of my life. We pulled up on the curb in front of an ordinary looking business building. I looked at it, my eyes squinting into slits. Why just any ordinary building? Perhaps inside it isn't very "ordinary" at all. I stepped out of the limo following Yagami and Matsuda into the building. I took a deep breath and stepped inside the door. Security systems. "Take off everything you have on that's medal and put it in the bin over there. When you've done that, then step through this door, it'll give you the okay to go in or not." Yagami explained to me. I looked down at my blue jeans and plain gray long sleeve. I had nothing on what so ever that was medal. The rest of them took off their belts and what not as I stepped through the door. The room was huge. It had titled floors of the color teal with computer monitors and screens in the back of the room. There were two couches and a glass coffee table, much similar to the one in the living room of Wammy House. Other then those features to the room, it was plain. Their was someone hunched over in the chair up by the monitors as well as someone sitting up right in the other chair. I took a step inside the building, my barefoot making no sound. (I had no time to even put on a pair of slippers for they pulled me out of my house so quickly.) I took another step, my foot making a slapping sound against the tile floor. Mm, still not loud enough. What to do, I didn't want to clear my throat to get attention, nor did I want to break the silence by yelling out "Hey L! your here!" Or anything like that. "Hey Ryuuzaki, hey Light, we're back!" Matsuda said, his voice bouncing off the walls as the rest of the NPA walked inside. Of course Matsuda would be the one to yell something out. I sighed. That ruined a perfectly good dramatic entrance. But, Ryuuzaki? And who's Light? I guess I won't be seeing L after all. My guess was that the one hunched over in his seat was just another member tying his shoe.

I remained silent, Yagami interrupting my thoughts and showed me to one of the doors. "Here, your room is just over here." The door slide open, motion censors. It had plain white walls white tiles on the floor and another door towards the back of the room which was the bathroom, and was a big room. It was even bigger than the room I had back at Wammys. I was surprised to see all of my things packed up in suitcases in the middle of the room. "How did you..." I started to say, losing the words and pointing bewildered at my things. Yagami laughed a deep chuckle, "It's amazing what our best men on the team can do." He left me alone in the room to settle in and unpack. I sat on the plain white sheeted bed and took a better look at the room. Plain colors, white tiled floor, white painted wall, but on on side the wall was complete glass a window looking out to the amazing city of Japan. There were curtains that I could slide across the window to get privacy from the rest of the country. There was a queen size bed that stood pretty close to the ground. I wondered how I would be able to decorate this room and the rest of my furniture, unless I wasn't going to be here for very long. What about my music? I got up from the bed and walked to my suitcases lying in the middle of the room. I lay them all around me and started to unpack. My clothes everything, I put them in the drawers that they had provided already.

After a while, I was finally down to my last suit case, and it was getting late. It seemed as if nothing happened that had to do with Kira that day. I carried the suit case over next to the window to see the view, you couldn't get one as good as this back at England. The suitcase was lighter than I had expected it to be. That's interesting. I unzipped it and opened it up to see. It was all my photographs, music sheets, songs, and even Watari's old camera. I sat there silent, shocked with delight. I couldn't believe that they actually made a whole suitcase for all this junk. I didn't even touch those piano sheets any more. I picked up the first photo that caught my eye, the one that I had taped up on the piano all those years ago. I gentle stroked my finger across the smiling faces of our youth. Now I need to put this photo some where in which I would look everyday. An idea popped into my head, the window. Knowing myself I would never get tired of looking out the window in any season, night or day. I would enjoy seeing people bustling about rushing on the streets. Or when it rains, the sight would just be amazing against the glass. I tossed the photo on my bed, I'd ask for tape later on. I took out the rest of the photos and lay them out on the floor. At the very bottom of it all was my song books, piano music sheets and Juilliard poster.

After hours I finally get to unpacking everything, my clock, clothes, photos, music, everything. Matsuda helped me to set up all my clocks to Japan time. I looked at the clock on the wall, 12:57 PM. I stood up from my bed and walked over to look our the glass window. Japan was beautiful. The lights from the city shown like stars on Earth. I opened up a part of the window a crack, the cool breeze flew its way into my room. Whipping my already messy hair around my face. I didn't even bother to turn the lights on, I got just enough light from the moon and the rest of Japan. I heard the door slide open, I slowly turned around to see a silhouette of someone with almost spiky, messy, layered hair, wearing a slightly big white long sleeve shirt and baggy jeans. I took a step toward the figure. "This better not be a dream" I mumbled. "M?" The sihouette spoke. "L?" I replied back. He took a step into my room turning on the light. It was really him.