CHAPTER FIVE
AN - We are back from the dead. Or at least work/school... In apology for the wait, we will be writing more often (School is over for one of us and nearly over for the other!), AND writing bigger chapters... No guarantees (CA: I would probably fail to meet the guarantee anyway ), but we should be able to put out another chapter within a week or two... (CA: And I will attempt to get back into writing The Final Name...)
It was a relatively silent exchange between the two titans on wits. Lelouch, who sat down met the eyes of Light. For brief seconds, Light had seen suspicion painted on the face of Lelouch before it changed to an interested curious expression. The teenager known as Lelouch started playing with the black king, twirling it around. This reminded Light of Near, a detective who caught him, playing with the detestable, immature figure puppets. As soon as Light sat back down across from him Lelouch looked at him intensely, scouting him.
" How much?" Lelouch said, breaking the silence.
"Three thousand." Light was certain that he would not accept such a high amount of-
"Done."
Well, that ruins my plans for getting out of here as soon as possible... Looks like I'm going to have to play this game – I just hope he's good for it. Light put the agreed-upon amount on the table, slightly shocked as he saw Lelouch do the same.
"How much time will we play with?"
"Thirty minutes apiece. Is that sufficient?"
Light stared at the boy, wondering what he was up to. "Yes."
They began playing in relative silence, Lelouch starting with his King, Light beginning by moving one of his Knights. Back and forth, they played, each placing their next piece within the next ten seconds, almost as if they knew the other would move that piece to that particular place. It took fifteen minutes before one of them finally captured one of the other's side.
"You play well. I wasn't expecting this much of a challenge. It appears I need to pay more attention."
"You didn't fail in paying attention – I've just never been beat."
"Same here. Unfortunately one of us WILL eventually lose." Light then took Lelouch's Bishop as a trade for the Rook he had lost. They were exchanging pieces as they played, never taking a piece without losing one the next turn. A crowd had gathered, watching the two masters of chess attempt to trap each other. A pawn fell, then a Knight did. A Bishop, for a Rook. Both Queens fell. Eventually, each side had only a Knight and their Kings. The time remaining for Light and Lelouch was 1:15 and 1:03, respectively. Turns passed, as the game grew more intense. With two seconds left, Light thought he had trapped Lelouch and won.
"Looks like I win."
"Not quite... I still have an available move." Lelouch took Light's Knight with his own – putting Light into check. "Your move."
Light had no way he could get a checkmate on Lelouch now – not with only his King. His running out of time felt eerily similar to what had happened with Near at Yellowbox – except with less getting shot this time. He was completely stunned by this turn of events, as he had not realized his Knight was open to attack by Lelouch's knight.
"Damn it..."
"I would like to receive my winnings now please... And that was a good game – I haven't come that close to a loss in years. You are very good."
"Not good enough apparently..." Light was infuriated. How could this BOY manage to outsmart me, just like Near had...? At least Near won only by chance and the failure of Mikami... It was only my plan that was imperfect this time... Light left the building in a rage, completely confused as to how he had lost. He decided to introduce Kira to this world – after all, at least this time there wasn't any L or Near to confront him. Only that damned boy... At least I already know his name – I could simply write that in if anybody tries to confront me this time and ensure he has a fatal accident...
Ryuk, who had been watching the whole thing, was also reminded about the Yellowbox Warehouse fiasco... Once again, Light had failed because he underestimated his opponent. Maybe THIS time he would learn how to avoid that.
"I do hope I could face you again sometime. Like I said, you are pretty good."
Lelouch thought those words were of a kind nature.
To Light, those words were a shot through his ego.
How DARE somebody act superior to him!
How dare they look down upon the God of the New World!
After sitting still for a while, Light relinquished Lelouch's winnings and went on his way.
...
" This is Elizabeth Craig from Britannia Royal News. In a shocking development, Fifty criminals have died of heart attacks. Authorities have denied any involvement with this phenomena, but we are still not certain of what is happening with these people, David What do you -"
The TV turned off as Lelouch started thinking. His his elbow propped up, and hand touching his face.
Fifty criminals?
His mind was at a blank. How could fifty criminals die of the same thing at the same time?
There had to be an explanation. He decided he had better keep a closer eye on this, just in case something good came out of it.
...
Light was flashing a grin. A glint of red in the iris, and the sound of pen on paper was enough to bring joy back into his recently humiliated form. It was shocking how much he enjoyed writing again, how much he enjoyed being justice.
But, there was always something that was nagging him.
This wasn't his world. He didn't belong.
" Zero...?" Light asked himself. How would he come about finding this man?
All he knew was that he was a terrorist...
A metaphorical light bulb clicked.
If he was a terrorist, shouldn't he be committing acts of terrorism?
Light knew that the best way to find things out about these types of things was to go on the internet, but, being what these people call an Eleven, he wasn't allowed the full extent of internet usage...
There had to be another way.