Chapter 2
Light P.O.V
As promised, I headed back to HQ. Mogi and the others left me alone more once they got a wiff that I was most likely claimed. Ryuzaki and I had visited a disguise artist who made it look like I was claimed. The disguise artist was a fellow disguise artist and also a death owner who no longer used their notebook.
Hira(the disguise artist) worked for HQ and cops now but a lot of HQ members didn't like her. She wore gothic/punk clothes and her hair had pink streaks in it and was naturally red.
I heard soft mutters that it sucked I now belonged to someone and so on. I sighed ignoring it and went on helping Ryuzaki. I was one of the Death Note owners that worked there to help people due to my experience with the notebook.
"Light need a hand" Matsuda said. Matsuda was the only one who didn't touch me. I nodded and came over. "Kid refuses to talk to me and looks ticked. He killed his whole family and they abused him before." Matsuda said. I looked at the boy. He had shinigami eyes like me and Misa.
"He has the eyes." I said. Matsuda nodded. "Was too afraid to say anything. Think he just got his notebook. Am thinking...therapy." said Matsuda. "Might be a good idea.
I was now seeing a therapist. We entered the kid's cell. "Hi Rin. We came to talk. Looks like this was self-defense more since your father came in to give you another beating." said Matsuda. "How can you say that when you guys are cops?" Rin demanded.
"We get worse people than you who own those notebooks." I said. "You believe its real then?" he said still terrified. "We do but think you need a therapist after everything you went through. Being in a fire can cause a lot of damage mentally. Did you know I saw my dad die in front of me? Had to finally agree to a therapist by one of my best friends." I said softly.
The kid was quite and deep thought. "What'll happen after that?" he asked. "You'll talk to the nice cop downstaires and that's it." said Matsuda. "Alright. I will go with the therapist." he said. I whispered to Matsuda. "Make sure his therapist is an omega or beta." I whispered. Matsuda became like a dad to me. "Will do." he said. He was now married to Misa and knew the dangers of some death note owners. Especially when a lot of them were omegas.
I was in the hall when Mogi grabbed my ass and then pinned me to the wall and began feeling me up and soon had his hand down my pants and was feeling around my privates and finger fucking me as I struggled to get away and then..."LET HIM GO!" Ryuzaki ordered. "Mogi you're fired since you obviously can't keep your hands to yourself."
"It's not like no one will miss it if murderous filth goes missing one day. Who cares!?" Mogi scoffed and left at that. Ryuzaki was glareing. For weeks I had been thinking of writing my name and hadn't told Ryuzaki. Then when it was just...I walked into the bathroom and wrote "Ligt Yagami-suicide"
Then I took a bunch of sleeping pills and didn't remember anything else afterwards.