And this is the first chapter of the rewrite. Thanks you to the people who have already faved and followed this story.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Death Note, sadly.

Light P.O.V.

I was sitting at my desk writing into the Death Note, while Ryuk ate an apple on my bed. Ryuk sat up and said to me,

"I gotta say, you're really dedicated to this."

"I don't have time to waste, Ryuk," I said as I looked at him. "I have a very small window of opportunity to right in this notebook. I only have till I get home and go to bed and I still need to sleep so that I can stay at the top of my class. Obviously I can't be sleeping in class."

"Plus there's studying and cram school, so if I'm serious about trying to make an ideal world it's free for me to try and make the most of my time." As I finished my sentence my doors handle jiggled. Ryuk and I both looked at the door.

"Hey, Light, what's going on? Why's your door locked?" My sister Sayu called in.

"What is it," I replied.

"Can you help me with my homework?"

"Uh, yeah, okay," I said placing the Death Note into my top drawer. Getting up, I walked over to my door and unlocked it, letting Sayu in.

"We're doing quadratic equations in math. I'm sorry to bother you, I know you're studying right now," Sayu told me as she walked over to my desk.

"I would be careful if I were you. If anyone touches that notebook they will be able to see me," Ryuk said quietly. Damn shinigami, he waits till now to tell me that important detail.

"What's wrong?" Sayu said, taking me out of my thoughts.

"Oh nothing, now what is it you don't understand."

"Uhh, I think all of it."

Meanwhile at a meeting of the International Criminal Police Organization (ICPO)

Third person P.O.V.

"Fifty-two in the past week, and that's just those we know about. Every single one from cardiac arrest," someone said.

"All of the victims are criminals either being pursued by police, or already behind bars. We may assume that more wanted criminals, whose whereabouts are unknown, have died as well," another person said.

"In which case, the death toll would be over a hundred…" Everyone in the room started arguing over the 'if it was okay to kill these criminals' and then someone said it had to be a large organization, like the FBI or CIA. They continued to argue, until someone interrupted them.

"I think we have no choice. This is another one for L." Everyone quieted done at that, though they started to talk quietly in small groups around each other. One man, who was with the Japanese police, did not know who L was. So, he whispered to his chief.

"Uhh, Chief? Who's this L character their talking about?"

"Oh right, I forgot that this is your first time at this meeting. Nobody knows… L's real name, or whereabouts, or even what he looks like," the chief of the NPA replied to his confused detective. "But he can solve any case, no matter what it is. You might say he's our trump card… our ace in the hole… something like that."

"But I heard this L is extremely arrogant. And only takes cases he's personally interested in," one man argued.

"Plus we have no way of contacting him," another man pointed out.

"L is already on the move," an unknown voice said to the ICPO. "L has been investigating this case for some days now."

"Watari…" Everyone exclaimed.

"Huh? Watari? There's another Japanese here?" The confused detective said to his superior.

"He isn't with us. Watari is the only person who can contact L," the chief explained.

"Silence. L will now speak," Watari said while he opened a silver laptop to show a black screen, which later turned to a white background with an Old English L in the center.

"Good afternoon, I am L," a computerized voice said over the laptop.

K P.O.V.

My plane landed in Tokyo an hour ago, so now I was sitting in a taxi going to a hotel. Sebastian was peacefully sleeping away in a carrier beside me. I let out a long drawn out sigh as the taxi stopped in front of the Imperial Hotel. Getting out, I placed Sebastian's carrier on the ground and grabbed the bag that was now resting gently on the back seat. Once I had that, the taxi was gone like a leaf in the wind.

Now you may think that I was going to the hotel, but I in fact was not. No, instead of going to the Imperial Hotel, which would have been a logical choice, I reached into my dark jean's deep pocket and pulled out one of my many black cell phones. I dialed in a number of someone who I know would help me. The phone rang twice before it was picked up.

"Hello," a tired feminine voice said over the phone.

"Hello, is this Mitsuki Anderson?" I replied staying in monotone.

"Yes, it is, and who is this?"

"This is Richelle Smith. I was wondering if you could assist me with something of the utmost importance." I heard a gasp over the phone. I guess she wasn't expecting a call at this late hour, I thought as I nibbled on my index finger's nail. After a couple of minutes, I still only got silence.

"Mitsuki-chan, is something the matter?"

"Uhh, no nothings the matter. Nothing what's so ever," she stuttered.

"You are a terrible liar, Mitsuki-chan," I stated matter-of-factly.

"Err, Richelle what do you want?"

"I would like you to please come and pick me up at the Imperial Hotel." I waited for a response but heard nothing. Then all of a sudden I heard the faint sound of a car engine.

"I'm coming. Good bye," Mitsuki stated and hung up. Guess I didn't have to use the 'you owe me a few favors' card, I thought as I raised an eyebrow at an old looking Ford truck, which was speeding down the road towards the hotel. I took a step back as the person driving expertly parallel parked in-between two other cars. The window rolled down quickly and when I looked inside, I saw a friendly face.

"Hey Richelle!" Mitsuki said excitedly. How can she be tired one second and then full of energy the next? I stared at her with wide, unblinking, eyes. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to get in?"

"Oh, yes, thank you for coming," I said as I picked up the carrier and opened the door. I carefully placed Sebastian in the back seat, and took shotgun. Mitsuki turned and looked at me with a 'where do you want to go' look on her face. She never was good at hiding emotions.

"Please drive to your house, Mitsuki-chan." She nodded and started the truck.

Minutes later at Mitsuki's house

The drive there was silent, neither of us dared to say a word to the other. It's been almost nine years since I saw her last. She doesn't appear to be any different then when I last saw her. I gazed out the front window with a lost expression in my eyes.

"Richelle!" My brown haired friend exclaimed as she waved her hand in my face.

"Yes, what is it?"

"Come inside. I'm not going to have ninjas or something attack you," Mitsuki stated as she ran up to her one floored house. Why does she act like a teenager and not a twenty year old? With a sigh, I picked up Sebastian and carried him into the house. Before I even know it my friend tackled me to the floor in a hug. My eyes widened and I didn't return the hug.

"Yep, it's official you haven't changed a bit Richelle," Mitsuki said as she got off me.

"No, I have changed, just not on the outside." As I picked myself off the floor, I gazed over at Mitsuki, who was now on the couch turning on the news.

"We interrupt this program to bring you a live, globally televised broadcast from the ICPO," the man on the screen said in English with a Japanese voice over. I stared at the screen with a mischievous smile planted on my face. And so it begins…

And that's my first chapter to the rewrite. I made it longer than last time and it's not going so quickly. I think just for fun I'm going to put a 'how to annoy Light Yagami' on every chapter. So here's the first one.

1 Call him Light-o

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