CHAPTER 7

GRAND ENTIRY

LIGHT'S POV

"Dad, what's wrong?" I asked when we were alone, though I knew there would still the surveillance cameras around.

"Nothing, Light, I . . ." I knew he wanted to say he was fine, but he obviously didn't have it in him to lie to his son's face.

"It's okay, dad, you don't have to tell me if it has something to do with work, I'll understand, but I would like to know if it isn't." He was touched by this, just like I thought he would be, and he sighed. He looked like he was going to say something, but than his phone rang.

"Umm, please excuse me, Light." He turned his back to me and walked out of the room.

V'S POV

"So, what is it you would like to do how?" I asked as I moved my pawn to F5.

"WHAT!" Mello yelled standing straight up, nocking his chair to the ground as he did so. "BUT WE HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED PLAYING YET!"

"Mello, please lower your voice," I replied through a grumble. "Besides, what is the point when we can clearly see who will win." And I really did, I had for a while now. I examined the chess pieces one last time to be sure I was correct, and it did not surprise me to see I was.

"HOW CAN" He was cut off when Matt bumped his shoulder, wordlessly reminding him of my warning, and in response he dropped his voice to a whisper. "How can you possibly know that?" I frowned at his words, slightly disappointed. I thought it was obvious. I was rather hoping they would understand the methods of chess . . . or at the last my methods.

"Look, I will show you." I picked up his bishop. "You would have moved it here." I gently placed it back on the board. "And I would have gone . . ." I slid my pawn one step forward. ". . . Here. And you would have gone . . ." I slid his king to the right. ". . . Here, thinking it would have kept you safe from my night. But then I would have moved her, you there, me here, you here, and then it would have been check mate." All boys gathered around the small table Mello and I sat at, examining the board in amazement and frustration.

"Your skills never seas to amaze me, V," Near complimented. I gave him a weak smile.

"Thank you, Near." I turned my attention back to a very angry Mello. "And thank you, Mello, it has been quite a while since I had played against such a worthy component. He just nodded, though the devilish anger never faltered. "So, what is it you would like to do how?" They shrugged, so I took matters into my own hands and began thinking of an answer to that question.

Hmm, they were still quite young, and there is a possibility L and/or I will die when involved with this case, and that would mean one of them would have to take over. With that thought in mind I thought up a reasonable activity.

"I could teach you Japanese." They did not question way, for they already knew, so they willingly agreed.

L'S POV

"What do you mean she's gone," Chief Yagami demanded, star struck by what I had just told him.

"She escaped her cell, and is currently roaming freely in the world."

"But how? She . . . she c-couldn't–"

"I know, and I am just as shocked as you are," I stated, cutting him off. "But I can assure you she will come to us."

"How can you know that?" I couldn't help but smirk as I looked over the picture again.

"Because she told me." Again, silence. "But, just to stay on the safe side, I would like you and the rest of the task force members to come to meet me at another hotel, its name is the Gracchi Liva and it is located on the Western side of the city, so tell the others I would like them to be there by around seven pm tomorrow, and again, don't be late. I should warn you so there is no confusion in the near future that I will be waiting for you outside of the hotel this time; I hope that is no problem."

"N-no, of course not," he stuttered, and I could almost see his wide eyes and open mouth.

"Okay, I'll see you then."

V'S POV

I walked on the roadside, bags in my hands, back hunched and head down. This was my unusual response every time I knew I had to leave the boys. I quickened my rehemmed footsteps slightly so I could get to them faster, almost hoping if I got to them quicker I could stay with them longer, but I knew better. As soon as I gave them their presents, then I had to go. With that thought in mind the bags in my hands suddenly seemed ten pounds heavier. After a few hours of nothing but teaching them Japanese (most of which they already knew from their lessons) I tried to make it trickier for them, until it was too much, and they fell asleep out of complete exhaustion. When I was sure they were in deep sleep I sneaked out to quickly get their goodbye presents as a little reminder to them of how sad and unwilling I was to leave them. This time seemed to feel the sadist though. It saddened me to see them try so hard in order to impress me. The way Matt always tried so hard to beat me at something was sad because though I knew he did it for fun; I could also see it was to keep me entertained while I am with them. It was so sad to see how much effort Mello puts in to resist yelling at me, or Near.

Near. I sighed. I always felt closest to Near. We had a lot in common, our hair, our sense of fashion, (or lack of fashion) our attitude, our voice, the way we loved to have some sort of entertainment when we think, even the way we sit. The only real difference is that our right legs curl around the opposite way. Though I loved all of them, Near had unknowingly found his way into a special part of my heart. But that only made it ever sadder, because I knew I had done the same to him, for every time I leave he is always the last to look away from the road I walked down, or in this case, he was the one that tried the hardest to stay awake tonight.

Sad as I was, I could not stay.

I soon made it to Mello's bedroom door, and prepared myself to walk inside, knowing they would be in there and still asleep. With unending care, I opened the door and saw the boys, sleeping ever so peacefully. I exhaled as I crept over to Matt's unconscious body.

"For you, Matt," I whispered, reaching my hand into the bag and pulled out his gift. "What is an adventurer without his goggles?" I placed a new white pare of goggles with yellow shades besides his unmoving hand. I stroked his cheek so softly you would think I was stoking a bubble before standing back up onto my feet to go to Mello next. "Mello." I grabbed out his gift. "Every man's power is his craving, what I hold in my hand is obviously yours, and I give it to you." I placed the keys under his pillow. The keys were to an old shed that held inside what would seem like a lifetime supply of chocolate. "Just so you can always have somewhere to go with something you want." I traced my finger along his neck, to his collar bone, until I reached the left side of his chest, where I circled the very tip of my finger into a heart shape, as I had done when I came.

Now, it was time for Near. I, again, got back up and walked over to the next boy.

"Near," I started, staring at his sleeping form. He was not like Mello or Matt when he slept. Mello would sleep on his back, Matt on his stomach, (sheets always tangled around his legs) but always slept in a ball-like shape, legs curled and hands tucked under his cheek, like a small child. "For you I give this." I pulled out the final object. It was a make your own mask and finger puppet set. "I hope you find some enjoyment out of it, and whenever you use it, you think of me, and I hope that brings a smile to your face." I stroked his almost curly white hair and stood back up. I walked to the door, but just as I was about to leave I turned to have one long look at all of them. "I am sorry." And I really was.

It was around six-forty pm, so that left me about twenty minutes to find a way in. I was standing outside of the Gracchi Liva hotel, were I knew L would be meeting the task force, I just needed to find a way onto floor seventy six, the floor L's hotel room was. And I already figured it out.

I ran to the building opposite it, sneaking past hotel security and went to the highest floor by elevator. When the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened I knew all I had to do to get to the roof now was the climb stairs.

The journey un the stairs was not a bother, nor was getting the roof door open. But the tricky part was coming up; I had to jump from the roof the L's hotel. But, again, I found a way. There was a power line that went from this roof to the other. All I had to do was walk it. It would not be too hard, but the trick was not to have people know you were there as you do it.

I stepped my foot onto the line, and then my other one, and before I knew it, I was walking.

Whenever one were to do this, their main method would be not to look down, but I am know to break all rules but my own, so I looked down. I smiled at the site. How is it that people get so scared and nauseous when they are too high? It was a thrill to me, a rush, and that is what is so exciting about it. I suppose it takes a real human to take such excitement, or perhaps it took a crazy person to find such fun out of near death experiences. Not that there was really a difference.

When I got close to halfway I began to hunch my back so I was less conspicuous. I love this feeling, the feeling of wind whipping at my face, my arms outstretched to keep balance, it almost felt as though I were flying.

When I had made it to the end I jumped off the line and found myself on L's roof, just as planned. There was no chance in L forgetting, or not bothering to have someone install cameras around his floor. So, on order to turn off those cameras I went back over to the power line and roughly tugged on it. I continued to do this until the hotel lights began to flicker, and then shut off completely. Now, I had only five minutes to get into L's room. No problem.

I ran down the roof stairs and did not stop until I had come to a small sign with the number of his floor. Alright, I still have 2.35 minutes left. Most would think that I would be completely blinded and would not be able to see the sign, but I am not like most people, and found a way to find even the tiniest bit of light in all situations.

I walked over to L's hotel door, ready to open it. I slid my fingers into my mouth and pulled out the straitened spring I still had from the prison breakout. I pulled it out from behind my teeth and pushed it into the lock.

When the door opened I walked in and closed it behind me again, smiling when the lights came back on. I was just on time, as I knew I would be. I locked the door behind me and dragged my feet along the floor until I was in the kitchen. I explored the fridge and set my eyes on a rather inviting strawberry cake.

A few seconds later I was sitting on the sofa, legs folded and a spoonful of cake in my mouth. That reminded me . . . I took the mettle I used to unlock the door and stuck it back between my teeth.

I was not sitting there long before I hear the door unlock the handle turn.

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