Welcome to chapter three! A huge thanks to everyone who reviewed and followed, it was really great to see that people are actually taking an interest in this! To Fluffy237 and others interested, I plan to post on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays (with the obvious exception being yesterday and today).

Now, about this chapter. Keep in mind that I intentionally made L act like a bit of an idiot. It may be OOC, but I thought that it would fit better in this case. I ended up playing with the rules quite a bit later on in the story anyways, so in retrospect I don't think it's that bad. Also, Beyond is insane. With that said, I hope you enjoy, and be sure to leave a review!

Chapter 3: Eclipse

"Light!" L cried, shaking the boy's shoulder. The teen remained unresponsive, a pained look on his face. L lay him flat on the ground of the workroom and felt his skin. It was searing, dangerously hot. How had he not noticed this in the morning? How had he not seen the sickness lingering in Light's eyes? Had it really gotten this severe without him saying anything?

I'm supposed to be a genius! L thought furiously. How could I let this happen?

L hauled Light over his shoulder and shot at the task force, "Don't worry, I'll take care of him."

He ignored Soichiro's protests and fled to the elevator. Once he was safely back in his room, he flopped Light down on the bed, immediately uncuffed him, and grabbed the thermometer. A small beep announced his temperature— 102.6 exactly. Swearing, L darted to the bathroom and wet a rag, returning to place it on Light's forehead. He groaned in his sleep, twisting about in an agonized manner.

"You're an idiot," L told him, gently. "Didn't I tell you to inform me if your condition got any worse? What was to gain from working yourself to exhaustion?"

Well, he did figure out that it was Beyond, a small voice pointed out. L swiftly shut the voice up and continued by unbuttoning Light's shirt and peeling it off of his body, which was sticky with sweat. "Being a genius doesn't earn you anything if you're taken down so easily by a common virus," he growled angrily. "Come on, Light, wake up!" Light remained unresponsive, merely shifting in his sleep. L winced as a groan met his ears. He was one of the brightest minds of his generation, a genius, and he couldn't keep his friend from suffering. It seemed wrong, cruel almost. Why hadn't he ever put time into developing some sort of vaccine for an illness such as this? Surely, with his intelligence, he could have come up with something, even if the brightest minds in the scientific community hadn't been able to.That way he wouldn't be here, watching Light writhe in his sleep. Well, that's easy, that little voice scoffed. You never developed a cure because you don't care about anyone but yourself, and you don't get sick. L shook his head to clear away the polluting thoughts. Well, that's not true anymore, is it? The thoughts went on. You care about Li—

"Stop it!" he bit out angrily. "Don't you take that thought one letter further! You are not allowed to feel anything for the person who is most likely a mass murderer!"

But despite that, he still found himself brushing his fingers across Light's too-hot skin when he next whimpered in that pained way. He still found himself wishing away his agony. He shuddered, resting his palm over Light's chest. There he found his heartbeat pulsing, and he was comforted, if only for a moment, that his friend was still breathing. L settled down to keep vigil over his felled friend. As long as it took, he swore, he would be beside Light.

†††

It was about an hour later when L failed to notice the door swishing open and Watari entering the room. "L," he began. "Has his condition changed?

L shook his head. "His fever has gone up by .1 of a degree. He has not yet awoken."

Watari cleared his throat awkwardly. "L… perhaps you would consider—?"

"No." he said sharply. "No hospital. I need to be able to watch him."

The elderly butler sighed, lowering his head. "If his fever rises much higher, I fear we may have no choice but to take him in."

L squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't say that. It's not going to get worse."

"We must be realistic—"

"No!" L spat. "He's going to stay here and recover, and go back to reading his book!"

"I have no doubt that he will be okay," Watari said carefully. "But a hospital may be better for his condition at the moment."

L took a moment to regain his level head. Then he said, "Very well. If his temperature rises above 103 I will relinquish control of his medical situation."

"At least summon your personal doctor, L."

"No. I will not allow anyone to touch him. Please bring the necessary monitoring equipment to my room. Thank you."

"As you wish." Watari exited, leaving L to continue watching the younger Yagami. L reached out hesitantly, as if afraid of Light's awakening, and brushed a clump of sweat-slickened hair from his face. L chewed on his thumb, half tempted to grab Light and attempt to shake him awake. He shook his head, common sense returning, reminding himself that in his sickened state, the teen could use all the rest he could get.

L stood, grabbing the once-damp rag that had long since dried and fallen from Light's forehead. It took only a few moments to dampen the cloth again and return to Light. There he sat, wiping the sweat from the teen's skin. When he had finished with Light's forehead he moved to his chest, disgusted by the sheen of sweat that covered it. When he deemed Light sufficiently clean (he refused to remove his pants to clean his legs or… other regions) he rinsed out the cloth and replaced it on Light's forehead. He gnawed on his thumb.

"What else can be done…?" He wondered aloud. "Tylenol? No… he's not conscious…" He sat back and rubbed furiously at his eyes. All of his genius had seemingly slipped out while he wasn't watching, leaving him completely stumped over something so mundane as a fever. He puzzled over what else to do for many more minutes before deciding that there was simply nothing else to be done. And so it was that L crouched beside Light and kept watch silently, his features drawn.

†††

Hours later L still crouched beside Light's bed, his face twisted into an expression of worry. He didn't like this, seeing Light so weak. He was supposed to be strong, almost god-like. No—he stopped himself. That was Kira. This was Light. And Light Yagami was anything but god-like. L shifted in his chair.

"L," the intercom buzzed. The detective glanced at it.

"This is L," he responded thoughtlessly. "What is it you require?"

"We have a message," Watari said. "From Beyond. He's requesting your presence."

L tensed. "I will be there. Watari, come watch over Light for me when I'm gone."

"As you wish, L."

L got to his feet and checked Light's temperature for the nth time, not surprised in the least to find it stubbornly 102.7. He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. L turned, hearing the door open to announce Watari's arrival. He walked past the man and into the hall, shoulders hunched painfully. When he reached the elevator he easily slipped inside and pressed the correct button. The elevator whirred to life. L leaned back against the wall and thought back to Light, who remained thrashing endlessly in his fevered sleep. The detective trusted Watari to take care of Light while he was away listening to whatever Beyond had to say, but it didn't make him happy to leave the teen.

Which brought him to the topic of Beyond Birthday, his former companion. L shuddered just thinking of the man and his intentions. Beyond wouldn't just seek to win, oh no, that was below him. He would want to destroy, maim, conquer. He would want all of the task force on their knees, especially the great detective himself. He would relish their pain and stop only when the words of surrender were spoken. Absolute submission would be the only out. L was determined not to take that out. If L's life were the only one at risk, he would gladly step forward and sacrifice it rather than lose his pride. But was he really willing to sacrifice the lives of everyone on the task force for his own selfish desires? He normally made it a habit not to become emotionally involved with his teammates, and this was no exception. However, that didn't mean he was heartless. He didn't want anyone to die.

The elevator dinged to signal his arrival in the workroom.

"Hey, Ryuzaki!" Matsuda was the first to notice his arrival. "Beyond is waiting for you."

L nodded, moving up to the monitor and microphone where Beyond's voice would no doubt emanate from. There was no image, he noted. He picked up the headset nervously and slipped it onto his head. He adjusted the mic and the volume until he was sure he was the only one that could hear from it, then reached out and pressed the button that would allow Beyond's voice to flow through the headset, while simultaneously scrambling his voice. "Beyond," L said into the scrambler. "What is it you want?"

He cackled. L noted with some irritation that he wasn't using a voice scrambler. Well, two could play at that game. He pushed the device away, turning it off. There would be no masks here.

"Have you noticed?" he cried. "Have you noticed what's been happening?"

"You have been spelling out your name with the names of the people you kill."

"Very good, very good!" Another laugh. "I'm impressed, L. I half thought you wouldn't check the dates of broadcast and times of death in correlation to each other! We both know how utterly unintelligent you are, after all!"

"It wasn't me, actually," L said smoothly, brushing off the attempted insult. "It was someone on the task force."

"Hmm?" he sounded surprised. "Who was it, then? Was it Soichiro, Matsuda, Aizawa, or perhaps Mogi? No, let me guess… it was Light Yagami, the Kira suspect!"

L could barely bite back his angry hiss. Beyond already knew too much. "It's none of your business who cracked your juvenile code."

"So it was Light! I knew it! I'll have to take him out, oh yes… I'm so very interested in that one! Say, do you mind putting him on the line?"

"He's not available," L said shortly. "So you can drop it."

"Unfortunate," he sighed. "I'm waiting for you to find me, L. Why is it taking you so long? You know, if you take much longer, I'll have to come to you."

"I am otherwise occupied at the moment."

"Otherwise occupied?" he sounded disbelieving. "Don't tell me there something else in your life more important than stopping me!"

"You're hardly a threat to me. I estimate another twenty four hours before I am able to apprehend you and put an end to this." It was spoken in monotone, so flatly that even Beyond was surprised. "Now, did you call me merely to gloat, or did this have a purpose?"

"Oh, just to inform you that I've entered the game, and that Kira's power is at my disposal. You know what that means, don't you? I know your name and face, and that of everyone on the task force. I could kill you all, right here and now!"

"Then why don't you?" L asked flatly, though he was already sure of the answer, having puzzled it out while he sat beside Light. "You could guarantee yourself the victory right here and now, but you won't. Not until you're satisfied that you've beaten me not just with your silly power, but with your own intelligence. I must say, Beyond, you're acting quite petty. If I were in your situation, you would already be dead."

"Ooh, the great detective L would really kill me?"

"If it means saving the lives of your future victims, then yes, I would." Besides, L thought, his hand dropping to subtly brush over the gun tucked into his waistband. It's not like I haven't killed before.

Beyond let out a greatly exaggerated sigh. "Ever the hero, L. When will you drop the act and come play with me again?"

"I don't plan to. I will catch you and deliver you to the nearest prison, and you will not be escaping this time."

"You're no fun," Beyond responded, and L could almost hear his pout through the screen. "If you won't play with me, then maybe I'll just have to give you a little incentive."

L narrowed his eyes, though he knew the mass murderer on the other side of the screen wouldn't be able to see the hostile gesture. "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, I don't know…" Beyond said evasively. "What do you think I mean?"

Gritting his teeth, L thought, the bastard always has been a drama queen. Leave it to him to pull a stunt like this. Murdering dozens of people just to leave me a message…

Apparently deciding that he wasn't going to get an answer, Beyond whined, "Come on, Lawli! Guess!"

"You're acting like a child!" the detective bit out. He lowered the volume on his headset nervously, glancing back to the task force—but it was clear that they hadn't been able to hear the foolish nickname Beyond had given him back in Wammy's House. A nickname, L thought bitterly, that was far too close to his real name for comfort. "And I'd appreciate it if you would refrain from calling me by that name."

"Oh, what's wrong, Lawli?" he cooed. "Afraid that I'll slip up and accidentally say your real name instead?"

"You won't have a chance to slip up, for you will be locked away soon enough."

Beyond paused. "Fine then, L." The creak of furniture sounded through the headset, and L assumed that the murderer was leaning back in his chair. "I'm going to play a game with you. Do you want to know the rules?"

L opened his mouth to snap at Beyond that he'd already said he refused to play, but the murderer cut him off.

"If you can catch me, then I'll relinquish control my power without a fight. But if you can't…" A laugh shrieked through the headset. "Then you all die! Isn't that fun?"

"I refuse to play your foolish game. I will find you, and then—"

"Well if you find me you win silly!" Beyond's chair squeaked again, and his voice became louder as he presumably leaned in towards the microphone. "And if you don't play," he continued, his voice suddenly soft and dangerous, a far cry from the light, playful tone he'd put on a moment ago. "If you don't play, then I'll murder all of you. You know me well, L. After what you saw through Naomi Misora's eyes in Los Angeles, I'm sure that you'll be willing to dance this dance with me. You wouldn't want to find your dear task force mangled and left for dead like those three, poor victims from my last murdering spree."

L gripped the mic so hard he thought it would break. "I will find you before that happens."

"And I will be awaiting your arrival!" he crowed, all malice forgotten. "Have fun, my precious L!" The screen went black. For a long moment L sat in silence, mind swirling. Beyond hadn't left him much of a choice in the matter—he'd have to track him down.

"Ryuzaki?" Soichiro asked hesitantly.

L looked away from the screen sharply, not meeting the task force's gaze.

"I suppose I should tell you everything about this murderer," he said at last. "So pay attention, because I will only tell you once."

†††

Beyond cackled, throwing the microphone to the side. He had L right where he wanted him! But to make sure… He returned to his computer. "Ryuk," he said. "I want you to go put up surveillance everywhere in the task force headquarters. No blind spots, understand?"

The Shinigami twisted his head around, responding, "You're asking me to do it? No way. I'm just an observer here, remember? Do it yourself if you want surveillance up so bad."

Beyond huffed, "Not even for apples?"

Ryuk hesitated. "How many apples?"

"How many do you want?"

The shinigami's eyes lit up childishly; his expression of joy didn't fit well with his ghoulish face and reddish yellow eyes. "Ten crates!"

"Ten?" the murderer echoed, stunned. "There's no way you can eat that many before they go bad!"

"Ten." Ryuk repeated. "No more, no less."

"How about five and the promise that doing this will make things a lot more interesting?"

More hesitation. Then, finally, Ryuk said, "Will it really make things that much more interesting?"

"Oh, it will make things very interesting," Beyond purred. "Trust me on that."

Ryuk only hesitated a moment longer before announcing, "Fine, then. Give me the cameras."

Beyond smirked, reaching for the bag full of machinery. Yes, he thought. Everything will fall into place soon.

†††

L opened the door to his room and entered, at last relieving Watari of the duty of watching over Light. The task force had seemed utterly horrified by L's description of Beyond. And after hearing his challenge to L, they'd seemed completely dedicated to tracking him down before anything more serious than a few dozen murders could occur.

And of course, the task force had asked about Light. L had responded to their endless questions by saying that he was being taken care of, and that his fever would break soon (that was a lie; he had no idea when it would end). He'd next given the task force something to research, but refused to have any part in it until Light was back on his feet, despite Beyond's threat. He needed to keep an eye on the Kira suspect, he'd said—but no one believed him. It had been nearly a day, and Light remained unconscious. All could tell that his state was worrying the detective.

L slowly walked to stand at Light's bedside. The teen looked no better than when he'd left. He was still sweating, shaking lightly in his sleep. Frowning, L looked closer.

Was… he shivering? L ran a hand across his forehead, finding it just as alarmingly hot as ever. Why the hell was Light cold? L swiftly reached for the blankets he'd tossed off the bed previously. He piled them onto Light's unconscious form with as much care as he could manage, eventually ending up simply lumping them onto him until a mountain of cloth towered above him.

"Light," L said softly when his work was done. He shook him gently. "You need to wake up. I need to know if something's seriously wrong."

The teen shook his head.

L perked up, seeing the movement and calculating the probability of it meaning Light was coming around. It wasn't very high. But to his surprise, that seemed to be exactly what was happening. Light shifted slightly, eyes squeezing shut as a groan escaped him.

"Light, open your eyes, please." He was careful to keep any emotion out of his voice. And he refused to acknowledge the tidal wave of emotion roaring though him at the sight of Light, clearly in pain and teetering on the edge of consciousness.

He struggled with the haze of sleep for a few long moments, then his eyes finally snapped open and met L's with a sickly gasp.

†††

My head throbbed. My chest hurt. And I was so hot that even the blankets around me couldn't keep out the chill. What the hell was going on? Where was I? And why did I feel so awful? In a rush my memories came back to me. I remembered throwing up, going to work, and collapsing in front of the task force. Damn it, L was going to kill me!

"Light? Light, can you hear me?"

That was L… I knew it was. I'm fine, I wanted to say. This is just a little fever… But it came out as a jumbled blob of syllables. I tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn't listen. I tugged at them, fighting… and finally the lids obeyed me.

"L," I choked out. I was too fevered to remember to use his other pseudonym, and he didn't correct me.

"Light," he responded, relief seeping from his voice. "Thank god… I was getting worried."

"What happened?" I managed, though it didn't sound anything like I wanted it to.

"You passed out," L explained. "You've been out for almost a day."

"Mm." I couldn't form words.

"And you were right about Beyond. He called headquarters and wanted to speak to you and me both. He has Kira's power and all of our full names and faces."

I shot him a glance that I hoped said, he knows your full name?

"Yes, he knows my full name. He's always known it, and he has yours as well, and everyone else's. He could murder us all here and now if he wished. That is why I am so concerned. But you see, the thing about Beyond is that he doesn't want to just win. He wants to defeat, he wants to rule. He wants to crush us underfoot and have us all on our knees, begging for mercy. And that will be his downfall." He looked at me. "Do you think you'll recover soon?" I opened my mouth to respond, but he cut me off. "No, don't answer that—you'll lie."

I managed a short, throaty laugh. He knew me too well.

"You'll stay here until your fever is back down," he said. "I'll have Watari bring you something to eat, and you will take medicine to fight the fever. What's more, once you recover you're going to start sleeping more—at least seven hours a night. You'll be set on a rehabilitation schedule to help your body become as strong as it once was. This would not have happened if I had simply done that in the first place, or been attentive enough to notice when your condition became this bad."

I couldn't protest if I wanted to. So I simply nodded, weak though it was. My eyelids were drooping again, and heat was still flaring up within me. I groaned.

L seemed to understand. "You'll be allowed to rest soon, Light, after you take some medicine. You'd better be more awake the next time your eyes open. I don't like you like this."

Was L serious? I tried to puzzle it out, but my mind kept putting up roadblocks of fire wherever I sought entry to any rational part of my mind. Sleep was a welcoming fog, drawing me in.

L must have sensed my fading consciousness, because he said, "Hey, no! You're not allowed to go back to sleep until you've taken some medicine and eaten something!"

I wanted to tell L that I was fine, that I wasn't hungry… but sleep had already dragged me back under by the time I had put the beginnings of a sentence together.

Amidst all the talking, neither person noticed the shadow slip into the room, bag of equipment in hand, and place a camera carefully in a place where neither beings would notice. The shadow shot the two men a glance, cackled, and left without a trace.

†††

Beyond studied the computer screen, watching the feed. The wiretap had been implanted within the camera, so the audio wasn't perfectly clear… but it would do for his purposes.

"So Light Yagami has fallen ill," he murmured. "Struck down by a mere fever, no less! How embarrassing for the mighty Kira." He shook his head, watching as the used-to-be god drifted off to sleep once again. And how interesting! Was L really watching him with affection? And had he seriously just reached out to brush hair out of Light's eyes? Beyond chuckled. So that was how it was, was it? Well then, there was only one thing for it!

Ryuk popped back in, arms crossed. "I did what you asked. So then, what's your next move? And where are those apples?"

Beyond directed the shinigami to the crates with a single finger jabbed outwards. He watched emotionlessly as the shinigami eagerly ripped into the first crate and began eating. "I think my plans have changed, Ryuk." Beyond narrowed his eyes. "I think I'll be getting my hands on Light Yagami a little earlier than previously planned. Which means that I need to move fast in order to recover the second Death Note." His eyes never left the screen, watching as L tenderly wiped Light's forehead with a damp cloth.

The Shinigami looked surprised. "What, seriously?"

"Look at the way L watches him," Beyond whispered, ignoring Ryuk. "Look at the affection behind those blank, expressionless eyes!" He locked eyes with the shinigami. "I will find a way to bring Light Yagami to me, and I give him his memories back. And after that…" he grinned toothily. "Well, you'll just have to stick around and see what happens, Ryuk. I did promise you something entertaining, after all." He shut the lid of his computer and stood, stretching his arms far above his head. "You know, I've always been a fan of the classics. And a classic kidnapping will work out perfectly." A savage grin found its way to his face. "L will suffer because of his feelings for this boy."

†††

"He's gotten worse, Watari." L didn't take his eyes off Light as he spoke. The boy had his cheek pressed hard into his pillow, his hands fisted into the sheets as if they were attacking him.

"Yes, L, he has. Perhaps you will now allow me to take him to the nearest medical establishment?"

L bit his lip thoughtfully. "Just a little longer," he urged. Just a little longer… he couldn't wait much longer before being forced to take action to stop this. It had been nearly three days since L had gone to take Beyond's message, and Light's condition had worsened worryingly. He was forced now to remember his promise to Watari about taking Light to the hospital should his temperature rise above 103. Unbeknownst to Watari, Light's temperature had risen above 103 several hours ago, and it was now beginning to pull closer and closer to 103.5. Still, L refused to accept that Light needed a hospital. It just wasn't possible that someone so strong had been broken apart by something so common. "You can pull through this," he promised Light, gnawing at his thumb. "Don't make me take you to a hospital." He may have no choice soon enough, however. Light was beginning to look gaunt, and was no doubt feeling the effects of dehydration, despite the fact that L had managed to force some liquid into him a day prior. But ever since that brief awakening Light had refused to regain consciousness. He seemed determined to stay dead to the world. "Come on, Light."

The teen responded only by thrashing about weakly, no doubt a reaction to his fever-induced haze of discomfort.

"L," Watari said. "Would you like me to bring you something?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Bring me a single dosage of Tylenol and something to drink."

"As you wish."

It was only a few minutes before Watari brought him the drink—a large glass of orange juice—and the requested medicine, then departed loyally. L shifted Light's body so he was leaned up slightly. "Light," he said, shaking his shoulder. "Please, I need you to wake up and drink something and take some medicine. It's been days!" Yes, it had been days. Days since he had been able to have a conversation with the brown-haired teen.

Light shook his head blearily, sending relief blooming in L's chest. "Hurts…"

"I know it hurts, but you need some form of nourishment, hydration, and help. It will cool you down as well, if that makes it any more appealing." He brought the straw to his lips and held up the pills, stunned to see Light awake again after days sleeping. "Come on, just a few drinks."

His eyes opened, and at first L was thrilled—until he got a good look at them. They were hazy, the bright amber orbs obscured by the ill glaze. He didn't look alive. L shuddered. "Just a few sips," he said again, pressing the pills to Light's lips.

Light seemed to be having a hard time comprehending the situation. He closed his eyes again.

"No, Light. Wake up. Wake up!" He finally got Light's eyes open again, and forced him to swallow the pills and take a drink of the juice. He winced the moment the drink hit his tongue.

"N' good…" he groaned. "Hate th't flavor…"

L sighed. "I know you don't like it, but you need something." Light thrashed his head back and forth weakly, before slipping away again.

Hmm, L thought. This is getting worse and worse… perhaps I should consider Watari's advice now. He looked down at Light's sweaty face. Only until morning, he decided. If he's not any better by then, then Watari wins. With that thought in mind, L settled himself at the foot of Light's side of the bed, his toes digging into the mattress. He observed the youth trembling for a few minutes longer, then could take it no longer. He inched forward, moving to lie on his side facing the suffering teen. Hesitantly, he reached out and draped one arm over his waist. When that invoked no reaction, he boldly pulled Light to his chest in a desperate embrace.

"You're not allowed to do this," L informed him shakily. "You're not supposed to be weak."

There was no response. All he got was a slight whimper as whatever dream Light was having became slightly worse. And in response, L simply carded his fingers through the boy's hair.

†††

L's eyes next opened when he felt Light yank himself out of his grasp to sit upright, lean over the side of the bed, and vomit into the trash can below. He groaned, holding his head as he fell back into L's embrace. "Told you…" he proclaimed, his words slurring just enough to be noticeable. "D'nt like that flavor…"

A terrible feeling took root in L's chest. He checked Light's temperature one last time. No, he thought, a pang of terror racking him. His fever had gone up again! How was that possible?

Light shook his head weakly. Frantically, L straddled the boy and forcefully opened one eye, peering into it. Still glazed, unsteady. Did Light even recognize him? Clearly the answer was no, for Light's eyes flew open as he pushed himself away from the detective. "Get away!" he managed to gasp, pushing himself to the edge of the bed, then swinging his legs over and attempting to stand. That proved to be a bad idea for obvious reasons. Luckily for Light, L's sharp reflexes had him up and to him before the teen could hit the ground. L slipped himself easily beneath Light and caught him. Lowering him to the ground, L stared into the eyes of the boy.

"D'nt do th't to me…" Light slurred incomprehensibly. "'m not Kira…'m not!"

"I know," L lied softly. "I know you're not Kira. Come on, Light, let's get you back into bed."

As he spoke, a flicker of recognition crossed the teen's expression, and he gasped. "L," he begged. "L, please!" His fingers dug into L's shirt, already twisted and slightly pulled up by Light's struggles.

The great detective bit back a cry as Light's eyes slipped closed and his body went limp. "You're going to be okay," he assured shakily but calmly as he reached for his phone, swallowing the doubt swelling in his throat. "Watari," he said once the phone was answered. "Call an ambulance for Light Yagami."

Well, this ended up a little shorter than I would have liked, but this was the only stopping point for quite a while, so I decided to take it. Leave a review if you enjoyed!

And just so you know, I had so many issues with uploading this that for a good few hours there this document was just sitting open on my computer with the word "help" written and nothing else. I even tried downloading a different browser to fix the problem. If that's not sad, I don't know what is.