Death: I deeply apologize for the long wait. My summer has been the busiest it has ever been in many years, probably more than a decade. But! The plot has finally made itself known, and it is time to shock everyone to the point you all will literally fall out of your chairs! And, if I am successful enough, all you Mello fans will be a little bit hot and bothered. For well, um, just read and find out xD
Warning! There is crude language in this chapter all because of Mello. He finally gets some luvin'.
Discaimer: As I have said the past nine chapters and all my other fanfics, I own nothing.
Title of the chapter is named after the song Sound of Madness by Shinedown.
Chapter 10 – Sound of Madness
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The moment Light first laid eyes on the first case he was to take part in, albeit a shadowed part since he was too young to be in the field, he knew this was where he belonged. The Yagami prodigy and once potential successor of L had spent his childhood years admiring his father's career. After years of lying dormant, the admiration and swell of pride came flooding back.
In that moment, a memory which had been buried deep, also surfaced. The shock of the murder had him forget the important detail as to who had carried out such brutality against Chief Yagami and his wife.
It started when he came down the stairs, ready for breakfast and his routine of cartoons, for it had been a wonderful Saturday morning. When he reached the bottom of the stairs and into the kitchen he found his mother staring at a newspaper laid out on the kitchen table. He read two different emotions from her face. She had a sense of pride in a loving fashion, yet there was a hint of an internal struggle to hide the concern bubbling up in her expression.
When she realized he was there, she quickly hid her troubles and greeted him with a warm smile as if nothing happened. Confused, Light went along with the sudden change. At the same time he silently hoped she would be too distracted in making his breakfast to put the newspaper away. For whatever was printed was the cause of his mother's discomfort.
His chance came when his sister's crying forced Sachiko away from the kitchen to upstairs. Light quickly slid off his chair for a closer look at the newspaper, he wished not to disturb the paper or else she would know he had been going through it, still open to whatever his mother had been reading.
To his surprise it had been about his father, Detective Yagami solving the case of a serial killer the public nicknamed the Demon of Tokyo. Apparently this man, Light could not recall the real name of the criminal, had once lured men and women into his apartment where he proceeded to rape and slaughter his victims then dumping and scattering the bodies anywhere from dumpsters to the bays near fishing factories. If he had read between the lines correctly, it would seem the Demon preferred the men more than the woman.
A bit disturbed, Light had skipped over the rest of what the criminal had done and read where it mentioned his father once more. It was pointed out that it was likely Detective Yagami would be promoted to Chief Detective of his team, due to his months of cracking this case. The young boy felt a sense of bewilderment and delight at the same moment.
He was more than happy for the news of his father being promoted, his admiration grew and Light began to imagine he too, can follow his father's footsteps and bring justice upon the ill conceived. When he remembered the reason why he took a peek at the newspaper, he was more confused than ever.
Why would such a promotion frighten his mother? She was proud of her husband's achievement, he could tell. So then, why would she be concerned? He couldn't ponder over such answers when he heard Sachiko's soft footsteps down the stairs and quickly went back to his seat, patiently waiting for his meal.
He had put the matter out of his mind, for he had spent his days with his father walking to parks or a zoo, if he behaved well enough. Then some two months later, it was learned the criminal had his father worked so hard to capture escaped. A few short years later, his parents were murdered.
While that horrific murder was happening, Light's sharp mind thought of the escaped Demon of Tokyo. He could not remember what the criminal looked like, but he had a feeling in his gut that told him that the man who murdered his family was none other than the Demon. But the shock of seeing the bloodied bodies in the aftermath removed the link he had connected from his mind.
Upon the memory resurfacing Light inwardly cursed himself for not speaking out at that time. Now was not the time to bring it up, not even to Watari, who had personally sought him out and brought the traumatized young Yagami to Whammy's. Light suspected that now he was working with L, Watari would most likely confide L about the once named successor's strange request to look over old cases.
With his life so busy, his thoughts didn't have the time to ponder over the strange feelings that were bubbling up inside his chest. These feelings only seem to happen when he was around L. A part of him knew he wanted to explore what this meant, but he didn't have the chances for the detective worked them around the clock. It didn't help matters that the episodes were taking form once again.
The echoes of screams and sickeningly sweet copper invaded his senses, often leaving him disoriented and weary. When these senses of hearing and smell were so intense, Light wouldn't eat. To avoid being interrogated the young man excused himself to work with Near in a different room. With Mello's constant bullying, it had been decided long ago that the two competing heirs will work separately.
During those hard times Near wouldn't question him about his strange condition. Instead the pale boy would insure that no one was to come inside their suite (as they traveled the world, they mainly lived in hotels), would put a large cross on the door and told, "Sanctuary", to anyone who wanted to come inside.
An odd sort of action, Light always thought. But when they were pressed over the Sanctuary, Near would always answer that his roommate needed some peace and quiet and wished not to be disturbed. When it became obvious they wouldn't get a straight answer, L dropped the subject altogether. But even he couldn't hide the curious and worrying thoughts he had over the strange way of Light running to Near for peace and quiet and using a cross of all things to keep everyone out. Even Watari wasn't allowed inside.
The horrors that haunted him drove any thoughts of his strange feelings for L and his wish to look into the possible link of the case that forced him out of Japan. On good days he can bear with it, and Light did his best not to go to Near very often when he was overwhelmed to the point he was on the verge of fainting.
This continued for years, to Light it seemed to have gone on for an eternity. And now, almost nine years after he and the children left Whammy's into L and Watari's care, the young man began to have nightmares. When he awoke, he didn't remember what he had dreamt about. All he knew was that something was hunting him down. As he worked, he pushed all of his horrors and the episodes to the back of his mind.
Even as he did his best to ignore, deep down Light knew that something was coming. And he didn't have a say in any of it. He didn't know what sort of danger it was, so he could not prevent it.
And that frightened him more than anything else, more than all of his past traumas combined.
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At fifteen, the beginning of his career to work beside L, Light was proven an excellent right hand man. He was quick to connect what little evidence to the culprit, almost matching or rivaling L's own conclusions. At nineteen, Light was given the privilege to of working in the field as L's eyes, ears, and informant. Now at the ripened age of twenty four, Light was made an official detective working under L.
His natural good looks that seem to mature like a blooming flower in each passing year, and his charming ways of being the perfect social butterfly Light could make even a rock confess. And with the promotion, L had given Light a letter. From now on he was K, and was free to work on cases that interested him on his own if he wished.
But Light had hardly been able to take up this new offer, since he had agreed to work directly under L. Although Light was more than delighted to finally been assigned a letter and work directly with L, his growing reputation wasn't shared in Mello.
The blond began to perceive Light as a threat. A threat to becoming L's heir, no matter how many times both he and Near said he did not wish the spot. L wasn't of any help to calm them down, for it became apparent that as the years passed he was no closer to deciding than the first day he took them under his wing. Deep inside, they knew L wished more than anything to appoint Kinship as his heir. But the fear of losing Kin, and the possible threat of him becoming another B, L buried his wishes.
What was most annoying was that Light was still expected to help teach the growing boys. Even worse, he was to work in the field with Mello and Matt in tow. Matt, he did not mind, for the young teen was a capable driver if they were to chase down the culprit. And of the two, Matt was proven to be better at the back stories of their aliases. Often times they abused the idea that he and Light were brothers after so many questioned if they were.
Mello, on the other hand, was a nightmare. When he was quiet and let the other two do the talking, he would glare in a crazed sort of way that made long served detectives squirm. Mello would loudly object as Light tried to use his charms to his advantage over anyone who had a possible lead and didn't know it. The blond would rudely snort, or he would crudely joke at the elder for being queer.
But when things became serious, the culprit known and fleeing from their grasp, Mello was the best ally anyone could hope for in the field. He was quick to determine where the culprit was running to, and where they should block and corner the criminal. Under Watari's careful eye, Mello learned how to handle a gun. If there was no time, he would shoot without hesitation. He never hit any major arteries or life threatening areas of the body. He would often go for the leg or the shoulder if the culprit was too fast.
And once all was over and done with, Mello would be more bearable to be around. The blond was content enough to be nice to Light. Taking advantage of the strange short time Mello was well behaved, Light would take them out for a little celebration. Usually they went to a nearby café or a little restaurant that was quiet and no one bothered to stare at the odd threesome.
That is where they were now, in a café in Berlin, Germany. They had just finished a case of a serial killer who sought young women ranging from high school to early years of college. The case had been a wild one, for at the beginning they didn't see a connection between victims, or if the high school and college girls were victims of the same killer.
They had just begun to eat, Mello ordered a rich German chocolate cake, Matt with a banana crème pie, and Light simply had coffee when a familiar voice rang in the air.
"Well, would you look at that! I thought it was you, when I saw the back of your pretty head from the entrance! How long has been, old friend?"
Light turned to see a strapping blond man in his prime with fine clothes and large headphones hung around his neck. Recognizing his old roommate, Light quickly stood up and accepted Mu's tight embrace in their unexpected yet happily accepted reunion.
"I go by Kyle Kuefer, at the present moment." Light whispered so low only Mu could hear.
"I am Frederick Herrmann." Mu responded just as quietly.
When they pulled apart the two old friends examined the other, seeing how the years had been kind during the long years apart. Mu had discarded the old shirts of 80's rock bands and moved on to a more professional appearance. He wore a long sleeved black buttoned up shirt tucked into a matching pair of khakis, and a white vest over the shirt.
Mu's blond hair was shorter than he remembered, but the cut went well with the outfit and made his overall appearance rather dashing. He was as if he just got out of performing a concert of some sort with classical instruments or something of the like. What caught Light off guard though was a hint of a red tattoo peeking out from the collar of the shirt, he couldn't quite make out what the design was.
Still, the young man didn't question it. He was too delighted to see Mu after such a long time apart to really care for the little changes in his former roommate.
"I see that you've grown up since the last time we met." Light commented with a chuckle.
"Oh, stop that. I was a young lad, then. Hanging on to old things that were most familiar to me, you know? And look at you! The years have been treating you kindly, old friend. You look as handsome as you were back in high school." Mu eyed him admiringly as he made up the most probable of a cover story for their long years apart.
Blushing at the combination of the comment and scrutinizing gaze, Light quickly changed the subject.
"Would you care to sit down with us? I'm sure you remember my younger brother Max, and this here is our friend Mikhail."
Matt offered a polite greeting, while Mello simply glared at the stranger with suspicion and distrust. The obnoxious teen did not like the way this man was eying Kin, and uncontrollable rage began to build. For now Mello was content to sit and watch their guest. He was completely ignoring his cake as he stared and listened intently.
Light pulled out the empty seat to his right, which his former roommate sat down. Matt was to Mu's right, who was beside Mello to Light's left in full circle. He briefly thought of a pattern of auburn and blond haired boys sitting in the circular table.
"Ah, yes, he was quiet when he was younger if my memory is correct." Mu said, recognizing the pair. "I see you guys already ordered."
"If you would like, you can order –" Light was cut off by an unexpected move from the younger blond.
"Here, you can have my cake. I don't have much of an appetite anymore. This should be enough for you, yeah?" Mello promptly pushed the plate towards Mu without waiting for an answer.
Both Light and Matt stared at the leather clad teen as if he grew an extra head. Replacing the crazed stare was a calm, almost charming expression across his young face. It would seem Mello had picked up some of Light's charisma in his acting skills. He would have pulled it off perfectly if not were the strange tone in his voice. One would have thought there was poison in that cake.
Mu didn't seem to be bothered, as he picked up a fork and began to eat. He blinked in surprise of the rich flavor.
"You sure you want me to have this? You're missing out on the best German chocolate cake I've ever tasted."
"If it pleases you, then go ahead and eat. You are our guest at the table, after all. You should have whatever you like." Mello answered with a plain shrug, his smile broadening.
The scent of blood was overpowering, and Light could have sworn his drink darken into a crimson shade in the corner of his eye. He looked down to see the normal light brown of coffee with cream.
"Thank you very much for your hospitality. So, how have been things going with you, Kyle? I heard you had helped in the capture of that madman who hunted down those poor girls." Mu had recognized the alias in the paper. The criminal that he mentioned had made the morning's headlines.
"Everything's been great, actually. For a while I thought I'd never reach this level in the criminal justice field. And yeah, that case took some time to crack, but I'm just grateful to have the guy apprehended and unlikely to walk away free." Light briefly eyed his coffee, unsure if he wanted to drink it or not.
"What about you? What have you been doing? You seem to have landed a successful job, with that kind of attire."
"I'm in the forensics field, working on tracking the money of suspected criminals of fraud or suspicious people who had taken up their victim's identity. I get paid well enough that, I now own a mansion."
Light blinked in surprise. Thus far, he had been paid handsomely for his efforts. But he was never one to shop around, unless it was for any clothes he needed. It seemed much has changed for Mu over the years if he bought a mansion. Years ago his roommate was too humble to even dream of owning one.
"Really? I've never thought you ever wanted a mansion. What's it like?" Curious, Light threw his best charming smile.
"It's a lovely mansion with the best view of Fuji. The gardens are the best one could ever dream of. I love to sit around in summer nights and relax as I stare out into the fair world. But recently, it has become a rather lonely existence. So I decided to take a vacation and explore the parts of the world I've always dreamed of visiting."
'Not only has he grown out of his humble personality, he's picked up a high class way of speaking. But something's not right, here. I can't place what it is, but I can't shake this feeling he's not telling me everything.'
Light did not wish to suspect Mu of anything, but his instincts of a detective have been cultivated and honed over the years. Thus far he had never been wrong, and for the first time the young man wished that he really was.
"By Fuji, do you mean Mount Fuji? Is it a modern mansion or a traditional Japanese style?"
At the questions, Mu merely laughed. He was only halfway done with the cake when he set the fork down and turned his full attention towards his younger roommate.
"How about this, why won't you come and see it for yourself? It has been too long since you've set foot in your home country, this way I can also have a hearty welcome of company. We can also properly catch up the years we lost. We can leave now, if you'd like."
Something about this invitation disturbed the brunette. As if to prove his gut was right, next to him Mello's stare hardened while Matt, who had been playing with his PSP, tensed.
"I don't know. It would be too sudden for me to leave work without notice. I also have to take care of my brother. I am all he has left, you know."
"Oh, your brother and his friend are more than welcome to come with you of course. The more the merrier, as they always say!" Mu heartily exclaimed, not at all brushed off by Light's nervousness.
"We'll have to think about it. When's the best convenient time for us to give you a call?" The invitation was tempting, but he wished to speak to L and see what he thinks of the entire situation.
"I'm afraid this is my last day in Germany. I'm leaving later this afternoon around seven."
"I'm sorry to say that's too soon for us. But if we're ever in Japan, I'll be sure to look you up."
"Oh, please, there's no need. Here, I can give you my business card. It has my address as well as my house and cell numbers." Mu reached for his wallet and pulled out a black business card with white letterings and designs over it.
Light accepted the handed card with care, not even glancing at the name to confirm the numbers or address.
"Thank you, I'm sure we can find the time to call and say we will be more than happy to visit."
"So long as it happens, I shall patiently wait for now. By the way, I'm curious, are you currently going out with someone? I don't mean to sound too impolite on such matters, but I'll gamble on this one chance." Mu eyed him as if he were some prize.
"What do you mean 'this one chance'?" The scent of blood nearly made him hyperventilate, but a rational part of his mind kept him calm on the outside.
"Well, in this chance of our meeting, I have to say I've never set eyes on anyone as handsome as you, old friend. It has made me wonder how I never noticed your charms when we were younger."
Now extremely disturbed, Light felt tempted to get up and walk away. He was about to answer when Mu reached for his chin, trapping him in an intense gaze.
"So, what will your answer be, Raito?"
At the mention of the name, horror seeped through his mask and was shown for the world to see.
"What's the matter? That is how to say your name, isn't it?"
Before Light could even scream, Mello ripped away Mu's hand and pulled the brunette closer to him.
"Get your filthy hands off of what is mine!"
Alarmed, Mu glared at the pair with a mix of disgust and disbelief.
"Are you two really a couple, or is this a bluff for you to protect each other?" The elder blond challenged.
Through his own angry glare, Mello grinned widely. Light could feel the teen accepting the challenge.
"You want proof? Well, this should be enough to convince you otherwise." Before the brunette could protest, Mello pulled him into a rough kiss. In complete shock Light opened his mouth to speak, only to be silenced by a foreign and yet skillful tongue that was not his own.
Since arguing was pointless, Light reluctantly closed his eyes and went along with whatever Mello was trying to prove. The teen tasted of dark chocolate, his favorite flavor among the numerous chocolates he had stashed around.
To Light's surprise, the kiss was full of passion. Mello was still rough, but the passion and lust he was pouring into their lip on lip action. The young man wondered where all of this was based on in the blond's head. All too soon Mello pulled away, leaving Light blushing darkly and a little out of breath.
"I didn't know you guys were a couple! How long has this been going on behind my back? When were you going to tell me anything?" Matt exclaimed, whether or not he believed that show or not wasn't easy to tell.
Mello only chuckled at his friend's frantic words and appearance. He was most delighted for finally pulled Light off of his pedestal in the most rewarding of ways.
"He's been too shy for any public affection. Too scared how everyone would think of him, I guess. But I suppose the cat's out of the bag, eh Kyle? How about we tell your old friend how we spend our nights together making lovely love?" Mello cooed at the last bit, before continuing in a darker tone.
"How I've always made you moan, beg, and scream in whatever surface I decide to fuck you on. Or how much of a closet masochist you are despite how you always want to be in control of everything. I love seeing you crumble under my ministrations, you know? And don't forget how kinky you are inside, just waiting to burst out of its shell."
"M–Mikhail!" Light whined, obviously embarrassed from the curious and horrified stares.
"What's the matter? Last time I checked you always loved the attention. In fact, you crave it like a man addicted to drugs, yeah?" The younger blond teased.
The brunette squirmed in his chair, uncomfortable with the choice of words. Light closed his eyes in hopes to hide the fact what Mello had said was true. Not the part of the pair doing anything the business of lovers, of course.
'Damn you, Mello! You stole my first kiss! And a French one at that! I'll kill you once we're safe at the hotel, you bastard!' Light cursed at the bizarre situation he had somehow been wrapped into.
"So, do you believe me now, about me and K?" Mello turned his attention back at their guest.
Mu raised an eyebrow above narrowed eyes. "K?"
"That's my nickname for him." Mello grinned, knowing full well Mu understood what he meant.
Threatening a letter under L's command would bring harsh punishment on anyone. A once orphan from Whammy's would be no exception to L's wrath. Mu took the threat seriously, for he announced his leave in a dark tone.
"Well, I see I have over welcomed my stay. I suppose I should be going, now."
The elder blond stood up from his seat. As he was leaving, he stopped and turned to his former roommate.
"Guard yourself well. I did not mean to threaten you with your nickname from our childhood days in Japan. I only wished to confirm if it were true. Since it has, I advise you to be extra careful from now on. There is someone out there who wishes to harm you. I am sorry I cannot say more."
And with that, Mu strolled out the door and disappeared into the street.
'He knows. He knows my real name. The only other person who knows is…but how and when did they come into contact with each other? What's going on?'
Confused and afraid, Light couldn't say a word to the other two. Against his better judgment he leaned close to Mello, who remained silent and Light took as a 'go ahead' gesture. The teen still had his arms around him, and Mello was there. He just happened to be close enough for Light to lean on someone, anyone.
For a few minutes they stayed like this. All three were quiet and tense, unsure what to do or think about what had just transpired. There was little to be done now, other than get up and call Watari. Once they come back to their current hotel, L must be informed about this incident.
All three came to the same conclusion, for they prepared to get up at the same time. Mello watched as Kin moved about like a robot, void of any emotions. The blond wondered how Kin's original name was known, but he knew now was the time to question. If he was reading the elder right, Kin was in shock.
Mello couldn't blame him, really. To know the true name, especially of a letter, will be a weapon to shut him down as an important and close ally of L. This was a rare and very sensitive predicament for them. And whoever was targeting Kinship, will most likely be going after everyone else he had been working with for the past several years.
'It has to be someone who once went to Whammy's. But who? The only one who went rogue was…'
They shuddered before they could finish such similar thoughts. The three hoped that what they suspect wasn't true.
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The drive back to the hotel was eerily silent. Watari grew concerned as the time passed with more silence. He was used to picking the three up in a bickering state, with Mello screaming at the top of his lungs and Kinship yelling back in defiance. Even Matt would speak, in his attempt to calm them down.
'Something must have happened. Whatever took place in that café, all three of them are frightened.' Watari came down to the grim conclusion. Seldom were these brave souls afraid of anything, let alone from the same source.
The boys remained quiet even as they arrived at their destination. As he led them into the hotel, Watari noticed how the boys seemed to be closer together as if following the general rule of prey safety in numbers. Watari's concern grew, and he quickly searched for a premade text in his phone for a situation like this and sent it. It wasn't an emergency, but more of a warning that there's something urgent that needs his full attention.
Upon entering Room 323, they were greeted with a concerned L and Near, who was currently arranging a circle around himself consisting of toy robots before the couch. L was sitting in the love seat, knees against his chest while his hands worked on adding more sugar to his tea.
"You sent a text, Watari. What has happened?" Not one to waste time, the detective went straight to the point.
"I am afraid I do not know myself. For it happened to the boys in the café I picked them up from." Was the honest answer an honest man could give.
Watari stepped aside for the boys to face L, who inspected them from head to toe.
"Well? Will someone care to answer my question?"
"There was a graduate of Whammy's at the café. He was an old friend of mine, actually. He warned us that someone out there is targeting me, and knows my real name. And if I am reading in between the lines, he told me that this person is hiding in Japan at the moment." Light was the first to come forward.
"Who was it who brought such grave news to you, and why isn't he here to explain all of this to me?" L pressed hard for answers.
"He's Music, or Mu for short. He said he had to leave and prepare for a plane out. He didn't say where he was going. He only said he was here on vacation and today was his last day."
"So it was your roommate. Someone you would trust. Did he mention what time his plane was leaving?"
Light nodded. "He said it was sometime around seven, local time I believe."
"What is the alias he gave you?"
"Frederick Herrmann. Blond, around my age and height, should have large amount of money to that name."
"Watari, please do a background check of Sir Herrmann. And while you're at it, look into today's flight schedules for that name or anyone who matches his description." L directed, before advising that Matt should help.
Both nodded at their instructions before getting to work on their computers. Although Watari's was perfectly capable to do this, Matt wanted to do what he does best and put his hacking skills to use.
As the computers were firing up, L returned to the boys with a frown.
"Did he say who was targeting you and why?"
"No."
"Did you ever reveal your true name to anyone else, if by accident?"
"No."
"Did you write your name down somewhere, and someone walked by and read it over your shoulder?"
"No."
"Did you tell your roommate? Perhaps in a dare, or he threatened you to tell him?"
"Ryuzaki! I took Watari's warning, and believe me what I say, I never told anyone my name!" Light shouted, losing patience and control over his emotions.
Before L could demand for a better answer, the distraught young man continued.
"There was only one person in the damn orphanage who knew my name! I didn't tell him, he only saw my face and knew instantly who I was! He whispered my name, saying it in the wrong language, but it was the same nonetheless. Why else did you think I had a nervous breakdown?"
All eyes were on Light, all but one ever truly believing what he said.
"…Beyond Birthday knew your name as soon as he saw you? I find this hard to believe." L spoke in a harsh, intimidating tone. "Do you realize how much danger you put everyone of us in?"
At the spoken name, Matt stopped what he was doing and stared at the two arguing figures. Even Watari was shocked from the revelation.
"I didn't do anything! Why won't you believe me? I'm telling the complete truth! I don't know how he knew, but he did say my name! Not my full name, he didn't bother whispering my surname." Light defended.
"Why would he mix up the language, then? If you are from Japan, then why would he pronounce your name differently?"
"The hell if I know! If I did, it would answer how he ever knew my name in the first place!"
"Are you sure Beyond was the only one who knew your name?"
"Yes! I never told anyone, he was the only one who ever confronted me with my name! I doubt he would have told Mu while he was in the orphanage, for B practically ignored me like the plague. What else did you want me to say, huh Ryuzaki? That I remained in contact with Mu, and told him my name, when I don't even know his?"
"And did you?" L countered.
"Of course not! Once he walked out the door, I never talked to him again. He saw me sitting with the boys at the café, and that was the first time I saw or spoke to him in years!"
"Enough! We're only going in circles right now. If you won't give me any straight answers, then I will have to send you someplace I choose and you would not have the ability to move out." L never wanted it to come down to this, but he had no choice but to throw the threat out on the table. If Kin wouldn't speak the truth then, it was inevitable to send the threat away before any of the boys were forced to be involved.
Beep beep.
Watari's laptop gave the sound of a new case that needed L's upmost attention. Butler Man briefly went over it before he spoke in a grave voice.
"Ryuzaki, you need to have a look at this case."
"Not now, Watari, I'm in the middle of something important."
"There is a victim lying dead in an airplane in Tokyo airport. If I am correct, the killer is B."
The entire room froze, hearts stopped beating for a few precious seconds before rapidly picking up speed. L's gaze remained on Kin for a moment longer before his eyes landed on Watari.
"What did he do this time, and how in the world did he escape?"
"I will look into how he escaped, but this should be proof that what K has reported is true. B brutally murdered a passenger during flight en route to Tokyo. The victim's family reported him missing, and when the flight crew began to search they found the body in the cargo area. There are several stab wounds to the chest, arms, and legs. The victim was identified only because the face remained unharmed by the onslaught."
"So, how does this connect with K's story?" L impatiently asked.
"Above the body on the wall of the plane, B wrote in kanji, 'Catch me if you can Light Yagami, son of former Chief Detective Soichiro Yagami of the NPA'. He wrote this challenge with what is most likely the victim's blood." Watari informed.
As soon as Butler Man finished speaking Light fell to his knees, hands gripping his hair as he screamed bloody murder.
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Death: Aaaahhhhhhhh~ Finally the good stuff is about to happen! I've been waiting forever to get to this point.
Um. Please don't kill me over he Mello/Light kiss. I've been a closet fan of that pairing, but was never brave enough to announce it. So I decided to mess with you guys and tested the waters, as they say. I swear to Kira that from now on the only person Light will be getting any kissing from is L.
Now would you kindly please click the lovely love review button and scream just as Light did due to the dark twist of fate I casted upon him!