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Light Yagami stared out the window into the courtyard of Daikoku Private Academy. His eyes were glazed in boredom as he listened to his English Literature teacher drone on about Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World . Light followed along with the back of his mind, hardly interested in the material.
His focus shifted to his peers. Yamamoto was staring dead-eyed at the clock, Nakamura was diligently taking notes, Tanaka had her earbuds in and was doodling in the margins of her book, Akahoshi was also staring out the window, watching the clouds lazily drift by. Light sighed softly and closed his eyes only to snap them open when he heard his teacher’s dull voice call his name.
“Yagami, are you still with us? Can you please read the passage in English?”
“Yes, sir.” Light stood.
“Stability isn’t nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.”
He finished Mond’s quote and sat back down in his seat. He hadn’t liked reading Brave New World . It was meant to be a commentary on stability, consumerism, technology, etc. but Light found himself mind numbingly bored. Maybe at one point in his life a book like this might have excited him, and been stimulating enough to be a distraction; but now he was too depressed to care.
The irony was not lost on him. At it's core, Brave New World was about a society in which people never had to suffer. One in which drugs and distractions had stripped away any sense of humanity. And yet here Light was, fighting the urge to throw himself out the window and onto the concrete walkway forty feet below.
Nobu Akahoshi (赤星 信) on the other hand, wasn’t even half listening to the teacher's dull droning. He hadn’t read a single word of Brave New World and he was perfectly content with that fact. The only reason he even showed up at school anymore was because he knew his mother would be devastated if he dropped out.
So he stayed.
Even though school fucking sucked.
He wasn't really struggling; he wasn't stupid, he just hated school. He hated his teachers, his classmates, he hated everyone and everything.
...No, that wasn’t quite true. There was only one person Nobu truly hated and it was his father.
Yoshio Akahoshi, according to Nobu at least, was a lazy, no-good, son of a bitch. He never told Nobu’s mother that he was involved in an exceptionally violent underground crime syndicate. When Nobu was six, their home was raided and his father was arrested for heading an international smuggling ring dealing in firearms, drugs, and human trafficking. Yoshio refused to come quietly and was shot twice before being taken into custody. Nobu’s mother was forever traumatized by the incident. While awaiting trial, Yoshio escaped the high security prison he was being held in and disappeared into the Japanese countryside. No one had seen or heard from him since.
Nobu would never forgive him.
It didn’t matter that he wasn’t paying attention in class anyway, he could bullshit his way through an A- paper after skimming the book a few times and be done with it. His mom didn’t care what grades he made as long as he was ‘trying his best’.
Truthfully, if Nobu really did ‘try his best’ he could probably be top of the class. He might even be on the same level as that smartass Yagami. But it was all so pointless. Why should he care about some stupid book about a dystopian nightmare?
Nobu remembered when he was little, he used to be pretty close friends with Yagami. They had grown up in the same neighborhood and often spent time at each other's houses… That was until Light’s father, Soichiro Yagami was the one to head the raid on Nobu’s childhood home and arrest Yoshio. As much as Nobu hated his father, he still wasn’t able to look either of the Yagamis in the eyes after that night.
He knew he couldn’t hate Soichiro for doing his job and he couldn’t hate Light for being his son. But he still couldn’t stand to look at either of them without being reminded of what had happened.
That afternoon, Nobu walked home alone. He was staring at the sky, wondering what his mother might make for dinner when he felt something soft and leathery land on his head. He looked around and saw that the object, a small black notebook, had fallen into the grass.
How odd...
That evening, Light sat down on the edge of his bed and turned the T.V on. He might as well catch up on the news before he had to go to cram school.
“The same assailant who attacked six people at a busy shopping district in Shinjuku yesterday has struck again, taking eight people hostage at this daycare center. His captives include both children and teachers. The police have now identified the suspect as 42 year old Kuroh Otoharada, currently unemployed. We expect negotiations to begin immediately.”
Light sighed, this world is such a broken mess. He reached to turn the T.V off when…
“Wait! We’re seeing something, it looks like movement at the front entrance!”
Light stopped, watching with rapt attention now.
“The hostages are coming out. And they all look to be unharmed! The special forces are taking action, they’re moving in! We don’t know if the suspect’s been arrested... Huh?...Yes? OK, we now have confirmation. The suspect has been found dead inside. I repeat, the suspect is now dead!”
Light sighed, none of the children or teachers were hurt. Traumatized forever, maybe, but not injured... He let the broadcast drone on in the background for a moment as he put on his socks.
“According to the hostages, the suspect just suddenly collapsed.”
‘Collapsed? ’ the word stuck out from the monotone of the news cast. They said the suspect was only 42, it seemed odd. Light thought back to the photo, remembering the man’s sunken cheeks and wild, bloodshot eyes. Maybe the stress of the police surrounding the building? Maybe he was on drugs? both were possible.
“Light!” His mother called up the stairs, breaking him from his musings. “It’s six thirty. Don’t you have cram school tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ll be right down.” He called back as he fixed his hair.
How odd…
Nobu stared at the T.V, shocked.
So it’s real… no… this could be a coincidence. I need to test it again.
But who should he test it on? He wondered as he walked towards the cram school.
He had his answer less than an hour later. Sudou…
Sudou, according to his parents, was a perfect little angel. According to everyone else Sudou had ever come into contact with, he was a demon who had crawled his way out of the darkest pits of hell.
Nobu had no idea why Sudou even went to cram school, it’s not like he paid attention. Nobu would give just about anything to punch him directly in his stupid, smug face.
It was settled then. When he got home that night, he would kill Sudou. Though… it would be best if he didn’t kill him with a heart attack. It would be suspicious if a healthy teenager suddenly died of a heart attack, it may even be traced back to him. How do Death Note heart attacks even show up on an autopsy anyway? No, Nobu knew he would need to make it look like an accident… He and Sudou took the same route home, they both stood on the same subway platform...
Ugh, what an awful way to die. Nobu thought, barely suppressing a shutter. Still, that would be the best way to make it look like an accident. Sudou would be going home later than usual because he was going to the arcade with his troglodyte friends anyway… The train would probably kill him instantly. And it would definitely be on local news the next day. Quick results, an almost instant death, a nuisance gone from his life… It was almost perfect.
He thought back to the rules outlined in the Death Note. One of them was that you could control the details of the death. Maybe he could make this accident more believable by specifying that Sudou was drunk at the time? He knew Sudou drank sometimes, but was he stupid enough to go home reeling? That might make it uncharacteristic... Still, it would be more believable for a drunk teenager to stumble into the path of an oncoming train than a sober one.
But was he really going to do this? Was he really going to kill one of his classmates? Sudou hadn’t really done anything wrong except for... being an asshole. As Nobu continued to ponder it, he thought about the life Sudou was likely to lead.
People like Sudou don’t go on to benefit the world, he thought. People like him continue to make everyone around them miserable through self-serving means until the day they die. He’s too stupid to subtly manipulate people, he would be bored by a traditional job. He would eventually end up like Otoharada. He would end up like-
He refused to finish that thought.
The next day was Sunday, so Light let himself sleep in for once. It was 9:30 by the time he finally rolled out of bed and got dressed.
He walked downstairs yawning and stretching his arms. He could hear the T.V on in the living room as he grabbed an orange and joined his sister at the table.
“We have confirmed reports that a teenager was struck by a train and killed last night at this subway station in Shibuya. Witnesses say the young man was intoxicated and stumbled onto the tracks as the 10:30 train pulled into the station. He has been identified as 17 year old Sudou Sato.”
Light stared in shock, dropping his half peeled orange on the table as a school picture of Sudou stared back at him.
“Sudou Sato…” Sayu said, staring at the T.V. “Wasn’t he in your class?”
“Yeah, he was...” Light abscently wiped the dripped milk up with a napkin. “I saw him at cram school that night…” He felt the strangest feeling in his gut, like getting hit with a baseball bat.
“...are you okay, Light?” Sayu asked, reaching across the table to grab his wrist.
“Yeah, just a little shocked is all.” Light said, “I wasn’t really close to him, he was kind of a dick to be honest… it’s just kind of shocking that he’s dead.”
“Yeah…” Sayu was quiet for a moment, she then stood up and walked around the table to hug him.
“I’m okay, Sayu.” He assured her, patting her back awkwardly.
“I know, it’s just… that could have been you.” her voice was soft.
He brought his arms up to hug her gently. He realized this was likely the first time his sister had seen someone close to their age die, he realized, of course she would be scared. Light himself was deeply unsettled, though it was still numbed under the layers of shock and disbelief. He felt Sayu’s fingers press to the pulse point on his neck and he let her assure herself that he was still alive.
“It’s been five days now, I better get going.”
“What for? The whole world looks like this, not like you can go sightseeing.”
“I know. I dropped my Death Note.”
“Wait a minute, didn’t you already trick the old man and get a second one? Don’t tell me you lost both of them.”
“You must have some idea where you dropped it.”
“Yeah. The Human World.”
Nobu got home later than usual that night and his mom was waiting for him.
“There you are, honey.” She smiled, “I know you’ve been staying up late studying for those exams, so I made your favorite."
Nobu couldn’t help but smile back. His mother was an angel. “Thanks Mom, it smells delicious.”
As they ate, he could tell his mother was dying to see his exam results but wanted to wait until after he had eaten. He sighed and put her out of her misery by sliding the folder across the table.
She excitedly ripped it open “The 90th percentile! That’s my son!” she said proudly.
Nobu couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. Truthfully, he knew he could have done better if he had actually tried. Towards the end of the exam he had stopped reading the questions entirely and just picked random answers to get it over with faster.
“I’m so proud of you, honey.” She grinned and put his test results out of the way. He wouldn't be surprised if she put them on the fridge later. She still did little things like that, even though he was almost a grown man.
“Thanks, Mom.” he gave her a small but genuine smile.
After dinner, he went down the hall to his room and his mother left to check on their elderly neighbor on the other side of the apartment building. Nobu locked his door, took the locked box out from under his bed and opened it, taking out the beautiful black leather book. The Death Note. He grinned softly to himself. Pages upon pages were already filled with names.
Then he heard a raspy voice behind him “You’ve taken quite the liking to it.”
Nobu turned and in the dull lamplight he saw…
He honestly didn’t know what he saw. It was tall and humanoid, with unnaturally broad shoulders and a slim waist. It had deathly white skin, bulbous yellow and red eyes and dark blue lips that were curled into a cruel looking smile. Razor sharp, yellowed teeth of various lengths were on full display. It’s hands had long, gnarled claws.
Of course, Nobu didn’t have time to take in all of these details as he fell backwards off his bed screaming.
“No reason to act surprised.” The creature spoke. “I am the Shinigami Ryuk. That used to be my notebook. Based on that face you made, you’ve already figured out what this notebook is and what it can do.”
Nobu felt sweat bead down his back, he stood on shaky legs. “A god of death? I can’t say this comes as a surprise. I’ve been wondering when something like this would happen.”
“Oh?” The creature sounded surprised as he regarded the human in front of him.
“You're right, it didn't take long for me to figure out that this death note is real, and exactly how to use it. I've been waiting for you to show up, Ryuk.” Nobu’s body was tense, ready for a fight.
“You’re quite interesting.” Ryuk said “I certainly wasn’t expecting this. Several Death Notes have fallen into this world over the course of human history, but you are the first to write this many names. It’s only been five days, most people are a little more hesitant.”
Nobu regarded Ryuk. It was difficult to read the shinigami. His features seemed to be set in the same permanent, grotesque grin.
“So, now that you’re here, Ryuk.” Nobu’s voice sounded calm, but trembled with suppressed fear and rage. “What are you going to do? Take my soul?”
“What? Is that some kind of human fantasy? I’m not going to do anything to you.”
Nobu stared at him, thrown off guard. He had been fully prepared to go down fighting, he had even started carrying a knife for this exact reason.
Ryuk went on, “The notebook becomes part of the human world the moment it touches the ground. In other words, it’s yours now.”
“What?”
“If you don’t want it, you can give it to someone else. If you did that, I’d have to erase all your memories of the Death Note.”
Nobu was silent for a moment. “I see… where is the catch?”
“All I can say.” Ryuk stared at him “Is that you will feel the fear and pain only known to humans who have used the Death Note. When it’s time for you to die, it will be my job to write your name in my Death Note. You should know that humans who have used the Death Note can go to neither heaven nor hell for eternity.” He chuckled menacingly. "Just a little something to look forward to when you die."
“...That’s it?” Nobu asked skeptically. “That’s all? For all this power the only price is fear, pain, and not knowing my eternal destiny? I already had all of that, Ryuk.” He let out a bitter laugh “The least you could have done was raise the stakes.”
What a wonderfully interesting human. Ryuk was delighted.
“I’m curious.” Ryuk said, regarding his human “You’ve written so many names, but you only wrote the cause of death for that one kid. Why?”
“Well, if you don’t write the cause of death, they die of a heart attack.” Nobu sat down on the edge of his bed thumbing through the death note. “I’ve already started writing down the names of the worst criminals in the world. If I’m also going to kill people in my personal life I need to make sure their deaths can’t be linked back to me.”
“And what’s the point of killing criminals? Why do you care so much?”
Nobu shook his head and sighed.
“A life of crime is what took my father from me. His stupidity, his choices, he tore our family apart. My mother has never been the same and I can never forgive him for that. I can’t forgive him and I can’t forgive the system that allowed him to live, that allowed him to escape after all the damage he caused. This world is a monster! It takes good, honest people and breaks them down until they’re unrecognizable! It takes beauty and crushes it until there’s nothing but pain left!” Nobu was shouting now, his voice rising with passion. He gestured wildly with his arms as he spoke, his eyes wide and crazed.
“I can’t allow a world like this to continue unchecked! I have the power to change things now, I’d be doing the world a disservice if I didn’t use it! I won’t allow monsters like my father to continue to live. Not when they put good, innocent peoples lives at risk. If I destroy all of the monsters that have ruined this world, then maybe it can begin to heal…"
“Wouldn’t that make you the only monster left?” Ryuk stared at the human in front of him.
“Then the last person I kill will be myself.” Nobu shrugged. “Who cares.”
How absolutely fascinating...
Light knew something weird was going on. It didn’t take a genius to figure that much out. Over the past week, there had been a sudden, disturbing increase in heart attack deaths in criminals. All across the world, even young and healthy criminals were dropping dead of sudden unexplainable heart attacks. At first, he had only noticed it because of a few news stories “Convicted serial murderer dies of heart attack” "Convicted rapist dies of heart attack" “Murder suspect dies of heart attack” “Escaped convict found dead of heart attack.” All in the past week? It was weird. All of them were guilty of serious crimes, and they had somehow dropped dead almost simultaneously at opposite ends of the world. He thought about the hostage situation he had seen on the news the week before, the man had suddenly dropped dead when he was only 42. Light had looked up the incident online later and found out the cause of death was a sudden unexplained heart attack. It certainly sounded like it could be related, but it didn’t quite match. Holding hostages was a serious offense, but it wasn’t nearly on the same level as most of the other criminals who had had heart attacks.
He ran through the possibilities in his head. Poison? Disease? Neither were particularly likely. In either case there should be people who had survived on pure dumb luck.
It would be nearly impossible for a disease to kill 100% of the infected population. And a disease wouldn’t just be killing hardened criminals, it would have spread to the general public by now.
Poison would impact different peoples bodies differently depending on things like their general health, their size, age, the dose they were given. There should also be some traces of it left behind in the bodies. Granted, Light didn’t have access to autopsy or toxicology reports, so there was no way to confirm that. He was still sure some nosy reporter would have gotten their hands on at least one by now.
Light wasn’t the only one who noticed this string of deaths. At school, he had heard whisperings of ‘Kira’ taken from the English word ‘killer’. It was popping up all over forums online, the idea that this was some sort of vengeful god or righteous vigilante.
He had a hard time believing this was the work of just one person. If these criminals were being murdered, it was likely an organized effort. Even so… it didn’t make sense.
For the first time in years, Light had something to think about. He almost felt alive again.
As the rest of the week passed, Nobu learned more about Ryuk and the Death Note.
Ryuk was bound to haunt anyone who owned his death note until they either died or the death note was destroyed. Ryuk couldn’t be seen or heard by anyone who hadn’t touched the Death Note, he also couldn’t die the same way a human could. If someone stabbed him or shot at him, the knife or bullets would just faze right through him.
For lack of a better word, Ryuk was annoying. He would pester Nobu for attention when they were in public, he would beg him for apples on the way home, and he really didn’t understand why Nobu was putting so much time and effort into cleaning up the world. It had also taken an entire week after his appearance for Ryuk to mention the shinigami eye deal. Nobu hadn’t accepted, half of his lifespan was way too much.
“You know, Ryuk.” Nobu said under his breath as they walked toward the subway station “I think you might find today a little more interesting.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Because I have something special planned for tonight.”
“Well, aren’t you going to let me in on the details?”
“No, not yet. You’ll have to wait and see.”
Matsuda had never been to an ICPO meeting before. He hadn’t been sure of what to expect, but he knew that this wasn’t exactly standard protocol. They had been called urgently at the last minute to discuss the heart attacks.
There had already been fifty two deaths in just a week. And those were just the people they had been able to find, there could certainly be other deaths that had gone unnoticed. It was strange, Matsuda had never even heard of a case like this one before.
He turned and saw Chief Yagami sitting down beside him “Oh, Good morning, Chief. They started the meeting without you.”
“That’s fine. I had to take an urgent call." Chief Yagami looked tired, this sudden development had all of them stressed.
The room erupted into an argument soon after. Accusations were thrown, people speculated, it was clear that they had nothing to go on.
“If that’s the case, it looks like we have no choice but to bring in L.” A hush fell over the room.
Matusda frowned “L...” During his training he had read about the cases solved by the mysterious L. Most were solved between a few months and a few weeks. Matsuda knew that if they were considering contracting L, things were worse than he had anticipated.
“But I’ve heard that L is extremely arrogant. He’ll only take on cases that personally interest him.” one man said angrily.
“Exactly, and we don’t even have a way to get into contact with him.” Another replied.
“L is already on the move.” said a firm voice from the front of the room. A man wearing a long black trench coat with a hat pulled down to shadow his face walked to the front of the room.
Matsuda stared ‘This is so weird.'
“Gentlemen, L has already begun his investigation into these incidents.” The man said standing in front of them shrouded in shadow.
“Chief, who is that?” Matsuda asked under his breath.
“That man is the only one who can contact L. We call him Watari, no one knows his true identity either.”
Matsuda watched as the man opened a laptop, an elaborate letter L appeared on the projector screen and a distorted voice addressed them all.
“Greetings to all of you at the ICPO. I am L.”
You could cut the tension with a knife.
“The difficulty of this case lies in its unprecedented scope. And make no mistake. We are witnessing an atrocious act of mass murder, one that is unforgivable. This case cannot be solved without the full cooperation of the ICPO. That is all of the police organizations you represent throughout the world. You need to make the decision to fully support the investigation at this meeting.”
Matsuda was staring at the screen, trying hard to process what he was hearing.
“I require additional cooperation from Japan’s National Police Agency.” Those words hit Matsuda like a slap in the face, he stood up alongside the chief.
Chief Yagami asked the question on his mind “Why Japan?”
Matsuda listened as L went on to explain that he believed the murderer was in Japan, that he wanted to directly confront them, and that he intended to set up his headquarters in Japan.
Matsuda could feel his hands shaking ever so slightly when the meeting let out an hour later. He had an awful gut feeling he had just walked into a situation he might never walk out of.
Nobu sighed and shut his laptop. “I don’t know what I expected, but that was just disappointing.”
“What do you mean?” Ryuk asked, crunching on an apple.
“You would think that hacking into the NPA’s secure servers would be harder than that, and I didn’t even find anything.” Nobu groaned, frustrated.
“Find anything?” Ryuk repeated “It hasn’t been very long, maybe they haven’t noticed anything yet.”
“No, they’ve definitely noticed.” He sighed, wiping all the police data from his computer and switching over to a news outlet to find more criminals. “They had a file on Kira, they just haven’t found anything substantial yet. Hopefully they will soon, because I have a plan.”
Nobu looked at the family photo he kept on his desk. His mother holding him as a baby, his father with his arm around her waist. Years ago, Nobu had torn his father’s face from the photograph.
It made a sad sight now. His smiling mother, holding a sleeping baby Nobu. Half of a torso and and an arm around her waist were the only reminders of the man who had destroyed their lives. Ripped their peace apart.
Nobu turned the photograph so it was face down on his desk. He couldn’t stand to look at it any longer.
Light was watching T.V with his sister. His father was working late, and his mother was at her book club. Light wasn’t really interested in the program, but Sayu liked to watch it, so he humored her while he took a break from homework.
About halfway through, it was interrupted. An announcer in a frantic looking office appeared on screen. “We’d like to apologize for the interruption. As of now, we’re bringing you a live world wide broadcast from Interpol’s ICPO.”
“Awww…” Sayu groaned “why couldn’t they have scheduled this for just half an hour later?”
Light sat up, interested. It cut to a young man with shoulder length black hair in a suit sitting at a desk. The name placard in front of him read Lind L. Tailor.
“I head up an international police task force which includes all member nations. I am Lind L. Tailor, otherwise known as L.” The man said, his voice steely.
Light stared, shocked. What the fuck? ...Why? L has stayed in the shadows for so long, why would he show his face now? It doesn’t make any sense… unless…
“Criminals around the world are being murdered by a serial killer. I consider this crime to be one of the most atrocious acts of mass murder in history-”
Light frowned. L is notorious for his arrogance, but a stunt like this-
Before he could even finish the thought, Light watched in horror as Lind L. Tailor gasped, clutched at his chest and collapsed on the desk. Sayu let out a terrified squeak and hid her face in her hands. Light wrapped his arm around her, rubbing her back as she trembled.
Suddenly, the screen changed again, a white background with an elaborate black L.
“I… had to test this just in case but I-I never thought it would actually happen.” Said the distorted voice. “Kira. It seems you can kill people without having to be there in person. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t just witnessed it.”
Light stared at the screen, stunned.
Sayu peeked out from her fingertips “huh?”
“Listen to me, Kira. If you did indeed kill Lind L. Tailor, the man you just saw die on television, I should tell you he was an inmate whose execution was scheduled for today. That was not me.”
Light sat up, intrigued. Sayu wiped her eyes and watched.
“He was arrested in absolute secrecy, so you wouldn’t have heard about him on T.V or through the internet. It appears even you don’t have access to that sort of information. But I assure you, L is real. I do exist. Now, try to kill me !”
Sayu hid her face again, Light led her to the kitchen so she wouldn’t have to see anymore of the broadcast.
“Easy, Sayu.” He said, helping her sit at the kitchen table.
“I’m... I’m okay. Just a little frazzled.” She wiped her eyes and gave him a shaky smile.
They could both still hear L’s taunts from the T.V in the living room.
“Maybe no more T.V tonight.” Light said, softly.
“No! I want to see how it ends.” Sayu’s voice was firm. “I have to know. What if this Kira gets to Dad? We need to know everything we can about him.”
Light sighed and they continued to watch.
“What’s the matter, can’t you do it? Well, Kira, it seems that you can’t kill me after all. So there are some people you can’t kill. You’ve given me a useful hint. I should return the favor, I believe you’ll find this interesting. Although this was announced as a worldwide broadcast, the truth is it’s only being broadcast in the Kanto region of Japan. The plan was to broadcast around the world until we pinned down your location, but that will no longer be necessary. I now know where you are.”
Light felt himself grow a little pale. Kira was in the Kanto region? He frantically grabbed a napkin and a pen to take notes.
That hostage situation in Shinjuku…
“The police treated your first killing as an unrelated incident, but, in actuality, the first of your victims was a suspect in Shinjuku. Of all the criminals that have recently died of heart attacks, this one’s crime was by far the least serious. Furthermore his crime was only ever reported inside Japan. I used that information to deduce this much. You are in Japan. And your first victim was little more than an experiment, which means that you haven’t been killing for very long. We decided to broadcast in Kanto first because of its large population, and luckily we found you. To be completely honest with you, I never expected that things would go this well, but it won’t be too long now before I’m able to sentence you to death.”
The warbled voice continued “Naturally I’m very interested to know how you are able to commit these murders without being present, but I don’t mind waiting a little bit longer. You can answer all of my questions when I catch you. Let’s meet again soon, Kira.”
Light stared at the screen as it cut to static, his sister was watching him with wide terrified eyes.
He looked down at the notes he had scrawled on the napkin.
'Kanto region - shinjuku hostages? Yes -> experiment.
Testing murder weapon? How? Poison? One of the teachers being held hostage? -> get autopsy report 1st victim.'
He continued to scribble down more notes
'Kira is impulsive -> killed Tailor almost immediately. Willing to kill more than just criminals.
Unable to kill real L. Cannot kill without identity.'
Sayu grabbed his hand to stop him, he didn’t realize how shaky he was until she did. “Light, stop. You’re thinking too much and too fast.”
He took a deep, shaky breath and put the pen down. “You’re right…” They sat in silence for a moment “You know, Mom is probably having an aneurysm over this right now. How about we make dinner so she doesn’t have to worry about it when she gets home?”
Cooking would settle his nerves. A nice, mindless task for his hands to work on while his brain mulled over what he had just seen and all the implications that lay with it.
Sayu was right, he was thinking too fast.
Only three city blocks away, Nobu Akahoshi was screaming in rage.