Crossover With Non-anime Series Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Of Gods and Men ❯ Chapter 4

I like Team Kira. I hate Near. Near will not be showing up in the Wizarding World, though he may appear later in the fanfic. I haven't decided yet.

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Chapter 4

 

Ryuk rasped out driving directions to the Japanese Task Force's headquarters, and moments later, Mikami pulled up in front of the door.

I'll have to get Light. Doubt the others would appreciate your presence.

“You're being oddly helpful, Ryuk.” Mikami said quietly. Lupin blinked, but saw nothing.

Was the man talking to himself? He sighed, cast a quick translation charm, and waited. Minutes later, a younger man, dressed sharply in a dark suit, came walking out.

“Is this your friend?” Lupin asked, now in Japanese.

Mikami nodded.

Light got in the car, narrowed his eyes at Lupin, but said nothing. Moments later, all three of them vanished.

 

They reappeared in front of a small, grimy-looking street. Mikami wrinkled his nose, while Light glanced around. It was obviously not Japan - the air was chillier than it ought to have been, and the gray-haired young man smiled.

“I'm sorry about this.” He said. “We would not have brought you here under anything less than extreme circumstances.”

Mikami's eyes narrowed, seeing two grimy buildings, one marked with the number eleven, and the other with thirteen.

“Welcome to number twelve, Grimmaud place.”

Light tensed slightly as, before his eyes, a building seemed to rise out of the ground. So. This was more magic. Aside from a few shallow breaths, he seemed unaffected, and the man politely ushered them inside.

They walked down a hallway decorated with gruesome furnishings that Light did not care to ponder, before reaching what seemed to be a passable sitting room.

 

There were two more men waiting for them inside, a tall man wearing fantastically blue robes, embroidered in mystical constellations, with twinkling blue eyes, a long white moustache, and a very crooked nose. Standing next to him, very stiffly, was a sallow-skinned, hook-nosed, greasy-haired man who glared at them both venomously.

“Ah, Our guests.” The robed man said, standing. “Welcome. I am Albus Dumbledore.”

“Headmaster, this is most irregular-.”

“Severus, they were directly targeted by Voldemort. We cannot just leave them to die.”

Mikami felt something angry begin to grow inside of him, but ignored it. Albus Dumbledore certainly had a very long name, but he memorized it quickly for future reference, as well as that of the sour-faced Snape.

He had managed to grab his briefcase, with his laptop and Death Note, before leaving Misa's apartment with Lupin. He was not looking forwards to being caught defenseless again.

The black-haired man gave a curt nod of acknowledgement. “Well, you have the Veritaserum you needed, Headmaster. I will be going now. I still have essays to grade.”

With a pop, he vanished, leaving them alone.

“Headmaster?” Now Lupin was speaking. “Should I leave?”

“Ah… yes. Remus. I will call you if I need anything. Oh. Do tell Molly to whip up something - our guests may be hungry.”

Remus nodded and exited the room, leaving Light and Mikami.

 

“Please, sit.” Dumbledore instructed. A flick of the stick - wand - in his hand produced a comfortable couch, upholstered in a hideous cabbage-print pattern. Light and Mikami both sat, as the man smiled.

“Tea?”

“No.” Light said. “No need to dispense with the pleasantries - Dumbledore-san, is it?”

“We appreciate your assistance.” Mikami said, in slightly accented English. “However, some answers would be nice.”

The old man nodded, adjusted his spectacles, and leaned forwards. Mikami felt rage surge within his body as those twinkling eyes met his, as his eyes flashed an angry, Shinigami red, though he knew not why at first.

Oho! Well, well. Ryuk cackled. So the old man's… very powerful.

Light slipped a hand to rest over Mikami's, trying to calm him. Dumbledore reeled back for a moment, before Mikami's eyes returned to their normal brown.

 

“What did you just do?” The prosecutor hissed.

The powerful wizard actually looked shaken. “I…”

“I don't appreciate people trying to pry into my head. That was painful.”

Light caught himself, bit down on the gasp before it emerged. This old man was a mind reader? If so, he was a dangerous opponent indeed…

 

“I…” Dumbledore actually looked shaken. How? How had someone shaken off his Leglimens so easily?

And what was that aura? It was nothing he had seen before, but…

For a split second, he had been eerily reminded of Voldemort. No, that was impossible. This was just a disturbed young man who had been targeted by Death Eaters.

There was no reason to antagonize him.

 

“What is a Squib?”

“I beg pardon?” The wizard asked, adjusting his spectacles. He unwrapped a lemon sherbet, sucking on it slowly as he attempted to gather his thoughts.

“One of the people at the Japanese Ministry said I was a Squib.” Mikami said.

“Oh…” That would explain why they had not Obliviated him. “Well, a Squib is a person born to magical parents, who inherits no magic.”

Mikami did not look satisfied with the explanation, but nodded.

So he had no magic talent?

He could not - would not - believe that. If he could learn magic for the sake of Kira, he would, names and titles be damned!

 

“About these… Death Eaters that are following us.” Light said. “Do you know why?”

“Truthfully, my dear boy, no.”

Light was certainly not pleased at being called anyone's dear boy, but he kept his peace. “Are you certain?”

“There is much I can tell you, but it will take time…”

“Then speak.” Light snapped. “For we have time now.”

Dumbledore sighed, and began.

 

End Chapter

Started 7/11/07

Completed 7/12/07

I am quite sure that no one who was in his or her right mind would call Light a `dear boy'. *Cough*

I apologize for Dumbledore possibly being OOC…

Amazon.com is backed up, so no I have NOT read Book 7 of Harry Potter. Please do not spoil me.