Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Sent to Make it Right ❯ Prologue

A/N: It's a little scattered in this ch. but later the next one will be much more focused, um…more smooth I guess… I dunno…but yeah, sry…

 

 

 

“Hmm…?” an elderly man stopped in his stride to look at a child staring out into the world from a filthy alley. The kid's eyes were blank making the beautiful brown eyes dull and lifeless like. The child's solemn expression, that adorned the slightly feminine features, made the child look much older and intimidating. The child paid no attention to what went on around it, which was evident as a wind whipped through the filthy alley, making the child's brown hair dance in the air. The child wore dirty worn clothes and looked so familiar to the elderly man. His instinct told him to take the child away from the cold dirty alley, but he forced himself to continue on. L got rather annoyed when he didn't have his sweets while he worked, and the elderly man was carrying the detective's daily sweets at the moment. It was when the man came back to the hotel room that he realized why the child looked so familiar. His stomach knotted and he felt dread set into him…was the child some forewarning sign of what news had awaited him when he came back into the investigation room?

 

The child looked much like the late Yagami Raito, just much, much younger and perhaps slightly more delicate looking.

 

~8*8~

 

It came as a shock to the investigation team, Yagami Raito had not come back from school the pervious day, and was reported dead just minutes before Watari came back with the sweets he had been sent to get. The hotel room was deathly silent as everyone mourned the tragic event. Yagami Soichiro was pale and frozen in disbelief. The coroner had not yet determined how the teen had died but it was obvious something gruesome had happened and that the boy ended up in a water channel washing away some possibly important evidence. The team was waiting for the report, Matsuda shaking as silent tears rolled down his face. L could not think, he lost his main suspect; he had been positive that it was Yagami Raito who was Kira, but now the boy was dead. I-it just couldn't be possible. He felt horrible, his stomach was twisted in all sorts of different directions and a lump was clogging his throat. He was unable to drink his tea or eat anything. He was frozen much like Yagami-san was. With morbid interest L wonder how the man had not yet started to bawl, to break down. Was it merely the shock that kept the man from sobbing, from falling to the ground and shouting to the heavens about how unjust this was? Watari looked ready to be sick, L would have cocked his head to the side and given the elderly man a questioning look but was unable to move.

 

It was a very grave day for the investigation team and it halted the team's progress. It was pointless now to continue surveillance on the Yagami residence, there was no one left there to suspect. It was clear Sayu would never be able to pull off what Kira had started; it was much more likely that her brother would have been behind it. It was wrong, how would they ever know… Would anyone know what would have become of such a brilliant teenager? Would Yagami-kun's death seal his innocence or damn him as Kira? It seemed unlikely the later would happen now. He was too young…this wasn't right, but…this happened all the time, didn't it? Teenagers dying, dying before their time, before anything could be done… L shouldn't feel this way; it happens…it happens… `But if it does then why does this bother me so much…?'

 

 

The coroner had finally called back, and his report was not…not expected. L could see what happened from the lengthy description of the condition the corpse was in. A deep gash was present in the body's forehead, and pieces of building had managed to stay lodged in the wound. It most likely occurred after having his head rammed into the corner of a building. The body had many bruises along the torso and arms some where found along the victim's legs as well, but the most prominent and sickening bruises were on the hips and thighs. There was physical evidence that someone had forced entry into Raito before he died, though no traces of semen were found which led them to believe the channel may have carried that evidence away. The victim's head looked as though it had been smashed repeatedly into a wall or the ground to make the victim fight less as he was being raped. Cuts were scattered all over the corpse, glass stuck from some making L believe this took place in some alley where broken glass lay strewn across the ground. Some cuts though looked as though they were made by a knife and a rusty one at that (rust was found in those wounds). Yagami Raito most likely bleed to death, though how he ended up in a water channel remained a mystery. For now L assumed that the attacker had dumped the dying teen in the channel.

 

It was a very grave day indeed for the investigation team. L sent Chief Yagami away, telling him to stay home with his family.

 

It seems as though this was also a case L would have to take upon himself to solve. How peculiar it was, the police had found the scene of the rape/murder (hours later), it was thirty minutes from the channel, but they couldn't find much evidence. The coroner had determined the time of death was approximately five o'clock the previous night. Unfortunately it had rained around midnight and most of the evidence from the crime scene had been washed away, but the police found traces of blood on the corner of a building, and found a bloody rusty knife lying abandoned in a shelter of trashcans and their lids. The blood matched Yagami-kun's blood, but they could not find any fingerprints.

 

Was this a planned murder, or had it started out as a planned attack, a plan to rape Yagami-kun. The lack of evidence troubled L, but oh how he wished he would be able to solve this, to capture the filth that had done such a crime. L almost felt sick hearing the injuries and what scenario had gone through his head. Why L had felt that way troubled the man, he heard and seen worse things, worse crimes, yet this made his stomach flip around and twist in complicated knots. How could this happen? How…?

 

~8*8~

 

It took the investigation team a long time to get back into the swing, though the atmosphere was depressing and it was hard to work under the suffocating feeling. Watari often came back form his errands looking as though he'd seen a ghost and the dark atmosphere was nearly driving the stoic detective up the wall! The deaths continued even though Raito was dead, which quickly confirmed the teen's innocence (not that it meant much now)

 

“Watari, I need to walk,” the elderly man nodded and let the detective leave the hotel while he convinced the investigation team to take a break. The elderly man needed to rest, or something, he had received a call from a local adoption agency. He was looking for more children to attend at the Whammy* House and the agency said they had recently found a child with no family, no real name, and no papers. It was either irony or fate that that child just so happened to be the child that looked so much like Yagami-kun. Though the child (who turned out to be a boy) was the perfect candidate, he never talked at was about five years old. The boy also ran off, but Watari trusted his gut on this, the boy would be good. The old man took a deep breath and prepared himself some tea as he waited for L to come back.

 

 

L's walk was not at all helpful. His mind dwelled on Yagami-kun's death, and for some reason, no mater how hard he tried, L couldn't help but think Kira's being and Raito-kun's death were connected. Just some how…some how he felt that Kira had something to do with Raito's death, and it bothered him to no end! Kira continued to kill; there was no change in how he killed or who he killed, so it was never Raito after all. L hates being wrong, and this…he had been proven wrong, though he had to be sure…perhaps there was a way to delay the killing, but…but that sounded impossible. New criminals have been dying, old criminals…no the delay in killing is not possible. With an irritated growl the odd detective began to walk back toward the hotel.

 

He passed by the alley by the building when he felt something tug on his jeans. The pale man looked down to see Yagami Raito staring up at him! What?! The detective blinked three times, and took a better look at this Raito look a like. It was obviously a child, but the resemblance was uncanny, yet his features were softer, more delicate, yet equally as feminine as Raito-kun's were. The child looked about four to five years old and obviously alone. The child looked up at L with blank eyes, its soft pink lips slightly parted. L's chest began to hurt looking down at those amazing brown eyes that looked back at him so lifelessly. The small hand still holding onto his jeans started to loosen and suddenly the kid's arm fell to its side and the child's head looked down at the ground.

 

“Ah-ha! There you are Light! We figured you'd be there, you missed…” a loud man came up behind the child carrying something, and shouting till he trailed off at the sight of L standing over the downcast child. The man stayed quiet as he judged L's reason to be staring at the child with wide eyes (wider than usual) and deathly looking pale skin.

 

“L-Light…?” the detective composed himself and took a better look at the loud man; he was well dress and looked kind. The man smiled.

 

“Yeah that's this little guy's name, err…well that's what we call him. We've been trying to keep him at the house, but he always runs away. We think his parent's left him when he was born, not a lot about him… He doesn't talk much, and he's going to be adopted soon…” the man trailed off seeing that the pale man wasn't very interested, and settled for guiding the child away from the pale man. The boy turned around to face the shocked detective before facing forward and running off to the other end of the alley. The man stayed behind and looked at the detective warily.

 

“He never reaches toward anyone unless they act first, he never really speaks, and he just stares; someone must have hurt him, and there's just something about him… Oh well he'll be off to a good home soon…” the man trialed off in thought and began to walk away. L felt sick, and assumed this was why Watari had been looking so ill when he came back from his errands. The detective attempted to keep his expression neutral as he entered the hotel discreetly.

 

 

Watari was the first to notice how L looked when he entered the room, and as soon as everyone began to work again he immediately walked over to the detective. “Did you see the boy out in the alley?” the pale man nodded looking even more pale than usual.

 

“His name is Light,” the detective barely breathed the words and the elderly man nodded knowing this fact. The two remained quiet till Matsuda said something rather pointless.

 

~8*8~

 

The adoption was finalized and Light would be staying with Watari while the old man made sure everything was ready for the boy at the House. The boy was quite on during the car ride, just staring blankly out the backseat window.

 

“So Light-kun…are you hungry?” the elderly man asked awkwardly, hopefully L wouldn't be too angry with him. The boy's empty gaze turned to the man as he nodded. The boy turned to look out the window lost in thought.

 

 

 

Two teenage boys laughed quietly sitting on a bed. A black notebook with white writing on the cover lay between them. A sheet of paper rested on one of the boys' leg while the owner of said leg quickly wrote down something on it. One of the boys spoke quickly and low, his voice filled with excitement.

 

“I can't believe it works…T-This is amazing! You said it just fell from the sky?! Who would want to loose this?!” the teen exclaimed and looked at his friend who stilled his pencil and looked up at his friend smiling.

 

“Yes…I-I was hesitant to call you, but I knew you'd get a kick out of this,” the male continued smiling at his friend; he was slimmer than his friend and looked feminine by comparison. “I'm shocked you used it, though not at all disappointed. If you hadn't grabbed that pen when you did I would have written that…scum's…name down,” the boy smirked as he recalled the incident.

 

“Well one of us had to,” the male casually stated, smirking at his friend, subtly looking over his friend's body and face. The teen looked down at the notebook before his stare became noticeable to the very observant teen writing down what they had discovered and started to plan. “So…” the teen began trying to lose a pleasing image of his friend, in a very submissive position, from his mind. “What have we discovered so far…?” the teen smirked as he succeeded in ignore the very welcomed image.

 

“Well…” the friend started looking down at the paper he had been writing on. “The note can kill anyone as long as we know the face and name of the person, we also know that it takes forty seconds for the death to occur, and that unless the death is specified the person will die of a heart attack. Though those were the given, from the experiments we recently conducted we understand that we can set the time of death, so that during school we can kill criminals while leaving the note at home. We also can tear a page or section of the note out and it will still have the proper effect. We can make a whole scenario happen as long as it's plausible. Remember that inmate you wrote would die in Paris…?” the other teen nodded to his gorgeous friend's question and the two smirked. The man had died of a heart attack because he was not able to get to Paris, nor could he do it before the time they set for his death.

 

“Perfect,” the male smiled at his friend, “So Raito-kun, anymore plots of where we can take this thing?” the male continued to smile at his friend successfully keeping his mind from wondering to visions of Raito on his bed beneath him.

 

“Of course! I am a genius after all…” Raito spoke with an air of superiority, which -unbeknownst to Raito- caused his friend to grind his teeth. He was the superior one, the dominate one, he ruled over Raito, and Raito should be beneath him begging for him to… The male stopped his train of thought catching his friend's words “We've already stated that the criminals and people we want other's to know we killed, will die of heart attacks; we also will be using my amazing hacking skills to get information from the police when they involve themselves. We will be attempting what no one else has, right…?” the male looked up at his friend.

 

He hadn't been so thrilled about this, yes it was an escape from boredom but…but it seemed wrong. Yes Raito thought criminals and those that do wrong things should die, should be punished, yet… His friend was pushing him to come up with these elaborate plans, out of no where. Raito bit his lip refraining from sighing. Of course the police would involve themselves, then he would be against his father, and…it made him uneasy. Did his friend have the same thing in mind as him, would there come a point where his father's life would be risked, his family's lives…? He shuddered slightly at the thought.

 

The other male noticed Raito's shuddered and could barely contain the lust from showing on his features. “So…” the male brought his friend out of his thoughts and sighed at his missed opportunity; he could have gotten to taste his friend while he was lost in his thoughts. “Raito-kun, what were you saying about finding people to work for us?”

 

“Right…well, with all the criminals dying we're bound to obtain supporters, and we're bound to have someone love us right off the bat. We'll get them to do our will, perhaps even let them use the Note, let them have a few pages… We'll also probably need a few more people who share our views, and maybe someone consistent. It will all work, we'll also probably have a spokesperson once we become more popular,” the male looked down at the black notebook losing himself in his thoughts.

 

How could something so simple be able to kill, a notebook could kill people…it was unfathomable. There had to be some kind of being who owned the note before them. A Shinigami, perhaps…it sounds so ridiculous. Well he and his friend were going to change the world, and for the better, no matter how forced into it he felt, Raito would be changing the world for the better!

 

“You'll be holding on to the notebook, I'll take a couple pages for now. Find a way to hide it and keep it safe, okay?” the male nodded to what his friend had said as the friend got up to leave taking a few pages out of the notebook and handing the black note over to the slimmer teen, he made his leave.

 

 

 

A/N:

Please tell me if I've forgotten anything, some of the things that pertain to Death Note only Ryuuk (spelling?) could have told, so yeah…but did I get everything that Raito learned, it's been probably half a year since I read Death Note so I probably forgot things, especial the beginning stuff. Also please correct me if I have misspelled names; that would be very helpful!

- By the way, crime scenes are something that I have NO ability to write, I have no clue how to write them, so I hope I've done a good job at explaining what was seen…

* I'm not sure if I spelled that right, is it Wammy, or Whammy? I think it's the former, but I dunno… Um… that's it thanks! ^ ^ -depressedchildren