Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Sent to Make it Right ❯ pictures, words, and flour ( Chapter 1 )

The young boy entered the hotel holding onto the elderly man's hand, his slim small fingers barely touching the man's wrinkled fingers. The child looked lost, in his slightly big shirt and khaki shorts, next to the elderly man wearing a suit. The child's beautiful face looked emotionless, dead. The odd pair began their trek to the hotel room where the investigation team was working.

 

“S-so Light-kun, what would you like to eat?” the elderly man asked hesitantly as they walked down the hallway the room was located on. The boy just looked straight ahead not really paying attention. The elderly man's posture slumped as he sighed in defeat. Some one truly messed the boy up, how could such a child, such a beautiful boy, be so…dead. They came to the room and Watari entered with the young boy at his side.

 

The team wasn't working, except for L, meaning that they were grieving over the Yagami-san's loss or they were at a dead end. The elderly man tried to hide the boy from the team's view, but he was sadly unsuccessful. Matsuda excused himself before the child could see how his appearance affected the man. Yagami Soichiro was frozen in …fear…sadness…? The elderly man could not tell. The rest of the team blanched and the only sound was L typing at his computer not paying attention to his surroundings.

 

The boy dropped his arm from the loose hold, and walked over to the frozen man and tilted his head to one side, a frown gracing his features; yet the dull look in his eyes never left. The boy's frown deepened, but he spread his arms in front of him; as if to ask for a hug. The numb man jerked slightly, but the boy managed to awkwardly hug the depressed man. Hesitantly the man returned the hug, before he clutched the boy sobbing, saying apologies to he dead son, and asking why Raito had to be taken from him. The brown haired boy just let the man cry holding Light like he might have his son.

 

L would have been quite the idiot, or completely unobservant -which he was neither- to not have seen what was happening to the investigation team. He stopped his typing to analyze what exactly was going on. The same child from the alley, Light, was in Yagami Soichiro's arms as the man cried over his lost child. The young boy with an uncanny resemblance to said lost child just let the man soak his shirt. Watari looked guilty and stood awkwardly at the doorway.

 

“Watari…why is Light-kun here?” the team tensed at the boy's name.

 

“Remember you wanted another child as a possible successor, well the adoption agency found the perfect candidate. He is rather intelligent, despite his lack of words…” the man faltered as Yagami-san's sobs grew louder. It was some time before the man had control over his emotions. The boy gave the man a squeeze, even though it wasn't much, before he let go and walked over to Watari with a blank look.

 

L walked over to the silent old man and stood before the boy scratching one of his bare feet with his other foot. He knelt down to Light's level, and looked the boy squarely in the eye with his wide eyes.

 

“Light-kun, how old are you?” the boy cocked his head to one side and bit his lip. Something flashed in the boy's doe brown eyes; something beside the dullness. Was it fear…no…worry…maybe…hate…? No it was not hate, the detective couldn't put a name to that solitary emotion that swept through the Raito look-a-like. The boy hesitantly lifted his small hand, silently announcing that he was five. The pale detective nodded and stared intently at the gorgeous child. “And…do you know how to speak?” the boy hesitantly nodded. “Can you tell me your favorite letter?” the boy's eyes flashed with…amusement…? Did the pale man interpret that correctly?

 

Light raised his right hand making a right angle, which to L looked like an L. The child tried to hide the smile that tried to force its way onto the boy's perfect features. The team stared at the boy once they got a good look of what Light did. Matsuda thought he finally had enough control to leave the bathroom, and witnessed what the boy did and also stared at the boy. Could this be a coincidence? The detective kept calm and continued with his next question.

 

“What about your favorite word?” the boy pursed his lips, like he was thinking over something very hard. L noticed the act and almost smiled, almost being the key word.

 

The boy pretended to be happy as he pointed at L, Yagami-san, and the rest of the investigation team. The detective raised an eyebrow, and put his thumb to his lips.

 

“I see, so you don't like speaking…well Light-kun, that will make understanding you difficult. What did you mean, we are all men, is that your favorite word?” the boy's body jerked as if he was about to laugh but stopped it. Light was quite amused and his eyes slightly showed it. The boy shook his head. “Hmm…Light-kun can you say the word?” the boy nodded and L waited patiently while silence consumed the room. “Aren't you going to say the word?” the boy shook his head, the corners of his lips twitched slightly. L was very amused, yet exasperated. Why did the boy have to act like this? The detective sighed, figuring they had wasted enough time.

 

“How long is Light-kun going to stay with us?” L asked Watari quietly while still staring at the peculiar child.

 

“Until the House has everything prepared for a new resident,” the elderly man looked at the boy who looked blankly at the ground. L nodded and told Watari to make sure Light got something to eat and had a place to sleep. From there things progressed slowly, ever so slowly.

 

 

Very little progress had been made in the case for the next few weeks until L could no longer come up with anything to keep the case moving forward. The detective had been watching Watari's temporary charge. The House seemed to be taking a long time to get things ready for the Raito look-a-like; but this gave the pale man time to observe the beautiful child. It only took a few days for Light to adjust to the climate. After that he stayed mostly out of the way. He often just sat in a corner, or on his bed staring out into space; every once in a while showing some sign of life by a quiet sigh. Light never spoke, no mater how much they all tried to coax a sound out of him. The team had only recently gotten over the boy's resemblance yet still it hurt to see the lifeless like child.

 

It was the day that Matsuda slammed his hands against the coffee table; they were situated around; yelling about the pointlessness of this case, that Light started living. He turned to the man and titled his head, a sad smile on his cute lips. The boy walked over to Matsuda and squeezed the man's hand, and gave the team an encouraging look. It was astounding how his look could be the equivalent of the most encouraging speech in the history of the world, and he was only five! L's mouth twitched into a smile as he looked down at the child. It was right then that news of Kira came to them.

 

“It's Kira…” L trailed off after he looked at who had died, and how it had happened. The boy held up two fingers smiling happily, and L's wide eyes widened further. “Hmm…Light-chan,” funny how easy it was for the detective to call the boy Light-chan, it did seem more fitting than Light-kun after all, “do you think there is more than one Kira?” the boy nodded adamantly and L smiled nodding. “Yes, that was my thoughts exactly, after all Kira needs both a name and face to kill, this person couldn't have possibly had all those victims' names; besides this stunt seems to have tarnished Kira's reputation. Therefore, that must mean that there is another Kira, very good Light-chan I'm glad someone agrees with me,” The team smiled, things may just look up for them after all. Watari was smiling proud of the child. L turned to him smiling, “Tell the House we'll be keeping onto Light-chan for a while longer, alright?” How fond the odd detective became to the brilliant child, though everyone in the room knew something was off about the child, but what?

 

 

 

~8*8~

A slim slightly feminine looking teen fell from his computer chair staring at a hideous, crude looking being. The teen took a shaky breath, making his expression blank. “You must be the owner, the shinigami of the note,” the light brown haired teen said emotionlessly. The being gave an annoying laugh as his smiling face looked the teen up and down.

 

“No you are, Yagami Raito, but yes, I was the shinigami who dropped the note into the human world,” Raito closed his eyes, he knew he was suppose to act like Kira, he knew what he had to say when the shinigami came.

 

“So what now…are you going to kill me?” again the hunched being laughed.

 

“Kukukukuku…no of course not.”

 

The teen hesitated, how he hated acting like the killer he was pressured to create. “Well then, is there anything I should know about Death Note?” the beautiful teen braced himself for what the shinigami was to say. The shinigami explained then, he explained all he knew, the deal with the eyes, and the benefits for shinigami who kill using the note. The teen nodded, forcing himself to smile.

 

“Will you be following me; I'm quite boring, school, homework, school…” again the shinigami laughed that annoying laugh.

 

“Kukukukuku, of course, it's half the fun.” Raito scowled at the annoying creatures words.

 

“Well then, Shinigami-san, tell me about yourself,” the teen's face became expressionless his words disinterested.

 

“My name is Ryuk,” the shinigami picked up an apple from a bowl in Raito's room -his mother left it as snacks for him- and bit into the deep red fruit. “Mmmm! These apples are very good!” with two more bites the apple disappeared into Ryuk's very wide and big mouth. This gave the teen an idea.

 

“Listen, Ryuk, if you like those apples so much you can have them, I'll buy lots of apples…” the teen knew he had the shinigami's attention, “if…” the teen smirked seeing the crude creature's face fall, except for his ever present smile. “…if you don't follow me, okay?” Ryuk shook his head but agreed.

 

“But can't I follow you on some days?” the brown haired teen sighed but nodded reluctantly. “Where should I be when I do not follow you?” the teen tilted his head to one side.

 

“Here I suppose…though you won't see me writing much in the note, but I assure you criminals will be dying.” Ryuk laughed, of course he knew about the other who was doing this with Light; but this teen was so reluctant, plus the note was in his room.

 

“You and your friend have everything planned yes?” the teen's eye twitched but he nodded. “So why will you not let me follow you?” the teen sighed and closed his eyes.

 

“I'd like some kind of privacy. Besides you'd talk me to death if you went to school with me… It's obvious you like to talk, and with the extra boredom I can see your mouth running a mile a minute,” the shinigami grumbled something and hovered over to the teen's bed where he laid down.

 

Raito sighed, he didn't like this, it was…wrong, he'd hint that he wanted out, and would promise not to tell a soul. Hopefully it would work. The brown haired boy went to his computer chair and leaned back in it, planning what they would do in their steps to become god. God…them…the teen shuddered slightly, it sounded wrong, it left a bad taste in his mouth, it felt wrong… The teen sighed closing his eyes; some good has to come out of this…

 

 

~8*8~

 

Light began a new transition. He often woke up in the middle of the night and stand before L as he worked in front of a computer monitor. Once L could no longer ignore the child's `I can't sleep' look, he would hesitantly pick the small kid up and set him on his lap. Light would smile and close his eyes while resting his head against L's arm. The detective would then have to type with one hand. Though eventually Light began to rest his head against the pale man's chest, which L accepted as he grew fonder of the boy. It was also interesting how the boy would aid them in the case, and how close he stayed to L.

 

 

They had evidence supporting their suspicion, and this new Kira sent out a broadcast which they were now trying to figure out how to respond to while looking after Light. Light would help out with the case by messing with L's computer, which they tried to prevent, but it always gave the man an idea. The five year old was…creative…yes, creative. Light was creative in the way he'd help lead L in the right direction. First it was the response to Kira II's broadcast. The boy had been typing `random' words on a word document in a fine elegant font:

 

'm k ra! The pureson ho sint in toes taps w s impureson ate. Thirst, I half snore wo ds fore impureson. Tif yor on me side n' whis bee spookspureson, `ll fore gave yo.

 

The document continued on like that and with much deciphering L realized this was the perfect response to Kira II, with a few minor tweaks here and there. He then began to watch the child much more closely.

 

 

Another way Light helped them was by pulling up random definitions of words or pictures of random things on L's computer. Everyone always seemed to fit with the investigation - if you tilted your head and squinted just right - he helped them three times in this way. One of the instances was when he pulled up a picture of two friends talking together. The second instance he pulled up the definitions of `lust' and `dominance', and the final instance was a picture of a notebook in one of the windows and a picture of the grim reaper in the window next to the picture. Yes the boy was quite creative, but it got the man going. Two friends…could they be Kira, could it be two friends working as one to get rid of all the criminals? Yes that is plausible, but then the definitions of `lust' and `dominance'…what could they mean. The man was at a loss, he couldn't be sure what those two words meant, why did Light pull that up? The last thing Light had done on L's laptop was the reaper and the notebook. What on earth could that mean? It must have something to do with Kira, of course, but then how could a five year old know something like that…

 

Watari agreed with L about Light, something was off; but he also said L was working too hard and that he needed a break. L disagreed but made a deal with Watari that once the new investigation building was finished he would take a day, or half of a day, away from the case. It was doubtful he'd follow through.

 

 

It took a short time for Kira II to respond, and what he said shocked them. “Shinigami!” L fell off his chair his mouth wide, Light was holding onto L just to make sure the man didn't hurt himself. “Does this mean Shinigami exist?!” the pale detective cried, barely registering that the child was holding onto him. “Watari give me the diary entry!” he looked over the paper; it was obvious he was supposed to focus everything on Tokyo dome, but the `notes' part caught him. He looked at Light and smiled. He picked the boy up and hugged him. “You are good luck!” the boy smiled cutely and looked slightly embarrassed. This was perfect.

 

 

The wheels were set in motion and the team was going to send Matsuda with Sayu and her friends to the place the Kiras would meet. Light snuck out with Matsuda, which frightened L and Watari, since they were supposed to be in charge of the boy. Matsuda was stuck with the little kid, but he didn't mind, the kid was really cute and wasn't a pain. They were walking past a café like place when Light tilted his head and stopped walking. Matsuda looked down at the boy and noticed that he wanted to go inside the building.

 

“It's alright Matsuda, just go in,” L's drone was heard through his earpiece. The two entered the building and they ordered some drink, Light hid behind Matsuda's leg for some reason. Yagami-san noticed something through the surveillance. L turned to the man and looked at him expectantly.

 

“The male sitting across from the girl with glasses…he was Raito's friend…I never liked him. He'd always look at Raito like…” the man shuddered and shook his head. Something tugged at the edge of L's mind; he got the name of the friend and smiled softly. Light was a genius, and everything he did wasn't just an accident like the kid wanted him to think.

 

 

They watched the friend of Raito's from afar, and also commented that the decent looking male now had a model for a girlfriend, Amane Misa. Light shied away from the work then, he seemed…scared. L sighed and asked for Watari to take Light to a playground or something, perhaps playing outside would cheer the boy up.

 

The elderly man took longer than usually to reach the hotel room. He looked dreadful; Light shook his head and led the elderly man to one of the beds in the hotel room. L felt a tug on his lips and a chuckle pass through his lips. Light smiled at him and hurried off into the suite's kitchen. L got back to his work with more vigor than before. He knew what to do…he'd arrest both of them; they were to be accused of being the Kiras. L might just throw in that he accused the friend of raping and murdering Yagami Raito. After all, Light's hints hadn't led them astray before.

 

Which reminded the detective…Light had been in the kitchen for a long time. The detective got up from his chair, and walked over to the room the small child was currently working in. The man couldn't help but laugh.

 

“What are you, super preschooler?” the chibi Raito jumped in shock and slipped off the chair he was standing on. L caught the boy and shook his head smiling. “You have to be careful, and you really shouldn't be cooking without adult supervision,” the detective scolded the boy who pouted cutely. Light had flour on his hands and on the too-big-for-him apron. Light rested his head against L's chest and sighed contently. L opted not read into that gesture.

 

“What were you making…” the detective found his answer when he smelled the vaguely familiar smell of chicken broth. He raised an eyebrow looking down at the now smirking child. “So what is in the bowl?” he asked gesturing toward the small mixing bowl on the counter. Light squirmed as a way of saying `put me down, please' which took the reluctant detective a second to follow. The boy smiled and climbed onto the chair again. He grabbed the mixing spoon and scooped some of the mixture out.

 

L looked at the teen with his wide eyes. Light chewed on his bottom lip and shrugged as if coming to some decision. “Cake,” he breathed so quietly L thought he imagined the words being uttered. The voice was horrifyingly similar to the late Yagami Raito. The detective stared at the boy in disbelief, it wasn't possible, it wasn't!

 

Light hurriedly turned away and began to mix the batter for the cake. He found an aluminum circular pan and managed to pour the batter into it perfectly. He waved a flour coated hand in front of L's face till the man snapped out of his stupor. He pointed to the pan and then the stove; the man dazedly put the pan in the oven. L then received flour courtesy of Light's hand. L looked at the boy who was now smirking. L continued to look at the boy till his face once again received the powdery substance.

 

As if the two were on the same brain wave, L chased after Light who jumped off of the chair. Light was smiling and a quiet laugh escaped his lips as he and the young detective ran through the small kitchen. The chair Light had been standing on fell to the ground with a clatter, which caused the investigation team to investigate. L caught the five year old -having to resort to bringing the boy down to the ground-, and was now `torturing' the poor child by tickling his sides. The boy squirmed and small fits of laughter escaped his small lips.

 

L felt merciful and stopped tickling the boy who now lay on his back. The boy stared up at L with his head tilted to the side and his chin raised slightly off the ground. His brown hair fell in his eyes slightly and a small smile graced his light pink lips. L was close to the boy mere inches from his face, he hadn't noticed how close he was before. There was a cough which caused L to turn his head and Light to pout (discreetly).

 

The task force was staring at the detective and the child skeptically, and Watari was looking slightly disgusted. “Ryuuzaki…he's five,” the detective got off of the boy like he was on fire and rubbed his face.

 

“It looked like…” the embarrassed man trailed off and shoved his hands into his pockets. Light laughed quietly a smirk playing across his face. The team nodded in response to L's unfinished question.

 

“You have some powder on your face,” Matsuda stated the obvious, which earned him disbelieving looks.

 

L turned to Light as the boy got up to wash his hands, “No more throwing flour,” the boy smirked triumphantly as he righted the chair and washed his hands. The task force chuckled and went back to their work. L also went back to his station after cleaning the flour off of him. Watari and Light stayed in the Suite's kitchen; the elderly man walked over to the pot that L had deciphered to hold chicken soup. The man lift the lid and smiled.

 

“Light-kun…did you make this?” the man asked the boy nodded and pointed at the man. The man furrowed his wrinkly brow; “It's for me?” the boy nodded and scooted the chair over to the stove to stir the soup. “That's very kind, but you could have asked…” the man stopped speaking after realizing who idiotic that sounded since the boy wouldn't speak to anyone. “Where did you learn how to cook?” the boy pointed at a can to the side of the stove, but Watari knew that wasn't the case. “Of course…”

 

The can was expired, and he had thrown it away, but the elderly man noticed the very well hidden cans of chicken broth in a corner. He would check the cupboards and the small refrigerator for the ingredients he knew would be missing. Light gestured for a bowl, which the elderly man retrieved two, and the child poured them both some soup. Watari smiled and ruffled the boy's head.

 

“Thank you Light-kun,” the boy nodded. Light was definitely going to be watched closely; after all Watari had a good felling something was amiss with the boy. The gods know how well L would do at observing the boy, especially if you took into consideration the scene he just saw between the two.

 

 

A/N:

- I'm sorry if I have misspelled names or places, words I can't do much about but blame myself. I'm not sure if I want Light going to Wammy House…but… he might…after something happens… well I hope you enjoyed this chapter…