Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ The Id and The Ego ❯ ch. 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Note: this takes place after Misa forfeits her Death note, but Light is still Kira.

Chapter 1

“How could this have happened…? How could…Kira.”

“I’m sorry Yagami-san,” I say flatly looking at the mangled and cut up body of his son spread naked across the forest floor. He’s completely expose, arms and legs spread, with no discretion. A sign that the murder did not feel any remorse. My thumb comes up to my lip and I make a small clicking noise as my mind runs over the scenario. If it were not for the fact that Yagami-san is a policeman, the officers who discovered Light, would not have let him come to the scene. Though I suppose it will spare his mother from having to ID his body at the morgue.

“I thought we were all safe from Kira…”

“This was not Kira,” I announce emotionlessly. Yagami-san looks at me with amazement.

“Who else would have a motive to kill my son?!”

“A rapist, it would explain the location...” I say thoughtfully, "This is simply to direct to be an attack from Kira.”

We watch as the police scan the area for any minute piece of evidence, while the morticians zip up Light in a black body bag. A small sting grips my heart.

“Focus on Kira Yagami-san, let someone else worry about your son’s murder.” I not only tell him, but myself as well.

“But Ryuzaki…” I shuffle towards the car. I take no responsibility for Lights death. It was not because he was helping in the Kira case that he was killed. However, it’s still saddening and I do not wish to stay here any longer than necessary.

“If you would like, Yagami-san, you may take a week off, though you are an intelligent and valuable member of the task force.” I say robotically, considering the man’s ability to focus on the Kira case rather than his emotions. Though I have a feeling the case will become cold very soon.

“I...I will, thank you.” With a nod I take my leave.

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“Light-kun is dead now…” I pause taking the fact in myself. “You have no one left to protect Misa.”

“What...Who are you talking about?” I watch the girl on the screen that I suspect to be the second Kira. I shake my head. Ever since we gagged her she seemed to have changed, as if her inability to speak took away some of her memory. With great confusion I turn off the screen. What steps do I take now? My main suspect is dead, and my second remembers nothing. How frustrating.

The creek of the door catches my attention and I turn to look behind me. Watari comes towards me with a shining silver plate, before setting down my dinner; Strawberry shortcake.

I suppress a sigh and pick up the fork, looking up at the ceiling as I blindly stab at my cake.

“Please keep me updated on Yagami-kuns homicide case.”

“Of course ,” Watari says in acknowledgement, and then takes his leave.

I look over papers as the fork hangs from my mouth. I can feel a smudge of whipped cream at the corner of my mouth, but don’t bother with it as I try to think.

The logical thing to do is to see if the Kira murders continue while keeping an eye on Misa. Maybe a day or two…then if they haven’t I will let her go. If the killing starts again after her release, then she must be a Kira.

Though I doubt that Lights death has anything to do with the Kira case, I do wish to observe the affects of his death on Kira.

“What a waste,” I mumble to myself before putting another fork full of cake in my mouth. Light Yagami…he was an intelligent young man, and I would be lying if I didn’t consider him a friend. It is rare for me to be able to talk with people on the same level, but Light was very stimulating, and I enjoyed his company. It is not that I do not enjoy my time alone; it was just a pleasant surprise to meet someone like him, even if he was my primary suspect.

I finish my dinner, idly letting my mind wonder about anything and everything. I can’t help but think that the Kira case is over before it even really began; I hate to have it sitting as a cold case; unsolved. Though in my mind I am one hundred percent sure that my theories are …where correct. Alas, I will never have the physical proof now. Everything about the Kira case is still a big mystery...and who knows if it will happen again, one day.

I turn to my main laptop, moving the mouse so that my ‘L’ screen saver disappears. I brows through countless e-mails, and case files to see if something new or interesting has come up. I will have to tell Watari to keep an eye out for any new cases that might catch my interest. I hack into Watari’s e-mail account (It’s not like he doesn’t know I do it) to see if there are any updates from Roger. I occasionally remember that I have small children that idolize me, and for that split moment I go through the motions of caring. It’ not that I don’t, I just do not have a very big spot in my heart for children of any kind. I suppose it comes from my own childhood…experiences. There are just some things I have never adapted to, despite Watari’s attempts to get my counseling in my earlier life. Nights like these, where there is nothing to do, I can’t help but analyze myself, and my past. I suppose that is why I like to keep myself so busy figuring out crimes. I don’t’ like to dwell on the past, it changes nothing in the end.

I know there are many awkward things about me. I know that some of my behavior patterns steam from physiological needs. I am intelligent enough to know this, but even I cannot bring myself to stop my behavior. It brings me comfort and gives me a sense of control. Why should I stop doing things that make me feel content?

I rest my chin on my knees, heavy lidded eyes scanning through Watari’s mail. After seeing nothing sent by Roger I decided to give him a little privacy and not read through his other mail. Scrolling up ready to sign out, a new mail pops up with a loud ding. I can’t help but let it catch my attention.

Subject: None

Sender: Arnold Friend

The sender’s name sounds oddly familiar, and I can’t help but let my curiosity take over. Again it’s not like Watari doesn’t know I snoop through his mail, and I always leave all e-mails in the ‘old mail’ folder for him to read later.

“Gonna get you, baby”

One simple line, nothing more said. I look around the room, perhaps I have stumbled upon a private conversation between Watari and this…Arnold that I’d rather not know about. I exit out of the screen with a strange uneasiness in my stomach. I switch on the TV screen to check on Misa one last time, and decided that tomorrow I will let her go.

I spin around slowly in my chair, before setting a foot on the ground and using it to help me scoot across the room to the kitchen. I suppose I could make some coffee or even tea, but tonight I really have no reason for the caffeine to keep me awake. I make myself a cup of tea anyway, I could read a book or something; I’d rather not sleep.

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“What do you mean you’re closing the case?”

“The trail has gone cold and there haven’t been any deaths in a month now. What else can I do?”

“It’s not like you to give up.” Matsuda chimes in. He’s right, however I don’t respond to him, only giving him a blank stare over the rim of my coffee cup. I do not like the fact that the Kira case will be ending on this note anymore than the others, however I know that—at least for now—there will not be anymore killings. After all Kira is dead, and with Lights death the second Kira has seemed to vanish as well. Misa has gone on with her career, as if I had never held her for interrogation. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened in Japan in the last month at all.

“There is nothing more for me to do here. Once new evidence comes up, I will gladly and most certainly look into that. However, for now we are at a complete stand sill, and there are no new victims. I will always be keeping track of this case, and always keeping an ear open for anything suspicious. However this task force is no longer required.”

“So you’re disbanding us, just like that?” Yagami-san asks.

“Yes, it has been nice working with you and I thank you for that. However I must say we all long to go back home and settle into our old familiar routines.”

“oh right, I forgot, you don’t’ live here in Japan. You must miss your home...Where is it? Somewhere in the west for sure,” Matsuda muses out loud.

“I live in many places,” I lie; frankly no one needs to know where I hail from.

After a line of ‘goodbyes’, Yagami-san comes up to me personally.

“How is the case coming along?’ I question knowing the answer already.

“Nothing…it seems that the Kira case isn’t the only one that has gone cold.”

“I’m sure the murder will be brought to justice,” I say sympathetically.

“Thank you Ryuzaki.” Yagami-san gives me a nod, and then too takes his leave.

“I must admit that I agree with Matsuda,” Watari says calmly, shrugging on his coat.

“I am closing the case because Kira is dead.” Watari nods in understanding. “Shall we go then?”

I question him in English a slight accent not entirely similar to the smooth British dialect.

“Of course,” he turns to me with a deep smile hidden by gray whiskers.

We make our way to the airport and on to my private jet. The plane is rather large for only me and Watari, but it seems I’m always surrounded by luxury, and to be honest I have gotten use to it. It’s a gift given to me by Watari, in a way. I had never known this sort of comfort before I met him. The seats are large and cushioned with red pillows. There is even a resting bench resembling a bed on the other side of me. My laptop rests on the seat next to me. I am turned toward it and type away a report on the Kira case for my own personal usage, if anything comes up in the future.

“L”

“Yes, Watari?” I mutter, not stopping my task. Watari comes to take a step closer to me.

“Do you know someone whose name starts with an A perhaps? I know it seems a rather odd question.”

“Aider,” I say dumbly. “Why?”

Well…I doubt that he would use an alias,” Watari whispers to himself before turning his

attention yet again from me. “You should already know this, but the e-mail I received from and Arnold Friend, it’s rather strange.”

I look up stopping my work. “I thought he was a friend of yours and that perhaps I had opened something rather private.” I explain.

“Oh no, not at all.”

“What makes you think it’s an alias, maybe it was accidently sent to your inbox.”

Watari gave me a disbelieving stare. I myself knew that it wasn’t very likely, but I put the theory out there anyway.

“Thinks of your literature, L, I’m sure you’ve heard of it before.”

I bring my thumb to my lip and gently chew on my nail. The name did sound familiar, that being the reason I had opened the e-mail to begin with. Literature...”Oh, “Where are you going, Where

have you been.” I state.

“I’m sure it was sent to me…or us on purpose.”

“No reason to worry about it, what harm would a simple e-mail do.” But already I was repeating the one line message over in my head, wondering what significance the name and line holds.

“If you say so L,” and with that the subject was dropped, and Watari returned to the front of the plane.

“It’s a quote from the story itself.” I tell myself, continuing to write my report while nonchalantly turning over the information in my head. The quote is a perfect example of foreshadowing. So indeed the e-mail could be taken as a threat.

For what, and for who exactly is unclear, but it’s obviously either me or Watari. Either way I’ll keep my eye open for anything else that’s suspicious, and make sure Watari is never too far away. After lights death, he’s the only companion I have left. Truthfully I have an emotional attachment to the man, he’s aware of this, and even knows that his past actions have only reinforced that. Yet again another one of my behaviors..or rather thought processes twisted to fill a psychological need. I would not want to get rid of Watari or anything else in my life. I feel very comfortable with who I am, and why I am this way. Even if others find it strange.

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& ldquo;Your tea.”

“Thank you Watari,” I say instantly in response and bring the fine china cup up to my lips to sip on the slightly vanilla tasting liquid. I scan through the papers of Light Yagami’s homicide investigation spread out on the recently cleaned and polished wood floor. The case has become rather intriguing and strange in the last few days of updated information. No finger prints where at the scene, the murder even took the time to rack up all the surrounding leaves on the forest floor near Lights body. Lights clothes where found neatly folded under a tree a couple of feet away…again no fingerprints were found. As if the clothes just floated there and folded themselves. It has also been concluded that Light was… sodomize by a sharp object. I let a frown sink into my face, as I study the crime scene picture. I wonder if the murder will be found, with such little evidence it seems almost imposable. I log on to my personal laptop to see if maybe I can find similar rape/murder cases.

While scanning through data base after data base, my screen turns white. I pull away from my mouse and wait for Watari to speak, once I see the “W” on the screen.

“L have you checked my inbox by chance today?”

“No, Watari, why?”

“Well, I didn’t think so; there is a new e-mail here from ‘Arnold Friend’.”

“What does it say.”

“Nothing...really…nothing coherent at least.”

“Post it on my screen for me, will you please.”

Watari doesn’t answer instead simply connects me to his computer and lets me see the strange message.

“Л,

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