Death Note - Broken Era (Matt x Mello & L x Light)

Ch.1 - Kira with compassion, Children with hope

 Roger had called Mello and Near into his office. Mello was chasing Matt and Linda in youthful play when Roger's stern hand grabbed Mello's arm gently, leading him away from the crowd of kids. Matt had stopped instinctively to wait for his best friend. Mello had nodded absently, following Roger into his office, Near prodding along behind him, dragging his teddy along the floor. Matt walked after them without a second thought. Mello had already succumbed to Matt's intentive stalking, and barely cared, though clearly acknowledging his mild presence at the back of the room. His attention averted to Roger, who had now began to speak. "L had sent news. He captured Kira."

Mello's eyes widened in disbelief. "you mean... He did it... I knew he would! He promised he would! Matt do you hear that!?" The blond turned to his ginger friend, excitement blurring in his piercing blue eyes. Matt quivered and then shrugged. "Yeah... Good news." He spoke timidly, grasping the cloth of his arm, averting his eyes away from his superiors. Mello's excitement pleased him, he hoped tonight he would contain his insults for the gratified amazement of his. Mello proceeded to speak, "does that mean L is coming back, then?"

Roger smiled. "L is moving to England, and he did say he would visit."

Mello looked as if he was about to die from joy. Near was unresponsive, messing with the eyes of a half broken teddy. He showed no emotion or excitement as the other successor had, and remained placid as stone. Matt allowed himself to take a few steps into the room when Mello slammed his hands on Roger's desk, jumping up and almost kicking the obliviously attentive whitenette in the face. "when is he coming?"

Roger placed a finger on the bridge of his glasses and put up a calm hand to settle Mello. "he will be arriving tomorrow."

***

L tapped the small microphone a few times, dazing. He looked at Light through the camera, bound up and blindfolded. He was held down to a tilted platform which looked excruciatingly uncomfortable by a ton of chains snaking across his slender waist covered with just a cloth of his black, fine, long sleeved shirt, more across his thighs and ankles, and his thin muscular arms which had given up on resisting a long time ago. His face, though half covered, showed pure resentment and agonising protest. He hadn't seen the light in days. L watched Light with wide, exhausted dark eyes. He hadn't spoken or moved in days, either, awkwardly tracing a finger across his lip occasionally out of vengeful curiosity, or to put a sugar cube between his teeth and blink less and less, his whole intelligence zoned into the screen in front of him. After thinking it through over and over and admiring the cuff around Kira's bare neck he had finally decided to press unmute. "Light Yagami..." He spoke, then froze. What was he going to say? Oh yes... "you were captured with evidence from Misa Amane, then you put up quite a show, claiming that you are Kira and you are the god."

Light took some time to find his voice, finding that when he spoke it came out hoarse and desperate "yeah. What do you want?"

"I want to know how you killed so many people, what were your true intentions, Light-Kun?"

"didnt Misa tell you? You know full well how it works..."

"yes but I want to hear it coming from Kira."

"fine... There's this thing called the Death Note which you undoubtedly managed to recover. It contains many rules, which I dont need to tell you about. I write a person's name and they die, its all that simple."

"No, Light. Incorrect." L mumbled through the microphone, as Light lifted his head slightly, his lips forming a bemused arch. "it's not at all simple." L slid open the drawer slowly, swiping a small sweet wrapper out of the way, getting to the note. He lifted the black book by the corners and held it in front of his face. "Light-Kun, please recite the first rules of the death note."

Light frowned, he knew that he was trapped, the only thing there was for him to do right now was to succumb to L's questioning. If he can go about this right, he might be spared execution.

"I dont remember off by heart but...  The person whose name is written in the note will die... Then..." He furrowed his brows beneath the cloth that blinded him. He didnt take the liberty to memorise the rules, he had studied them such a long time ago, the strategy was in his head, he hadnt glanced back to the rules in four years. "then it talks about the timing of the deaths, and then the cir- Ryuzaki what exactly are you trying to do? What's the point of this questioning?"

"oh, there is no point in it, Light-Kun. I know everything I need to know. I want to hear you say it."

"why?" Light blurted out, trying to raise a hand to scratch his neck. It was sore from the cuff, he couldn't take the torment of not being able to soothe it. L watched him for a long time before speaking. "I want to hear your voice, Light-Kun. To make sure you're not going insane."

"why would that matter? Im locked up now and most certainly going to be executed."

"No," L muttered "your intellect, I daresay, surpasses mine in a certain strange way, though we think almost identically. Do you remember when I told you that I want you to be my successor? I wasn't lying. You are more useful alive than dead."

"Quite frankly, Ryuzaki, you are just hiding the fact that you can't bare to watch me die. Just like when Misa told me your name about a year ago... Lawsford Lawliet... You're still alive. I couldn't bear to watch you die."

L's eyes widened. He brought his face to the microphone and opened his mouth but said nothing. Just then, Matsuda came into the small room where L was, panting a little from sprinting. "Ryuzaki... We gotta go now."

L looked sideways at Matsuda, like an undead being awoken from a trance. Matsuda blinked awkwardly and closed the door, leaving L alone again with Light on the other end, waiting for a response. "we are relocating you, Light-Kun... To Winchester, England. Some men will arrive shortly to unchain you." He then muted the microphone and turned off the monitor, leaving his stiff position, his bare feet cold against the suddenly foreign ground. He placed his hands in the pockets, and mumbled to himself, walking out of the dark, cold room. "Then I will meet you personally."