Dreams -A Death Note Fanfiction-

Prologue

The red, steel door slid open in what felt like an eternity to the eight souls inside. When the dust cleared and the bright sun light faded, Teru Mikami stood holding the Death Note under his right arm; a psychotic grin on his face. Light Yagami, prime suspect of being the mass murderer Kira, smugly asks the young man in the door way:

"How many seconds has it been since you wrote down the first name?" All eyes were on Mikami.

Mikami held his left arm up to his face, his eyes stained red from trading half of his life for the Shinigami eyes and the ability to see everyone's name and lifespan. His smile widened and white teeth were visible.

"Thirty-five," Mikami began, closely watching his watch.

Light and the entire Japanese Task Force glued their eyes to the judgmental man, hoping that Near's plan would succeed. Otherwise, they'd all die within the minute. Near kept his gaze on Light with a blank face as the twenty-four year old New-L tried to suppress a smirk.

"Thirty-six, thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine..." Mikami continued.

Light's gaze transferred from Mikami to Near without moving his head in the slightest. A huge smirk was plastered on his face, showing every bit of malice and sociopathy within him, he spoke in a cold voice,

"Well, Near, looks like I win..."

"Forty!" Mikami yelled in an excited rage. The small dial on his watch finished it's cycle two-thirds of the way around.

Light let out a small chuckle while Near's unchanging expression eyed his every move. Touta Matsuda held his head, eyes clenched shut; the young man was terrified. Nothing happened. Slowly, Matsuda opened his eyes as he realized that there was no pain in his chest - or anywhere for that matter. No one had died in the forty seconds since the first name was written down in the Death Note.

"W-We're still alive.." Matsuda spoke in a sheepish voice.

Mikami's expression changed from a psychotic smirk to a confused state of disbelief. The young man's face scrunched in confusion, wrinkles forming from the stress. A muffled sound of shock escaped his throat. Light's eyes widened. Confusion clearly evident on his face as well.

"It's been over a minute and... we haven't died..." Matsuda continued.

"Didn't I already tell you all that no one was going to die?" Near's young voice broke the silence in a bored tone. From his slouching position on the floor, his expression never faltered.

Small gasps came from Mikami. He was shaking and it looked as if he would vomit. His long, black hair fell over into his face. Near lifted a finger to twirl in a lock of his white hair. The albino teen starred both Light and Mikami down intensely.

"B-But why!?" Mikami's now shaky voice questioned Light. "Why won't they die!?" He began to quickly scribble in the Death Note again.

Light's face was still frozen in shock. He hadn't moved nor made a sound since the forty seconds had expired. His eyes were wide and he was slightly shaking himself.

"God! I did everything you told me to!" Mikami exclaimed to Light, his false god.

"Rester, Gevanni! Take him down, now!" Near called out to two of his fellow SPK members.

"Ghaaa! No!" Mikami exclaimed and took a hurried step back.

The two men rushed up to Mikami, one grabbing him from behind while the other handcuffed his arms in front. Mikami dropped the notebook, but managed to keep the pen in hand. "Noooo!"

"Gevanni, the notebook please..." Near kept in his slouching position but held his right arm up for the note. Stephen Gevanni obediently handed the notebook to his leader. "If you didn't believe me earlier, then see for yourselves..."