Taking Over

Matt returned just in time. He had just sat down and was on the verge of calling down Matthias and Cassandra when the call came.

“Well, at least they called first.” He turned to Hal. “Tell them they might be stuck in their rooms for awhile.”

Matt hit the button. “Yes, Mister President.”

“No doubt you know that Mason is dead but I was informed that you were missing during this time and did not tell anyone where you were going. Can you explain that?”

Matt took a silent breath. “I had to meet a contact. He’s an old friend of the original L’s and I got a tip-off from L about the Canadian border concerning Kira .”

There was a pause. “Of the original L?” A tip-off from L? He must really be incompetent…or he must have already suspected him…and then gave him tip-off. Maybe it was just an effective trap?

“Yes. I assume I’m under suspicion of being Kira?”

“I can only come to that, I’m afraid.”

Yeah, with help from L, you jerk-off.

“All right. What do you intend to do?”

The president shifted his tie, tapping his pencil. “I just want to ask your team a few questions.”

“That’s fair. I would do that same.” And now he’ll say--

“I’d also like to confine you during the questioning.”

“That’s to be expected.” Nonetheless, he let the man hear something of an aggravated sigh.

“I understand that this may set you back but it must be done.”

“Of course, Mister President.” I need to get out from under this guy’s thumb asap. L worked separately from the police…I need to get to that point and fuck all these guys. It shows how much power I don’t have that I’m under these peoples’ thumbs. But…I still have to, technically, work within the law. Justice. But…to work as L—hell, I still need the trust of the UN and other police forces in the world.

“Will you come down to the New York branch office for the FBI, separate from your staff?”

“Of course.”

“I will make a call and send four vehicles. I’m sorry, but I already have a officers for each of you on the way and I would like you to keep this line open until they arrive.”

“I will.” But he suddenly jerked up, rushed over to one of the computers, reaching under it for the bug. Silent. He took a paperclip, opened it and erased the data. Then he replaced it. He looked at them. They’ll probably sweep this building. He held a finger to his lips and gestured to the autolocks for each floor, raising his hand. Turn them all off.

Hal blinked but padded, silent to the button and did so. Matthias suddenly appeared on one of the screens, phasing in. Matt rushed over, raising a finger to his lips. The man studied him and nodded and disappeared. Thank God the main cameras only monitor and I already destroyed the recordings from my own room. He watched Matthias leave his room and head down a hallway. He switched over to Cassandra, who was doing the same.

I’ll just have to trust them for the moment.

It wasn’t ten minutes before the officers came in. There was one for Hal, one for Gevanni, two for Rester and two for Matt.

They were each put in a different car. Matt was taken to an underground room of the building. He was hand-cuffed and put in a cell. He sat on the cold metal bench, leaning back against the wall.

I can trust them…I can trust them. Christ, it’s so hard to trust people. If everything goes the way I think it will, I can go back to Diante and get the stuff and then go by Rustam’s and get my notes. Never know what these guys might tell L. Tch. Or Kira. Bastards.



Light sat in his chair in his room, fingers meshed together, elbows on his knees, chin on his fingers. Shidoh was hanging around with Ryuuk in the corner. Misa came in, dressed in a frilly, short pink skirt and a black tank top. She avoided going near Shidoh.

“She doesn’t like me,” Shidoh muttered to Ryuuk. “Why not?”

“Oh, she does.”

Misa scowled at him. “No, I don’t! He’s not cute like you are, Ryuuk.”

Ryuuk shrugged. Shidoh seemed to deflate.

“Misa, knock it off. Shidoh is only here for the notebook. We have to come up with a way to get it back to him.” Light had his back to them, which was lucky, as his face would have given away his aggravated thoughts, rather then his calm, steady voice.

Shidoh perked.

Misa pouted and went to him, drapping her arms around his neck. “Liiiiight. You’ve been up for two days, come to bed with me~!”

Light scowled. He waited for a time to see if Hoope would contact him but there was no word and no word from M either. That must mean they’ve got him. However, I don’t know how far my word will go. I may need to come up with more. They’ll confine him during questioning. They might come up with something in his headquarters. I could get them to contact me if they find anything…of course, I’ll have to be careful about how I contact anyone in the United States…who knows who else M might have put that logging program on…I can’t believe…tch…that bastard…but there’s nothing he can do while he’s confined…

“Stop, Misa. I need to make a call.”

“But Light!”

His hand clawed up but he kept himself carefully composed. “Just give me a moment, Misa.”

So, once again, he contacted David Hoope, asking for an update.

“We’ve taken him and his team into custody. We’re questioning his team, and him, of course.”

“Do you really believe…I did not want to raise suspicion but the chance is high that he could be Kira. Will you be doing a sweep of his building?”

“Yes, I have people going through all the floors and the central center.”

“Would it be possible for you to contact me if you find anything?”

“Yes…that seems a good course of action in this situation.”

“I appreciate that, Mister President. It may lead us to finally close this case.” He hung up. Of course, I’ll come up with something to tell them after they give him the death sentence, or even if they lock him up. L suggested a transfer of powers. That’s always something I could say and I’m on a safe track again with that guy out of the way. That’s what matters but all I can do right now is wait for anything that comes up. There’s bound to be something that he didn’t have time to grab.

Misa slid her hand down his chest. “Light, you’re thinking too much again.”

He rolled his eyes. Why did such an idiot have to get the second notebook? He had to admit, even though he’d had to kill Wedy—he’d rather have had someone like her get it. She was smart and elegantly beautiful (although granted she would have been harder to manipulate and get under his control). Misa was just model beautiful. He could remember telling himself once not to let feelings get involved but that had been early on. He’d been seventeen. He was twenty-three now. He could control himself a hell of a lot better.

Not to say he wasn’t stressed, of course, and sometimes using Misa was good stress relief. Misa did not complain and she kept it completely innocent and secret from everyone. Not to mention it kept an extra tag on her, completely infatuated, and totally convinced once he’d slept with her. She had ‘won’.

Of course, Misa could be entirely shallow sometimes but…at others…even she had to pause. She’d look out the windows at the city lights and wonder what she was doing. This only happened every once in awhile, as her devotion to Light was absolute. She loved him as Kira and she loved him as himself—handsome, smart, and confident. She could be a wonderful wife to him, she was certain of it. Their relationship began with her saying he could use her. That might still have been the case. She just convinced herself that it wasn’t. And I kill for justice. But then she’d look out. Do I kill for justice or for Light? But…Light is Kira and Kira is justice! So. That’s that. And the moment would be gone and she’d leave that window.

Although…she had come to think that Ryuuzaki and his little quirks were kind of fun and his reaction when she’d given him that kiss once had been so cute.

It was sad that he and Rem had to die but it was for Light and Light was more important. He loved her and needed her and if there was one thing Misa needed…it was to be needed.

She was still behind him, him sitting in his chair and she swept his hair from his face and put her temple close to his, whispering in his ear. “Light…”

He scowled again. He was Kira, practically a god…but he was still human. Her whisper in his ear was a low trick she’d pull because she knew it got to him, and he hated it because his body reacted to it and that implied a sense of control loss, even in the slightest. He hated not being in control. “Misa. Not now.”

“Oh, Light…,” again, in his damn ear and he felt her hands glide over his shoulder, down to his collarbones and down his chest.

Shidoh kind of gave them a curious look. Ryuuk went to the table and ate an apple.

Finally, he stood up and turned to face her. “Misa, I have to concentrate right now and you have to keep writing names—“

“I’ve scheduled them, Light.” She smiled. “Besides, you have to wait until you hear from whoever those people are, right?”

He loomed over her, glaring to himself, hating her and hating himself as she kept moving her hands. He rubbed his forehead. She touched his ear, running her thumb along the shell and down his throat. He grit his teeth. He had to admit, she was good at this. Fine. Fine.

She pressed up against him, running her hand over his hip. He glanced up and jerked back, glaring at Shidoh, who jumped and looked away. Angry now, he snatched Misa’s hand and practically drug her away; she gave Ryuuk a triumphant peace sign.


Shidoh looked at the other shinigami. “What are they doing?”

“Oh. You know. That thing humans do.”

“What?”

“You know.”

“Just tell me.”

“I’m shy.”

“But Ryuuk…”

“You know, when they—nevermind.”

“Should I…I’m attached to him. So should I go in there too?”

Ryuuk looked at him. “You don’t have to be that close.”

“Yes but…you won’t tell me…”

Ryuuk rolled his eyes. “Okay, go look. Then come back and see if you can tell me about it. Then come try an apple.”

So Shidoh went through the wall.


Light shoved Misa down. She was already grabbing for his shirt buttons, smiling at him, almost smirking. In a way, he hated that smirk—because it implied she thought she was in control and it made him almost want to hurt her but then he had to remind himself—so long as he kept this love charade up, she’d stay loyal to him. The sex was just an added perk, he supposed, so long as she didn’t get pregnant, which he definitely took measures to prevent.

She wiggled under him, getting off her shirt. He took it away. He was frustrated, paranoid and stressed. Yeah. This would work for now. He pulled her up, yanking her bra off from over her head and then shoved her back down. She started to reach up to touch him. He snatched her wrists and pinned them above her head. She made a small sound of protest, which he ignored. She liked it and he knew it. He was not exactly gentle, but he didn’t hurt her either, pushing his hand up her side, over her breast, taking the nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

One thing he did like was how much she responded to him. She didn’t get vocal because he’d told her not to but her body language made up for it. How much control he could have over her was something he liked. He leaned down, sucking on her throat, littering hot, moist kisses down her shoulder. Maybe he could just pretend she was just a beautiful girl and not connected to him at all. Just concentrate on her body, which was nice. The dip and curves of her hips, gentle swell of her breasts, her smooth shoulders; she was a model and that was why. Even Ryuuzaki hadn’t been completely immune to her.

She writhed against him, turning, trying to catch his mouth. He refused to allow that, kissing down her collarbone, moving his other hand to her knee, sliding slowly up her thigh.

She closed her eyes and tried to move into his hand.

Ha, she wants me already.

There was that evil, elegant sort of smile again. He moved down, kissing her breast, sucking on the nipple.

She moaned softly.

He moved his hand, teasing over her underwear before moving it aside and touching her. She moaned again, quietly, writhing, lifting a knee and rubbing it against him. He jerked a little, which gave her an opportunity to get a hand free and unbutton his shirt, trying to push it off. He grumbled, sitting back and taking it off. He moved both hands up her thighs, rubbing in warm circles, watching her, expressionless. She was beautiful. She was. His body reacted. That was natural. He did feel a flesh of heat, watching her bite her lip, fist a hand into the blanket and her breathing pick up. It was kind of erotic.

If only she was more intelligent, someone more on his level. Then he wouldn’t have to eventually kill her.

He removed her clothes and she opened her eyes, moving her hands to his pants and undoing them, downing the zipper but then he pulled away, removing his clothes himself.

You could just relax a little, y’know? He scowled at the thought. Yeah right.

She reached for him like a child would reach for a toy, playing with her fingers. He went back over her, smoothing down over her again, moving to her inner thigh, up into that damp heat and rubbing against her.

“Mmmm, Light…”

“Be quiet, Misa.”

“Oh…I—I’m sorry…Light…” She clenched her teeth, rubbing back, moving her hands to his hips and suddenly ghosting over his length.

He clenched his teeth as her nimble, soft fingers slipped up, then back down, finally wrapping a hand around him. She caressed and massaged, sweeping a thumb over the head.

He leaned down, sucking her breast again, nipping at the underside, kissing up to her ear, flicking his tongue over the shell, breathing lightly against it.

She was already making the signs, arching against him, moving their hips together.

He complied, moving his hand away. She certainly was eager tonight. He pushed into her and covered her mouth with his free hand to muffle her moan. It was all a matter of technique after that. Then she would grip into his shoulder, breathy, saying his name against his fingers.

Completely devoted.

Though he couldn’t deny how good it did feel. That was the one point, thrusting in and out of her, that he let go a little. Then, when they both had their fill, he pulled back and watched her look at him with those tired, heavy eyes. Except this time she still seemed to have some energy. She sat up and shoved him.

“Ah--! Misa--!”

“Sshhhh! Quiet, Light!”

He glared at her but she was crawling over him, taking his cock in her hand, stroking gently, making him tense.

“Stop it.”

She didn’t. “You are so tense, Light. I’ll help you.” She smiled that almost evil smirk again and bent low, giving a generous lick.

He shuddered, cursing.

She made a self-satisfied sort of sound, sucking and licking the side, feeling firm, heavy heat. She teased.

“Misa.” It was almost a growl.

She responded by moving to the head, sucking very lightly.

He grit his teeth again, digging his fingernails into the bed. “Stop. Now.”

She didn’t and he felt that heat again. Lust. Out of all the seven deadly sins, he hated lust. It clouded the mind. It made you stupid and unlike wrath—it was harder to calm. She sucked, poking with her tongue and he tried not to shut his eyes, but he did anyway, feeling her mouth move lower, scraping lightly with her teeth, tonguing a pulsing vein. He bit down on any sort of sound, keeping control, keeping silent.

Of course, then she had to step it up a notch and suck harder, moving up and down, making delicious little sounds.

He arched, involuntary, but he couldn’t help it. She took definite advantage of that, slipping her hands up his hips. She moved her mouth off and he bit back the urge to protest but then she was sucking and licking down over him again and then smoothed her fingers over him, licking the moist head and then replaced her mouth, sucking harder, moving back and forth faster. He dug his fingernails in when he jerked and came again. She swallowed and sucked off and crawled over him, tugging on him, pulling the blankets back.

“See, now just relax.”

He had to admit. He was tired now. Misa snuggled into him and he took a deep breath, feeling sweat on both of them, damned himself and then shook his head a little. It was only natural. No feeling involved. Just physical. And he wasn’t trying to convince himself. It was true. So he laid back and closed his eyes.

Shidoh had popped in and watched up to the point where Light started to strip her and he suddenly, very clearly, understood and scrambled back through the wall ungracefully. He looked a little stricken.

Ryuuk sniggered and gestured to the basket of apples.



At the FBI branch, Hal was in one room, Gevanni in another, and Rester in another.

“All their stories match up…he went to Canada at a tip-off from L,” said an officer, watching through three monitors.

“Do you suppose L is better then we thought? Perhaps he’s been hiding it, keeping a few tricks up his sleeve?” Another tapped her pencil against the desk. “Or maybe they just listened to him tell the president that.”

“No, they don’t trust him. A lot of people don’t. He’s just a kid. He’s made some mistakes.”

“Better then nothing though.”

“But if he’s Kira…”

“Then he would have been thirteen when he started killing. He is brilliant. I have to admit that. Do you think he could have that sense of self at that age? To commit murder and not blink an eye.”

“L had that sense of self and even more at thirteen.”

She nodded. “Yes…we’ll ask them to keep an eye on him. All three of them spoke with some disdain. They’ll probably keep an eye on him. This way we won’t have to try and bug the place. He’d probably find them and from all the advanced equipment we found—he could likely compromise it without us knowing. We’ll just have them give us reports.”

“Good idea.”

She narrowed her eyes and tapped a button, watching a screen flicker, looking at Matt in his cell. “We’ll keep those three for another day and let them leave so they can prepare for everything they’ll need to watch him. We'll send him back two days after them and tell him he’s off the hook.”

“What will we do with him?”

“Interrogate him. Extensively.”

He blinked at her. “Do you think those kind of measures—“

“If he really is Kira then yes, it’s necessary. Day and night until we send him back.”

He nodded.


Matt took a deep breath, tense. He didn’t sleep very well. Nightmares again and the handcuffs were really uncomfortable.

When he heard the door to the cell block open he looked up, straightening. A tall man unlocked the cell. “If you’ll cooperate, this will make things easier.”

Matt nodded and stood. He took his glasses and blindfolded him. Matt heard the steps of two others as they went down the hallway. “Can I take a wild guess at what’s going to happen?”

The man looked at him. He had no idea who this kid was. He’d just been told to bring him to one of the rooms upstairs. He glanced at the other two, who nodded.

“Go ahead.”

“Interrogation?”

“Yes.”

“Unpleasant?”

“Probably.”

“Are they doing this to my people?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’d appreciate that information if you can give it to me,” he turned his blinded eyes to whoever was next to him, “they don’t deserve to be tortured or anything. I’m the suspect, not them.”

No one said anything.

He was strapped onto something rectangular and cold. Metallic. His arms were bound behind it, elbows digging into the edges. His wrists were held down with metal bands. His legs were bound with the same kid of metal bands. They left the blind-fold on. No surprise. I’m a Kira suspect.

“Do whatever you can to make him talk,” came a female voice from the side.

Matt took a silent breath, feeling his stomach go cold. However long he was going to be here, it was going to seem a hell of a lot longer.

But, if everything happened the way he figured, it would be worth it.

And when he got out, he could set his plan in motion and he’d get that son of a bitch for this.