Disclaimer: I don't own anything that's in this story besides my OC's. Therefore I don't own Death Note and it's plot. So no suing here~!! ^_^

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9 PM Tuesday Nov. 28 2006

Light's mind was going a mile a minute.

Thoughts were jumbling together, coming over one another in a constant cycle where one would refute the other. A fight of pure logic of one's understanding of this world over what one's own eyes seeing a seemingly impossible action to actually be possible. Blood was pumping within his veins, he felt it thrumming even as he forced himself to walk calmly with a passive face, going towards a destination to perhaps try it again.

To try the heavy weight within his bag, a notebook with the eerie words of 'Death Note' scrawled upon the cover.

That man, Otoharada Kurou, died by a heart attack exactly forty seconds after Light wrote his name down. It was just to check if it was just a game like he thought it would be, a prank. He found no need to try it when Hirayama was there, the both of them occupying each others time with the project and idle talk in his room. It was a nice distraction, a way to pass time and he felt like someone could actually follow his thoughts and easily catch up with his ideas and she gave her own. But when he arrived in his room today, his eyes kept staring at his drawer that held the notebook, a tug from an unknown source spurring him on to finally try it.

And now he's a murderer.

He shook his head, as if that would be enough to push those thoughts away. He's being ridiculous there's no way, it was just a coincidence. And that is why he has to try it again, he has to try it on a person no one would miss. A criminal, a deviant that always causes trouble. Light checked over the area, seeing he wasn't in the best neighborhood to be in at night after he was released from cram in Gamou. Which was another thought that kept squeezing and rattling in his mind, the fact that Hirayama wasn't present for class.

It bothered him, since the unique girl with purple eyes was indeed lazy, did not mean she ever missed a day of cram classes. Although she does get more lost in her thoughts, Light observed. Can't say he doesn't do the same however. Additionally, it didn't help the mysterious texts he got during his class as his mind tried to find a target while holding his composure.

'Chocolate overdose'

'Need help with note in red'

Light, seeing the second text, paused. Focusing on the word 'note' and 'red', interesting words after a newscast of a man dying of a heart attack most likely due to the black notebook in his bag.

Nimble hands clenched within his tan overcoat.

Hirayama likely knows about it, but the other words...it was so odd and ridiculous that he decided to push it to the side and that Hirayama was just teasing him again in her own way. She tends to do that with everybody else in school. He has more pressing matters to tend to like-

"Why, if it works Yagami-kun, you'd be labeled a murderer. And no one likes a murderer."

Light bit his inner cheek.

He reached to a magazine store, spotting men with motorcycles outside of it bothering a woman, while citizens just stood and stared or ignored to stroll along their way. His ears pricked once he entered, seeing the television within the store talking about the yakuza group again and how suspected members were released due to lack of evidence. For a mere moment, he wondered as he looked at the television if it was best to write their names down, since their faces were being displayed and it was highly likely they were part of the group but he erased it from his mind. He has to see for himself with his own two eyes right in front of him if it works, so Light turned away from the screen to instead walk towards a random magazine in front of the large glass window where one can perfectly see men harassing a defenseless woman. He placed the black notebook within the magazine, and wrote the name that one of the men stated, making sure he spelled it different ways to leave no room for error. He added the word 'accident' as an afterthought for every name variation.

Shaky soft caramel looked out the window, staring and waiting. Shibumura Takuo chased the running woman who was desperately trying to get away as she cried for help that no one was giving, the motorcycle revved excitedly. A horn was heard, bright headlights overpowering the street and the motorcyclist died, skidding along the growing red streets within the ironically red district of the Kanto region.

Sweat formed in the back of his neck and face, his shock for once not being hidden but allowed for anyone to see if they looked at his direction. Wide eyes lowered to the notebook, seeming to stare at him in prideful glee as if to say: "I told you I can do it". Light swallowed his dry mouth, trying to calm down and relax his tense shoulders but could not.

'It works...! The Death Note works, its real! That man...his blood is everywhere, but he-' He stopped, licking his lips as he carefully put the notebook back into his bag. He started walking towards the door he entered from, but the television once again caught his eye, the headlines stating 'Choko Yakuza Most Likely Cause of Human Trafficking in Kanto'.

Light froze.

Choko...Note...Red...

The newscaster continued to speak, going onto say how the group preferred young woman as they were the age group that kept disappearing the last few months.

*Chokorēto, the word in their native language meaning chocolate. Take away the last two syllables and you get the word Choko.

Choko overdose.

Light inwardly cursed, quickly exiting the store and ignoring the chaos outside the store due to the downed man that was dead and causing the black streets to turn scarlet. He felt sick, but his blood was pumping now for another reason. He took out his phone, checking over his messages again that Hirayama sent at an alley. Reading them over again quickly, calculations going through his mind as he read once more with cold understanding.

'Chocolate overdose'

Overdose from drugs due to Choko. Highly likely due to chloroform since it is a drug that causes the quickest reaction as an anesthetic and can be accessible to a group like the yakuza for nasty business.

'Need help with note in red'

I'm in trouble, in the red light district, use the Death Note. Light bit his lip at this, checking over the time she sent this message to him.

6:35 PM

The time where the bus stop near his house gets taken by the public bus. He warned her to not take the bus, was she in a rush? If she saw the news like he did as he suspected, then perhaps she was in shock but there's no time for this! It's 9:30 PM as of now, basically three hours have passed since Choko members took her. He can just call the police for her possible whereabouts and they will surely find her. He moved to dial, but paused.

Light clenched his teeth. If that would work then the National Police Agency would've found the many other missing woman that the group has taken as a result of their greed and disgusting nature. Hirayama would be long gone into an unfamiliar new area with a random man over her before the force could even find a hint of her. Another thing himself and Hirayama could've talked about in great detail within their presentation, the lack of action and results within the force of Japan but that does not matter as of now. What matters is Hirayama and there's one way to gain fast results to rescue her.

He needs to use the notebook as she asked. Light closed his phone, tightening his hold on it and pressing it close to his rapidly beating chest.

But... he'll be a murderer. He is a murderer, he just killed two people but Hirayama needs help. Who knows what they can be doing to her? As of right now? Even just thinking about the possibilities is just wasting time and his hesitation is not helping, but the notebook can help. He killed those two men, but one was going to hurt little kids and teachers while the other was openly violating a woman.

So it's justified...right? It has to be!

This is the only way to save Hirayama in the most reliable and safest way possible, surely yakuza members will make a show if one of their men died yes? The Choko though are slippery, never seemed the sharpest in Light's eyes due to how many 'suspected' members there were. And Hirayama didn't seem the type to throw away lives for no good reason, her reputation at school was always a kind and patient girl so if she thinks it's best to use it then perhaps it is.

'Deceiving,' a voice whispered in his mind but he openly ignored it. If that was true, then they're...Light clicked his tongue in annoyance, scanning where he was carefully within the alley.

Their headquarters are around here, he just has to walk and examine the buildings for a subtle sign of their territory. Yakuza tend to use different forms of symbols with different meanings in areas that help contribute to their unsavory business and with the lack of brightness the group had, Light should've talked to his father to help in this case after all he thought as he ran his hand up his hair in self-loathing frustration and worry. If he did, Hirayama wouldn't have been in this mess.

They may not be close, not even something like friends despite his father wanting him to become with her in a single weekend, but he always respected her and saw her as an equal as well as them even being a bit alike and the thought of her being beaten down and used like a mere plaything brought a fire into his gut and anger in his eyes.

Light walked deeper into the alley, taking out the notebook as his mind tried to place the names and faces that was shown within the magazine store as well as all the other newscast he's watched about the group.

A pen clicked, and it seemed to echo in Light's ears as he forced his shaky hands to write.

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10:35 PM Tuesday Nov. 28, 2006

Yuki did not open her eyes as she laid on the cold hard floor until she chose to do so.

She regained consciousness a little over forty five minutes ago, hearing the men walking back and forth being rowdy, their voices echoing along with their footsteps that would at times be too close to her. Voices that would speak of women and children as things, as cargo and money and nothing more. She maintained this silence and her stillness despite realizing her wrists and ankles were tied with zip ties, an observation she made by using her fingers that were behind her back to feel out her restraints to orchestrate a way to break from the uncomfortable ties. Despite that subtle movement of her hands, and quick glance around the area behind Yuki's bed of spiky hair, she stayed still and feigned unconscious as she laid on her side with a metal wall behind her.

A warehouse, Yuki concluded, her round ears seeming to be in echolalia due to the little sounds that would bounce off the walls.

If the echoes of their footsteps weren't enough, then the metal structure of this building when she opened her eyes carefully to survey the area when she first awoke. It seems she was also the only one to be their catch for the day, since no whimpering was heard nor the men talking about a new deal besides her. It was odd to her that they did not care for their obnoxious chatter within the normally quiet building, suggesting that the lot they were at was abandoned. If not, then the echoes were clearly misleading as well as the large space that was within the room Yuki was currently in.

Warehouse or not, it's going to be difficult to escape. A semblance of hope would be if there were other girls here that can provide a necessary distraction for her escape, but alas. It is not so.

She would have to rely on Light Yagami, the one who is or is not like her.

The dependence she must give rattles her but her other plans of leaving this place singlehandedly left her mouth unsavory, her face wanting to contort in disgust but she hid it with a pressing of bruised trembling lips.

Ah. It seems that they–

Yuki stopped, her stomach doing flips as thoughts raced and pure revulsion  and loathing going through her, but she couldn't think much about her tarnished pride because yelps were heard by the three men who took her as well as another man of slender build. A metal sound clanked and skittered across the ground, the noise hissing in her ears. An eyelid opened to reveal crystal amethyst.

"What the fuck?! Oi! Osaho! Get up!" The man, with wild brown hair and dark hollow brown eyes to match, shouted. Frantically moving back and forth around the fallen man upon the ground. Pale hands clenched, and a body slightly jerked forward.

"What's wrong with him...did he get a stomachache or something...?" Another asked, the bus driver with black graying hair and wrinkled face, eyes wide in disbelief as he stepped back.

The other, the extra that was not there for her capture, stood over the downed man with greasy hair and tattoo on his neck and placed his fingers on his neck. His focused expression dramatically changed to strained as he looked down. Nimble fingers reached and grabbed and quickly went to work over the distress.

"He's...he's dead."

Yuki's lips twitched. A pawn has been swiped from the board.

"W-what?! How? Was he having a heart attack? Is that what happened? Ichita?"

The extra, Ichita, only stared. Not answering, causing the bus driver to step further back, a few feet away from her, as if trying to escape from the reality that his possible friend is gone just like that. With a snap of a finger. Hands trembling, with legs to match and Yuki could only do her best to resist a mocking snicker.

'Well, well, well,' Yuki thought in amusement as a calmness started to come over her despite her rapid beating chest. 'Golden boy truly has a golden heart after all.' She withheld to move once more, waiting for a chance as pale wrists that were raw from the ties now feel comfortable. Her guard did not lower, for no more bodies went to the floor, meaning that Light has not been able to write other names that belong to the men who've captured her. Which in truth is a difficult task, news about suspected members have been popping up at least once every week and for someone to remember all of them would simply be insane.

But, she knows Light, or rather has observed Light from afar in their years of high school and he is a golden perfect boy that always seems to remember little stupid things and that's perfect for her. That, or he lost face and did not wish to write anymore which does not bode well for her.

She must move on her own with herself as a game piece, a Queen.

"...it's impossible. He was...good. Healthy...!He's thirty eight after all, he never talked about a heart attack before so what the fuck is this?!"  The man with wild brown hair asked, arms waving erratically as sweat came down his face.

"Calm yourself, Hako," Ichita commanded, voice low. "This is clearly something else. Does anyone know what he ate?"

"Are you saying he was poisoned?!" Wild hair, Hako, yelled. "This...we all ate together at that sushi place in Shinjuku, does that mean me and Inukoshi will...?!"

"N-no way," the bus driver, Inukoshi, startled like a jittery animal as he stepped back once more. "Do y-you think...think that Tengoku planted some members in the restaurant we ate at? That's...that can't be though, we would've died already right? How would they even know we were going to eat there?"

"Which is why that the thought of our rivals doing that would be ridiculous." Ichita sighed, hand going through too dark hair. "This is great. We were expecting another shipment too but it seems there will be a change of plans." Ichita continued to speak about the annoyance of it all, but she tuned him out when he said one word that referred to her and to others who have been in this position with tearful shaking eyes and screams that no one could hear.

'A shipment,' Yuki repeated, eyes hidden behind her bangs. 'I'm a mere object to these disgusting toys who sins are greed and envy and a rather poor display of wrath. How arrogant for them to think I will leave and nod my head willingly as they ship me somewhere I don't know with my only reason to living at that time is to fuck, how arrogant of them indeed.'

She continued to quietly seethe in her thoughts, but that did not stop the trickle of fear within her that she did her best to push down.

The man that seemed to be the only one who has a brain went through his pocket and took out his phone, starting to dial as he turned around with Hako going towards him to follow, Inukoshi staying in place.

An opening.

"What are you doing? Who are you calling?" Hako asked, voice wary, eyes still glancing over at the dead body that was by Inukoshi in fear only to look back at the only intelligent man that was within the group.

"Calling our doctor, that's what. It can't be a heart attack that Osaho died from so it was clearly something else. I'm sure our specialist can figure out the reason on why," Ichita replied tiredly, calling said doctor only for no answer. He left a voicemail either way on their location and situation and snapped his phone shut, if Yuki could see his face she imagined his expression was morphed into a scowl but she can care less, she must get out of here. "Damn, no answer. Perhaps I should call in a favor from—"

There was a grunt. No, more of a noise of pain. And another man fell onto the floor in the most ungraceful of manners, limbs moving this way and that as he groaned.

Hako and Ichita turned, eyes wide as they saw another man of theirs fall.

Yuki yanked out the knife from the quivering bus driver's shin, and quickly aimed for the other to make sure he stayed down, sweaty hands firm around the sharp weapon to keep it from slipping.

She looked up, tight eyes flashing, lips curled dangerously as blood was pooling on the ground in a fast pace. Hands drenched in scarlet, twisting the weapon she managed to get and use to her advantage that was ever so dropped luckily by her once the first man fell into the Inukoshi, the dog's leg. Uncaring as he whimpered pathetically.

Although both men were shocked, Hoka even more so with his pitiful yelp, it did not deter Ichita from quickly taking out the pistol from his ever large pocket to aim at her body that was ever so carefully behind the bus driver's body due to his erratic movements and growing weakness from loss of blood.

"What are you doing, little lady?" Ichita asked, gun not straying from her form despite his comrade's body in front of her as a shield. "If you don't mind, I suggest putting that knife down. Me and my buddies have had enough problems for the day and another dead body to the list will make my mood sour then it was already. So," his forefinger moved to the trigger, "why don't you relax young *Onna(woman)?"

Yuki was unamused, eyes narrowing as she kept her smirk. Keeping the ploy.

"Hmph...why would I do that? For you guys to tie me up again?" She drawled, keeping the knife in her hand as she moved it towards Inukoshi's neck. A clear threat. One Ichita didn't overlook, and cause Hoka to screech.

"What are you doing you bitch?! Get away from him before this guy next to me puts a pretty little hole in your head!"

"No. I don't think so."

Hoka sputtered waving his arms around and appeared to march towards her but stopped once a hand splayed across his chest. Hoka looked over questioningly at Ichita, but the man only rose a brow at her, keeping his arm out that held the gun. Never straying from her form, forefinger resting on the trigger.

"You don't hold your life in high regard do you? Little onna, it's very simple to just pull the trigger of this gun like my friend states. And you'd be gone. Just like that. Just a shipment that didn't want to play nice to hold." He mocked, lips moving to form a semblance of a smile but only caused her irritation. "Let go of the knife."

She wasn't sure to spit at him or laugh at him. This idiot, this fool has the gall to talk to her like that. Like she was an air headed coward that couldn't see right through them that they actually do not wish harm upon her.

A throaty chuckle reverberated throughout her body.

Both men's eyes narrowed, everyone ignoring Inukoshi's weak whimpers and pleas as he tried to paw his hand at Yuki. What a weakling to get down with two stabs to both legs.

Hard amethyst like the crystal they represent, stared at them. An odd look was in Ichita's eyes.

"Careful now," she purred, making sure her smirk did not falter as sweat fell from her brow, "death tends to follow me around. Look at what happened to your friend~. And finding a catch like me with my eyes surely have helped you lot to gain an extra budget." Ichita hand was shaking as he held the gun, eyes turning glassy, but Yuki didn't falter." I wonder, how many hefty offers have already been made with me?"

'Damn it, Light! Hurry up!'

Hoka scowled at her.

"You better stop talking or we'll really—"

A shot rang out, causing Yuki to flinch. Inukoshi and Hoka both yelped, one obviously weaker then the other. Her eyes flicked towards the shooter, eyes widening.

Ichita was kneeling, holding his hand to his chest as he weakly tried to get up, face scrunched in pain. Hoka stepped back, growing pale but she could careless as her shoulders relaxed slightly at looking at the dying man, blood still pounding in her ears.

Her lips curled wickedly, a breathy laugh coming out of her lips as Hoka turned his eyes towards her in fear.

'Golden boy is not so golden now, scarlet now marring your perfect image that you try so hard to keep. What shall you do now?'

Eyes gazed at the scared jittery young man, amused.

"I warned you didn't I? Death likes to follow~," Yuki chuckled, and Hoka sprinted out the door of the warehouse, giggles like chimes ringing in his mind.

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11 PM Tuesday Nov. 28, 2006

Light hid behind the corner as a man ran past him, fear in his eyes like he saw the Devil and was hot in his heels as he continued to run from the warehouse.

He released a breath that he didn't realize he held, hands tight around the cryptic notebook. Brown eyes turned towards the direction of the building, and he could only hope he made it in time with the hasty plan he made up in his mind to save Hirayama. Despite him appearing to have missed one. But Light got a good look of the man as he ran away, if anything happens.

He peered over at both directions then started to walk towards the building.

Light's original plan seemed too weak, killing as many members that came to his mind to possibly stop them from transporting Yuki—Hirayama—away. But that would not help him find her location, which can be anywhere in the red light district. And it would also attract too much attention if he simply did heart attacks, so he had to quickly try to interpret the rules that were in English and apply them to the many names he had written down in different variations when it came upon his mind to make their death more subtle. He always worked well under pressure.

Although, it took him a bit to change and form the deaths.

Light swallowed and closed his eyes briefly at the thought he had to put in to kill—murder—exterminate? He shook his head, all the thought he had to put in to save Yuki. He did make some deaths heart attacks, making everything erratic like how he was feeling. The entry he kept putting in after the first few deaths was what aided him the most however.

'Call 81-3-XXX-XXX to tell the receiver the address of your current location that is holding a young woman with purple eyes in a guise that you are calling another from the Choko Yakuza group and quickly hang up, disappointed at being directed to voicemail. Point gun towards fellow member then kill him with a shot'

It was tedious to keep writing it over and over next to names that happened to come upon his memory, but it was for a good cause.

It was for a good cause, Light repeated. Like how his father always left their house absent of his presence to help others, for a good cause.

The last sentence that he wrote down was just him hoping against hope, he thought he read something along the lines of one can't force a person to kill another using the Death Note but he had to try. Try to get rid of all the men that kidnap and hurt women and the people around them, to get rid of the ones who can care less about people's lives. Who hurt and hurt, and use and use, and a constant cycle of hurting innocents who are crying and wailing for a savior.

They don't care, they'll never care. That's why it makes sense on why he's doing this.

Light's eyes flashed.

To get rid of these rotten people.

'They're still people,' a voice that can only be his conscious whispered, 'you've killed people.'

No! He's...yes he killed...but it's to save, it's to save others, to save Yuki.

It's for a good cause.

Light's gut wrenched painfully, and he was afraid he was going to throw up like he almost did by the magazine store as he grew closer to the warehouse, hand in front of his mouth as the other held the notebook. The notebook that is causing his sickness.

His ears pricked at an odd sound coming from within. He carefully walked, putting the Death Note away in his bag just in case, and peered through the open door. Amber eyes widened.

There was Hirayama Yuki, kneeling by a bleeding man's body as she held a knife slick with red. She looked up, her unique eyes gazing into his amber ones.

Light never felt so exposed like in that moment.

He entered the warehouse, brows furrowed in concern as he looked at her body up and down. Ignoring the bodies around him.

"Yuki-san, are you alright? Let me help you." Light went over, grabbing both of her arms to lift her up, her hair shadowing her face as she still held the knife tightly between her right hand. He frowned.

She must be in shock. What does he do? Does he call a hospital? But this whole situation is sort of odd and he doesn't want her to be bombarded with questions by the NPA, despite how normally kind his father is. Yuki needs quick assistance and to be looked over—

Under Light's hands, Yuki's body shuddered as a laugh escaped from her. It increased, her laughter bouncing off the walls and making him flinch from the odd forced sound that irritated his ears. This isn't...how he imagined her to act.

She lifted her head up, one watery purple eye visible for him behind her wall of mocha hair, which was blinking rapidly. Pale and normally smooth lips now chapped were openly grinning and Light can only think how wrong it looked. It was like she was forcing it...like...

Like how he forces his smiles.

Yuki stopped laughing, in sync with Light's growing understanding and realization about the both of them. Amethyst flicked towards amber and stayed.

"Here comes along the golden boy to my rescue. I feel so honored." She paused, lowering her head for a moment as her lips twisted pitifully. He frowned and his brows furrowed deeply in concern for the normal kind and patient girl, that he always respected and felt a kinship with.

Then again, what is normal?

Disgusting criminals with empty minds always ruining someone's life every day? Celebrities getting away with murder and rape? Children being used, women being sold, men weaving lies?

Is normal pretending that none of this exists? Turning a blind eye? Putting a mask for others that everything is fine and pleasant and that you're not at all just tired?

Being sick of the injustices in the world and growing tired of it...?

Her head lifted once more to look at him, eyes deep and watery like the great vast sea that surrounds their country.

"Maa, Light," she said with amusement, eyes twinkling darkly, "men truly are disgusting creatures aren't they?"

He did not notice her using his name informally, only her eyes and her words afterwords as he analyzed them. Like it was his first time actually seeing her. The real Hirayama Yuki and not the mask.

Honey brown eyes turned towards the bodies around them, bodies who only caused harm for others without ever getting caught or punished for their actions against the innocent, who always get away and just hurt and hurt. Who never get the Justice they deserve. Like the ones they spoke in their presentation.

Eyelids lowered in understanding, and Light spoke in a voice that was cold and judging to his ears. The notebook didn't feel so heavy now.

"Ah." He replied, hands on her arms to keep her steady as they tightened for a moment, "they truly are Yuki."

It was for a good cause.

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This took wayyyyyy longer then it needed it to be. But I wanted to try my best at making a Light that has to be strategic using the Death Note early, but of course for another's benefit. The other being Yuki.

With this change, Light has killed more people in his first day then before...whether or not Light will need more then two days to recover from killing a handful of people compared to canon is something I must think about.

His and Yuki's project did speak about how criminals should be rightly punished, and Light was doing his inner monologue earlier about how it's right on what he's doing because he's trying to save someone, but has not yet made himself think he can become a God yet. As you saw, he thinks that he's right. Because if he didn't use the Death Note, Yuki and girls like Yuki would continue to suffer at the hands of this group.

Oh! And Light managed to kill only a handful of the Choko! He certainly got a few names wrong or incorrectly, but it's good for him because the odd deaths won't come back to bite him later when L comes.

Or...will it?

Light certainly got lucky either way, but Light has always had luck in both the show and manga. But of course his intellect greatly helped as well.

Hopefully I'll update faster next time, Ciaossu~