The Scheme
Chapter One:
Prologue

The glass panels shone under the moonlight, the large building silent and sturdy. It added to the illusion that the building was essentially empty, surrounded by the night's dark gaze and the ever-present nightly crowd as the shops closed down. It wasn't too suspicious that the building was closed at this hour, it was a week-end and they were known to close early with very few loitering around.

No one could guess that the said building was hosting many of the world's leaders, along with a few respectable well known figureheads, in a large conference. Well, many hadn't arrived personally or it would have caused a big issue with the reporters, but rather sent their trusted assistants with a computer connected to them. Those who could arrive inconspicuously did so.

The conference was held to discuss the latest problems of the leaders- the loss of control they had on their citizens, the rise in criminals worldwide, and the general lack of capable men and women to help the world improve. Essentially, they were there to complain about their problems.

Quillish Whammy was secretly amused by the ruckus all of them were making inside the sealed hall. It was always fun to watch grown men fight like children, scratching up old wounds and screaming possessively over their 'toys'. However, he did not come here to oversee a whole meeting being wasted on fights when he could finally use this opportunity to successfully start up his plans.

Mr. Whammy gently pushed back his chair and tapped on his given microphone twice. The motion had failed to catch any of their attention. He sighed and slowly loosened the connection of the wires slightly, before tapping again. The earsplitting screech had done its job nicely, so Quillish just smiled politely and readjusted the connection. He tapped again to check and began.

"My dear friends, I wish to propose a plan of action," Watching them curiously lean over their chairs, he continued. "As many of you know, my IQ nearly exceeds 170 by preconceived standards. What I propose will require co-operation by most of you. And, you also may know that the modern youth is undeniably smarter than many of us combined, and they are young enough to have potential to turn into something great. With that being said, I propose creating an organization that will protect these talented individuals and guide them towards the right path. There are obviously many prodigal children out there; we just have to gather them and raise them properly."

There was a low hum of murmuring surrounding him, and Quillish Whammy took his time surveying the crowd around him- a definitely interested crowd. Quillish smiled politely, and softly cleared his throat, recapturing their attention. "Of course, we would need to test your citizens on the basis of their general intelligence. The only issue is that we would need to test everyone- the rich, the average, the poor and the underground criminals- that are under the age range." He could hear a few gasps surrounding him, and he sighed, expecting that.

They all sat silently jotting notes and questions, with a common courtesy to wait until he finished explaining before commenting on anything. Mr. Whammy had to smile at that, it was one of the few things he actually liked about most of them- their manners. "All under the age range of 17 to 4 should be tested, modified for the different ages, of course. It would cause a lot of problems, yes, but I assure you all that if it is a success, then the rest would be easy."

Then Quillish Whammy gave a bow and prepared himself to answer the questions.

"The delegate of the republic of North and South Korea asks whether it is necessary for all countries to join your programme. This delegate feels it to be unnecessary and a waste of crucial time."

Mr. Whammy nodded sagely, "Of course, it is not necessary for all countries to join. I have heard well of some countries, many of their young being smart and helpful to keep their countries prosperous."

"The delegate of the United States of America feels the need to ask what we should tell our general public. This delegate feels that the programme you are suggesting will cause a riot among this delegate's citizens. The press would have a field day over an 'unnamed conspiracy by the governments of the world' and 'governments planning world domination'. This delegate questions how you would prevent this."

"The place should be of high security and in a secret location. It would be best to inform the public that the test was a failure and ask the families of the selected to be silent about it. With proper procedure, the families will remain silent." Quillish sighed, "All the press will know is that this was another failed attempt by all the governments to help the country improve. We will erase all existing data of the selected youth for maximum security."

"The delegate of Nepal wishes to know whether Mr. Whammy has heard of the law stating that each citizen has its own rights that the government is not privy to violate."

Quillish smiled at that one. "Yes, but the citizens of a country are also obliged to help their country in the best way they can. Furthermore, I know that most of those around us have security systems that already violate that rule of privacy. I'm sure most of you will not have much problem with this one."

Mr. Whammy then frowned, and decided to elaborate some more. "This is to protect the extraordinary from harm, and to guide them properly. The teaching staff would be of the very best, and will imprint a need to serve their countries into the children. They'll be raised to look out for a common good and with a sense of justice. I believe that with proper funding, this will most definitely succeed. You can trust the preparation of the test by me and my close friend, Mr. Rodger."

Quillish had to smile at the most crucial question came to mind. "What will the organization be called?" He closed his eyes, stroking his bushy gray moustache as he answered, "The Whammy House"

He spoke a bit further, easing the worries of some of them and making them trust him. His calm smile remained throughout as the governments joined together to support his plans on 'protecting the young prodigies and leading them to the right path.' When the discussion ended, they dismissed the matter and began discussing about the poverty of the world currently.

Quillish sighed contently and paid little attention to the rest of the meeting. They could handle themselves without him for a while. He had more important things to think about. He finally was going to get what he had always wanted- a family.

"-They called it the 'The Young Genii Protection Act', and it seemed as if no one could escape assessment. It began on the developed countries first- like the United States, the United Kingdom, France, Japan, New Zealand, Germany, Australia, Canada, and others. Currently, there are only a few who haven't employed these tests. However, the main question is not 'What is happening?' but rather 'Why is it happening?'- Why do our leaders suddenly seem interested in something they have never focused on before? Why now? Why worldwide? What are they planning? And the most important question- what do they want to do with those children once they get their hands on them?

This is reporter Takada speaking live outside our president's residence, and I assure you all, that I will not rest until I get all the answers-"

Soichiro Yagami sighed and switched off the television. Honestly, the reporters these days made a fuss about nearly everything. He worked in the police force and knew for a fact that no government would cause this big of a commotion for a scheme of sorts. It caused too much of a mess and dragged a lot of attention onto themselves.

"Hey, Otoo-san, do you want a cool glass of water? You look tired." Spoke his daughter, Sayu Yagami, offering the said glass of water with one hand.

Soichiro smiled wearily and took it from her, "Of course, thank you."

"Okay, then, I'm going to Raito-nii-san for help in my homework," She grinned, skipping out of the living room before her father could reply.

Soichiro was a proud father of two lovely children who barely did much wrong. There was his youngest daughter, Sayu, who was bright, cheerful, outgoing, yet polite. She was his princess and thrived in the attention. Like any other close siblings, she too liked to pester her brother for nearly everything- but it was obvious she cared. She was definitely smart, but he wasn't really worried about her right now.

And then, there was his eldest son, Raito Yagami. Raito had always been clever and active since he was young. He has won many awards and holds records in many academic and sports related events, both at his school and regional competitions. He respected his elders, barely ever spoke against his parents and always took care of his sister without complaints. In short, he was the perfect son. He could even be considered as a genius. That is what worried Soichiro Yagami right now.

He sighed again, taking another sip of the water. In a few days, they were due to take some sort of tests for the programme. Only then would he know anything for sure. It's not like he was planning on going against the government, Soichiro snorted. For now, only time will tell what is going to happen- he should not worry too much. Like Sachiko always told him- worrying always gave him grey hairs.

Dun-Dun-DAHH! So how was it? My first Death Note fic, so please go easy on me if I don't get something right. I have read many Death Note fics and I absolutely love the Whammy Orphanage and the people in it.

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-Crimson ;3