A/N: This is just a short bit on one of the ways that Light could have come out on top. I think I'm going to use this story as a repository for all my kooky little ideas, instead of making a new story for each one and cluttering up the place. Don't worry, I'll tell you the time frame of each chapter so that you don't get too confused.
I do not own Death Note. If I did, (I had a pretty funny one here, but I thought it might be offensive, so I'm not writing it. It's hilarious. Too bad you'll never see it.)
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"Matsuda! What do you think you're doing! Shoot them! Kill them!"
Light was panicking. The Note was fake, Mikami failed and now he was outed as Kira with no way to save himself. This was terrible. Was he…
Going to die?
He calmed himself as quick as he could. Panicking would not save him. Attention turned back to the lethal piece of paper in his watch, he traced his index finger in the shape of an R.
"His blood!" Someone shouted.
Matsuda felt something snap in him, and anger welled up inside. He aimed his gun and fired, knocking the watch and the paper completely out of Light's hand, but leaving him otherwise uninjured.
Light was furious.
"Matsuda! You're supposed to understand! You know how I think, how Kira thinks! You see how people love me! They love what I am doing for them! WHY ARE'NT YOU SHOOTING THEM!?"
"You are an evil man, Light! I trusted you, followed you! And you caused your own father to die! You made him give up half of his own life! And for what? So that you could keep killing? You're insane!"
Mikami, who had been watching the scenario play out before him, finally lost it. The god he had put all of his work into had been defeated. It was just too much, and he did not want to be arrested. His life was a lie and he had failed everything that mattered to him.
He lifted the pen that had taken so many lives, and used it to take one more. His own.
As Mikami screamed and the blood poured out, the SPK and Kira Taskforce members all looked at him in awe at what the man had just done to himself.
Light took this as the perfect opportunity to escape. He bolted for the door, grabbing the fake notebook off the ground as he went. He was going to need it later. When he made it out the door, he slammed it shut and ran as fast as he could towards the car. He just made it to the passenger's side door when he heard shots being fired at him, whizzing by and threatening to end his life that already hung so precariously in the balance.
He slid over the hood of the car and got into the driver's seat. As he twisted the keys in the ignition, he briefly reprimanded Aizawa for always leaving the keys in the car. Really, it was an invitation for a car thief.
The engine started and Light floored the gas pedal. When the car only inched forward and created a hell of a racket, he removed the parking brake and the car took off. Aizawa and Matsuda, who had just barely gotten a grip on the door handles, where flung to the ground, shooting at the car's tires.
"SHIT! Near, tell me you have a car somewhere!" Aizawa was about ready to blow up on someone. Light was quickly getting away.
"Yes, on the other side. Ms. Lidner, please contact the police department and have them tell us where that vehicle is headed!"
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Mrs. Yagami sat in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil so that she could start making dinner. She hated having nothing to do: It let her think of how her husband was gone, never to come home. She could only hope that Light and Sayu would never leave her like that. She loved her family so much, which is why what happened nearly gave her a naturally induced heart attack.
Light, covered in blood and sweat, burst through the front door, panicking and breathing heavy.
"Mother! Please help me! There's a group of men after me, trying to kill me because I work with the police!" Light had given this some thought on the drive over, but his mother was no L, and easy to fool.
"What do you want me to do? I'll call the police right now!"
"No! Don't'! Just barricade the door and don't let anyone in! No-one at all!" With this, Light ran up the stairs to his room, blood dripping all the way.
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"N, we have a field officer who has located the car in question at this address…" The police chief rattled off the street name and number.
"That's the Yagami house. Why would Light go there, he must know we would check there first!" Asked a jittery Matsuda.
"He must have a spare Death Note page! Oh my God, he's still trying to kill us!" Yelled Aizawa, and he floored the pedal, going well over 100 kph, trying to get to the house before it was too late.
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Light looked at fake notebook that Mikami had written all the names into, remembering faces as he copied them onto the piece of real notebook he had in his room. After the last name had been written in, he felt as though a great burden had been lifted. Falling back into the seat, he dropped everything onto the floor, let his head loll back, and laughed just as he had in the warehouse.
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The officers finally reached the Yagami residence and demanded to be let in. When Mrs. Yagami refused, they attempted to kick the door down, but it had been barricaded. Panicking, Matsuda did a dive-roll through a window, looked around, and noticed the blood trail upstairs. He ran up as fast as his tired legs could take him.
As he opened the door, gun in hand, he saw Light's face looking at him upside down, from his computer chair, with a huge smile on his face.
"… 40." Was all that Light said, as he watched his one time associate fall to the ground, dead from a heart attack. The rest of the team had fallen inside the house, after they had climbed in through the window. Mrs. Yagami couldn't take the sight and fainted.
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Light woke up some time later. The blood on his hands was congealing, giving it a disgusting texture, and he grimaced as he wiped it off on Matsuda's coat. He stumbled to his feet, unbelieving at what had just occurred. He opened the door, walked outside and fell to his knees.
Everyone was dead, except for his dear mother. But she had seen far to much, and that would be rectified soon enough.
Light recovered the real Death Note from Near's corpse. He smiled and slid to the ground against a wall. He was safe. He had won. It was over.