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Chapter 7: Overseeing Control

L stared at the screens in front of him, acting as if he didn't notice the nervous attitude of the man beside him, who was obviously still slightly… 'displeased' with this situation his family was currently in.

As observant as he was, it was for the detective impossible not to notice. The detective sighed, winching slightly as he shifted in his seat.

Watari's age really didn't show in his fighting skills. L had quite a few bruised from that little spar, but it had served its purpose. A part of his frustration had found an output.

Next to him, the chief shifted uncomfortably again, but L tried to take no notice.

Still…after a while he started to get annoyed.

"Yagami-san, would you like some more coffee?" He eventually drawled in his usual monotone, trying to get the man to focus on something else.

Said man turned to him slowly, as if he was surprised he had actually spoken to him.

"Ah no thank you Ryuzaki."

At least he was quick to pick up his name. L approved of that. The youngest task force member named Matsuda still tended to slip up from time to time. While that didn't really matter with the hotel room as their current location, it would prove to be a problem if they were forced to get into public buildings.

Not that L was planning to go to anywhere soon.

"Maybe you should get some sleep to recover from you tiredness, Yagami-san." He continued, knowing that the man would usually fall asleep within an hour anyway.

"Ah Ryuuzaki that really isn't necess-"

"But I insist Yagami-san." The older man's eye twitched. He knew that it could practically be considered as an order. Knowing that the detective wouldn't' take a negative for an answer, the older man sighed. He wasn't surprised that the genius beside him knew that he was having a hard time staying awake.

He glanced at the screen, showing the occupants of his own house all sound asleep.

There was a very unlikely chance that anything would happen.

So maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get a few hours of sleep. Considering this, he nodded slowly in agreement.

"Well, alright then Ryuzaki. If you need me…" He moved a hand through his hair and moved himself to the couch on the other side of the room, so that he would wake up if anything interesting would occur.

"Of course, Yagami-san." The genius agreed to the unspoken sentence, moving his toes over one another as he as he once again focused on one particular screen.

Light's bedroom.

He had noticed that the teen had been restless all night, as if he wasn't used to sleeping or lying still for such long periods anymore. For L it wasn't difficult to recognise the signs, as he had them himself when he ever tried to sleep for a whole night.

However, a 'casual' conversation with the chief half an hour before had let him know that Light had always slept perfectly fine.

Though the chief did mention uncomfortably that the teen had been seemingly unwell for a while, a few weeks back.

Which was oh so coincidently just before Kira started killing.

L didn't believe in coincidences.

In his opinion, that information was already very suspicious on its own. This combined by the gut feeling he had been having ever since he had read through Light's profile led him to believe that there was more than a twenty percent chance that Light Yagami was indeed Kira.

The difficult part was finding proof to well… prove that he was indeed Kira.

His eyes stared at the figure that once again 'innocently' twisted around, mumbling some words of which L couldn't make out what he had said. Even repeating it and filtering it a few minutes later, didn't make it any better.

A vague "go away" was all he could make out.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously. Did Light know he was being watched?

The more the detective started looking for signs, the more he found. He realised the teenager really wasn't asleep. He might be resting alright, but the movement and the rhythm of his breathing showed that he indeed wasn't fully asleep.

Still there was this gut-feeling that told him there was more to it.

He glanced at the other rooms for a moment, but as predicted nothing interesting showed up.

He glanced back at the screen for a moment and leaned forward as he saw the boy twisting in his half-unconscious state.

Suddenly the boy shot up to sitting position, as if he had awoken from a nightmare, his eyes wide in shock as if something had scared him.

L froze at that sight.

For a few moments the sugar-loving detective couldn't move, as the image was gone so quickly that he nearly doubted he had seen it correctly.

He had right?

His eyes tried to pick up every movement the teenager made as he lied back down, sighed deeply and promptly fell asleep as soon as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Fully asleep this time.

Wasting no time the detective moved to his laptop that was placed on a small table on his right. He moved his left hand over the keyboard at an impressive speed as he bit down on his thumb as if he was having some inner conflict.

He opened a new window and replayed the last couple of minutes of the tape, staring more closely at the sudden change in the teenager's actions.

Then as soon as the boy shot up, he quickly pressed the spacebar, trying to get it to stop on the right seconds. He frowned.

The teen's eyes seemed surprised, but normal enough.

He swore he had seen something.

He spaced out the moment, before going through the frames of the video per millisecond before he finally found something that resembled the image that had been stuck in his head mere minutes before.

He moved back, allowing himself to observe the image, and moving to several other cameras, as to check whether it was truly correct what he had seen.

Yet there were only two other images that showed him the red-like hue that he had seen in the boy's eyes the moment he had opened them.

For other's it might have been concluded that it had been caused by something technical.

Yet it was enough for the detective.

Yet it seemed so utterly impossible.

Just like the time he crossed over without looking.

He would look deeper into this.

As was mentioned before, L didn't believe in coincidences.

Light tiredly opened his eyes, not feeling like getting out of bed.

The night had been horrible. Light tried to remember what he had been dreaming about, but as an image appeared that showed red eyes gazing intensely at him, it only send chills down his spine.

He slowly stopped thinking about it, and felt himself sink away into a familiar dull feeling of being somewhat absent-minded. He followed his morning routine as well as he always did, but it lacked the feelings and the ponderings that would normally occupy him.

Yet, he didn't really felt like caring either.

He felt exhausted from forcing himself to keep focused whole the time.

He had noticed something taking control of his body, but he had soon realised that taking back control was not so easily done. Whatever was happening, it was scary.

He tried to fight it, feeling that he must, but he was getting so tired.

He was slowly sinking away, and though he was still trying, his efforts had slowed.

And ever so slowly, he allowed himself to slip away as the whispers around him tried to sooth his rebelliousness.

They continued whispering things to him. The hurtful things the human kind did to others. The rights that were being misused and the pain they caused without any feeling of guilt.

They were somewhat right.

How beautiful the world would look without those dark influences. How people would love him for having shown them the light and how all those lived would be improved.

Everyone content.

Everyone peaceful.

He desperately kept holding onto the knowledge that it would be impossible.

He knew the whispers were trying to influence him, control him. They were trying to make him fall.

Yet, what Light truly hated, was the fact that he was gradually giving in.

He was falling, and was unable to cry out to anyone around him, as he would take over.

He was falling, and nobody noticed.

Nobody truly understood him.

Nobody seemed to care.

… and maybe that was what hurt the most.

~Scene Break ~

Naraku was getting restless. Sure, he was content with the process he was making concerning his host 's willpower, even though the teenager was struggling far more than he had been expecting. Yet, the fact that he hadn't been able to take full control at night, as he usually did, irritated him the most.

That stupid little mortal detective. He would take care of him when the right moment came along.

Slow and painfully.

Though there was one thing he disliked more at the moment, this spiteful new 'technology' that he seemed to be unable to grasp fully, even though he was trying to download the information from the hosts brain. It was one thing to know information, but to understand it, was a completely different matter.

Something the demon lacked, as he didn't have the time to study – he nearly scoffed at the thought but because of the cameras around him he refrained his expression from changing.

He was far too busy with taking over this world while the 'King' could only watch helplessly.

He wanted to laugh wickedly at that thought, but once again had to refrain himself and he mentally growled.

'Even more stupid strange 'video gadget'-tools' He thought. Ryuk had been forced to explain those tools to him – as they had suddenly appeared a couple of days ago.

The demon knew that he had been lucky that Ryuk had felt threatened enough by him to warn him – this had earned the shinigami an apple as such behaviour had to be rewarded – or else he might have been facing serious troubles.

Nothing he couldn't handle of course, but it was easier this way.

Hopefully this was the last night that he had to stay silent.

Or else he might go crazy and have to make a change of plans.

~Scene Break ~

Luckily for the demon, and the rest of the world, it indeed proved to be the last day of observation. This was what Ryuk let him know when he arrived back from the host's school. A man had entered the house and had disabled and taken away all those little tools, including the 'microphones' that allowed him to be overheard.

That earned him another apple. It was gone within twenty seconds.

Naraku smiled wickedly, as he turned to his balcony, and his eyes flashed red for another moment as his emotions got the better of him.

Not that it mattered now, as he wasn't being watched anymore.

Yet he never noticed the fact that one tiny forgotten 'video gadget tool' had remained behind. While it fortunately had been left in an angle that had been unable to capture the shinigami's actions on tape, it had been able to capture his expression.

Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on whose side you are on, the demon accidently let free a small amount of energy that – whether it had been caused by a defect or the sensitivity – the tiny camera couldn't deal with. It broke and the connection was lost.

When Ryuk came across the camera later – as he hadn't noticed it before - he decided not to tell the demon.

After all, it was broken, so it didn't matter. Nor did he want to be throttled to death for such a mistake.

He wouldn't dare risk making the demon angry thank you very much.

The next day, Watari came for another visit to take the broken camera, as he had noticed one missing.

Yet the deed was already done.

In a hotel room, a certain detective was currently repeating a little five-second frame over and over again, watching the change of expression closely.

There was something different about it, and he was going to find out what it was.

L was going to get closer to Light Yagami. That expression certainly didn't promise anything good.

Yet he would have to consider his plans carefully.

- Weeks later -

It had full day it had been since he lost control. The demon was able to keep in control longer now. They had been constantly switching back and forth, but the periods were one was in control was getting longer, both incredibly stubborn and getting stronger to hold their place.

Light knew he was falling faster and faster, unable to push up a fight any longer as the whispers continued to caress him with words he longed to believe in.

He wanted to give in.

He didn't want to give in.

He continued to live through the days. Time passed blurrily.

He was struggling, and eventually as weeks passed he couldn't take it any more. He changed his plans. He drew back deep into his mind as he felt himself pushed away from the control of his body, making the demon believe he had finally broken part of his will.

Yet as he drew back, he went somewhere the demon couldn't follow him. As it was into the arms of a warm spirit filled with the awareness of what was happening to him and who allowed him to finally get a bit of his well-deserved rest until the moment he could take control again.

For the moment he hadto take control again.

For the moment he would take control again.

In the mean time, he waited, for the moment he would be able to switch with the demon again.

- A few days later -

Light had been watching the actions of his body as he lingered behind the demon, which was in control, waiting for an opportunity to strike. In the meantime he was keeping track of what he was doing.

He watched himself walking over the pavement in the city, reaching the crosswalk, which he knew the demon had been avoiding for a while. He still wasn't very comfortable with the technology around him, and Light savoured every moment he saw his uncertainty.

He observed his body surroundings, looking for anything interesting.

It was then when it happened.

In a slow-motion like state he saw a boy of about fourteen years old talk loudly at his friends, walking backwards as to face his friends while he was bragging.

Light knew within a second that he wouldn't notice the car that was coming, would get hit, and most likely killed from the injuries he would receive.

Light also knew that the demon knew, and that he wasn't going to do anything about it. He was sure the demon was even going to enjoy the bloodshed.

Naraku might not be able to kill innocents with the death note anymore, but he was no way he was going to save one either, even if he could.

That thought made something within Light snap.

He pushed.

Without fully realising it, his body was in his control for a moment, and immediately his hand shot out to grab the boy's arm and pull him back against his chest, as there was no space to push him anywhere.

Had anyone gotten a good view of his actions, they would have been astounded by the speed of his reflexes. They almost seemed unnatural.

The car missed by a hair's breadth. The sound of the horn rung through Light's ears as the car passed, and he felt the boy standing frozen against him, and he had to hold the boy up as his knees nearly bulked from shock.

He could nearly hear his rapid heartbeat going crazy in the boys chest.

Then there was silence, before those who hadn't noticed what had happened continued walking. Those who had noticed let out a deep sigh in relieve and congratulated him with a soft pat on the shoulder.

"W-wow, t-thanks d-dude! That had b-been close." The boy shakily thanked him, now unbable to stand on his legs as the realisation fully hit him.

Light slowly let the boy sit down on the ground.

His friends immediately came to rescue, thanking him previously and berating their friend for doing something stupid like that.

"Damn dude! You could have been dead if it wasn't for th- hey were did he go?"

Light wasn't listening anymore, as he slowly slipped back into the masses, eyes wide from disbelief.

He was in control.

He was in control with his full memories intact.

He let out a shaky breath. He had to find someone to call for help. He shakily took his phone, and was about to deal his father's number when he felt his memories slipping again.

You just wait Naraku, it won't work forever.

He would make sure of that.

- A couple of weeks later -

Light didn't have a clue why his father asked him to meet him at that old cinema they used to go to when he was younger. He did hope that it concerned the Kira case, something he had been following for a while now.

Maybe his father wanted his help? He certainly would like to take that opportunity, but it still seemed odd that he had been asked to come here. There was something fishy going on, but since his father had told him in person, he knew he meant it.

He frowned as he entered the seemingly empty room, and scanned the seats for any presence. Seeing no one he walked down to sit in the front when he paused his steps.

A black mop of unruly hair stuck above one of the chairs.

Someone was there. He studied the odd man as he came closer, very uncertain of what to make from this person. He had difficulty to keep himself from scrunching his nose in displeasure as he noted the man's bare feet.

Who the hell was this guy?

"Ah Light-kun please take a seat."

His eyes narrowed. How did he know him?

"A nice to meet you…?" He trailed of, clearly hinting that he wanted to know his name.

"Yes, thank you."

His eye twitched at the man's response, but he was taken back when he locked his gaze with the wide-eyes of the man, which seemed to be able look through you.

He automatically steeled his face, and sat down beside him, as he didn't feel like backing down from the silent challenge that he posed.

He may be looking weird as hell, but Light recognised intelligence when he came across it.

Suddenly, a part of a movie played, something about demons. Yet Light didn't pay attention to it, as he kept his attention focused on the man next to him, who was getting awfully close into his personal bubble.

He dared to look at the man from the corner of his eyes, who was now nearly standing in his chair as he was studying him.

"Who are you?" He demanded, though politely as possible.

There was a pause. The movie that had been playing was stopped and the lights came back on.

The man crouched even closer, and Light decided that if he even dared to get even further into his personal space, which was very important for him, he would go punch the man.

His hand was already twitching at that thought.

They locked their gazes again, and Light noted once again the dark the bangs under the man's eyes, as the man moved his thump towards his lips in an unusual manner.

Another pause.

"I'm L"

TBC –

A/N: Guess that means he can't punch L anymore? Too bad!

So they finally 'officially' meet! So how do you think L will find out that Light is possessed? Please let me know, after all maybe your idea ends up being better than mine!

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