Warning: Extremely OOC and rated M for a reason. I really am trying to make it as "real" as possible, while still adding a little fan service. To pull off the story angle, I had to stray from how the characters would act in canon. So if I offend any of you, please do not flame. Just don't read it. I appreciate you taking a risk on my idea. It was a random thought one day while chatting with a friend, so it is dedicated to her. I hope you enjoy my first fan fiction.

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Chapter One: He Who Controls Gravity

The intricately carved door was opened cautiously, swinging gently on its hinges without a sound. The messenger stepped inside, hoping his boss was behaving himself today. He really didn't need a repeat of the last time he had barged into the boss's office without knocking. Those were memories better left buried.

Without a sound, the messenger quickly went towards the large mahogany desk fit for a dignitary and set the file carefully in front of the large black leather swivel chair that was turned away from him. The messenger couldn't help but notice the unbelievably high stacks of files, papers, and statistics grouped into solid pyramids and mountains around and on top of the desk. Several Mac laptops sat quietly, waiting to be used, all of them specially encrypted for the boss's use alone. The computers would fry, along with all of their deadly information, if the wrong passwords and codes were attempted, not to mention they were voice-sensitive. The messenger couldn't help but be in awe of his boss: he was an extremely brilliant man and went to great lengths to insure security.

"And who might you be?" a quiet yet strong voice demanded.

The hair on the back of the messenger's neck stood on end: the boss had not turned towards him yet. He could see the thick dark hair of his boss, but talking to him, even to his back, was disconcerting. He was new to the business: he had only been working for Lawson & Lawli a few months and, as the new fledgling, he was given the grunt work, such as delivering new files. After nearly 3 months of employment, Matsuda had only seen his boss's face once, and that once had been plenty enough.

"M – Matsuda, sir," the messenger said, trying to keep his voice steady.

"The new file," the boss said, sighing, "So those dickpigs I overpay finally found something useful to use on the Chief of Defense?"

Matsuda nodded several times, realizing what an idiot he was: his boss wasn't even looking at him, "Uh, yes sir. Th – there is everything you need in that folder."

"Hm."

Matsuda could hear him shift in his chair, just now hearing another very low sound, a sound that made Matsuda's face and ears redden.

"S –sir, if I may be dismissed?" He wanted to get the fuck out of there.

"Mr. Matsuda," the boss said, "I have read your file. You are, in all respects, a glorified secretary. You kiss ass when told and you make coffee runs. You run files like a carrier pigeon. Why did you choose to give up your budding career at the Bureau to work for my underlings?"

Matsuda stiffened slightly: it had been an unexpected question. Matsuda had worked for the Bureau of Investigation for nearly three years; he had been happy.

Until his niece had disappeared several months ago. The last place she had been spotted was at Shinigami, a new rave club for teenagers and young adults with money to burn and throats to sting with alcohol.

And who owned Shinigami? The man seated before him.

"Mr. Matsuda, kidnapping is a daily occurrence in Tokyo," the boss continued, like he was talking about the weather, "but you know better than that. You know what really happened to her, don't you, Mr. Matsuda?"

Matsuda's hands were shaking, his face covered in a thin sheen of sweat, "Yes sir. I do."

"Intriguing," he replied, "You were a rookie investigator, yet I'm sure you convinced the Bureau to do some amount of digging. Of course, they didn't help you as much as you would have liked, did they, Mr. Matsuda?"

"No sir."

"You do not know me personally, Mr. Matsuda, but you do know my reputation, the good and the bad. You know what I am capable of and you have an idea of what goes on after hours at my various clubs. Do not take me for a fool, Mr. Matsuda. I know very well what you are trying to do, and I am sorry to inform you that all your hard work will be for naught."

Matsuda was still shaking, unable to move.

"Your brother got into some incredible debt with me, Mr. Matsuda. Millions of yen, owned to not only my casino but to my clubs as well. Did he beg you for help, Mr. Matsuda? Did he tell you what he offered me as collateral?"

Matsuda felt as if his heart were pounding behind his eyelids, "Yes sir. He did."

"He gave me his daughter, Mr. Matsuda," he chuckled softly, "but I am not unjust. Nearly all of his debt disappeared that day: I cannot understand what would make him do something so rash. I can assure you neither I nor anyone who works for me helped him put that bullet in his head, Mr. Matsuda. It is a tragedy, although I can assure you your niece is doing a wonderful job."

Matsuda was doing everything in his power not to lunge at the man behind that desk who was, at this moment, receiving a blowjob from someone he desperately wanted to see with all of his heart.

"This is a business, Mr. Matsuda. This is a clock with many clogs and wires and pins: every piece must be in order, Mr. Matsuda, for it to continue to thrive and work properly. I depend on the people like your deceased brother, Mr. Matsuda, as surely as they depend on my mercy. I offer them a way to better their lives, or destroy it: it is for them to decide. I am justice."

Matsuda closed his eyes, trying to ignore the female sounds of pleasure, "Yes, sir."

"I cannot decide if you are honorable or stupid, Mr. Matsuda," he said, sighing contentedly.

"Did I please you, master?" a young female voice asked.

The boss chuckled, adjusting his belt buckle, "Very much so. You swallowed it all this time."

Matsuda thought he was going to vomit, or maybe punch something. Who was this man, this eccentric brute of a man that had his fingers in nearly every profitable business in Tokyo, the man who had stock portfolios and investments all over the world, a man who had more money than God? Who was this man, the man who controlled gravity itself?

"I am justice," the boss repeated, letting the eighteen year-old stand up in view of her uncle, "therefore I will allow you to continue working for me. Eventually you will earn her back, Mr. Matsuda. As long as you continue to work for me, remember my justice."

Matsuda just stared stupidly at his niece: he barely recognized her. She had been a bundle of laughter, a young woman, no, a little girl, Matsuda was sure of it. Her chocolate brown eyes were darker, rimmed in a heavy amount of mascara. The makeup was becoming, made her look older than her years. Her hair was styled beautifully, her clothes revealing. He could see her fingers jerking slightly at her sides, as if she had no control. Her pupils were dilated, her mind numb.

"Mr. Matsuda, if you would be so kind as to escort Miss Sayu to Wammy's? Watari is awaiting you at the car."

Matsuda nodded slowly, thankful that his boss was giving him this small mercy of seeing his niece at least for a few minutes, "Thank you, sir."

"Sayu," he said, his tone commanding, "You are not to speak with Mr. Matsuda about anything concerning Wammy's. Do not disappoint me."

"Yes, master," she said, bowing low to him, "may I give master a goodbye kiss?"

"Do not test me, little one. I am already irritable."

Sayu apologized in Japanese several times, making her way around the desk to take Mr. Matsuda's elbow as if he were escorting her down the aisle.

The boss's chair swiveled around slowly, revealing the man Matsuda hated above all others, the one man even the Devil did not want.

"You may both go. I have much work to do," he said dismissively, watching them with unblinking eyes.

Matsuda turned with his niece, walking her to the door, "Thank you, Mr. Lawliet."

Author's Note: Yes, believe it or not, this story will have a plot. I am trying to incorporate a lot of different details, so the first chapter I took it slow. Ha I know Matsuda' story is kind of lame, but it is one a.m. and I liked it. (And yes, I stole Sayu from the Yagami's and made her Matsuda's niece). Why, you ask? Because I need Misa for something else and I wanted Light to be an only child. The next chapter will only tell ;)

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