3. If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person's name, it will happen.
It’s been a couple of days since your first kill, and not one ounce of guilt or pity ran through your veins. Criminals did wrong upon the world and deserved to be demolished and ridden from the face of the earth. As taught, you just wrote names no specifics. Light instructed you how to thoroughly hide the death note so no one could find or stumble upon it. You didn't mind killing anymore and simply continued life as you normally would. You, as the 'Next KIRA' exploded across the media and many countries already gave in, America and Japan were not one of those countries.
Another unfortunate battle with the SPK and the Japanese task force were unavoidable, Light knew this. The SPK or Special Provisions for Kira began and had formed a little bit after L's death; L the great detective had fallen. There was no doubt in his mind that Near would once again investigate. This certain albino by the name of Near took great distaste in the fact that another mass murderer was on the loose. If Near had emotion there is a 95% chance he'd be pissed.
"Giovanni...” Near said in his normal monotone voice, as he stared absent mindedly at the television currently had news reports constantly playing. Each station had something different to say, whether riots were taking place, economic downturns, explosions, declarations of possible wars to come, but all had one similar fact... A mass amount of criminals were perishing. Near twirled a strand of his wavy white hair and glanced toward the man with her grey eyes. Giovanni nodded in response to the unasked question. "We still have the notebook Near, and that shinigami said there was no other shinigami with interest in this world," Giovanni stated with a small sigh. Near looked up showing no emotion. Near twirled a strand of hair around a finger on his right hand and in his left hand he rolled a dice around in his palm. "I won't let Kira off easily; I will find kira... and put an end to this... for good. Yagami Light may have gotten away from human punishment due to his death and didn't have to suffer for his crimes... this Kira will". He tossed the dice in his hand and it lightly tapped a domino which caused down a chain reaction. The dominos formed the letter 'I'.
"Find the previous members of the SPK and inform them of the current circumstances immediately. They are needed to win the game... also, request help from... I. The real game has just begun."
The next day after returning home from classes, you finally decided to ask the question that had been itching at you for a while. "Yagami, what are you and what is with your eyes?" you asked suddenly out of the blue. The shinigami stopped pacing about the room and smirked devilishly, he hadn't decided to take the direct approach like Ryuk had. A shinigami like chuckle escaped Lights lips after he answered, "I am a Shinigami, a death god some say. My eyes allow for me to see everyone's names and the day they will die, even yours __. We could make this deal, you and I... you can get eyes like mine so that you can see names and dates also, these can be yours in return for halving your lifespan," he said simply and walked over to you. Now you jumped up from your chair and backed away with a nervous smile until your back it one of the walls in your apartment. "You fear me yet support me, how pathetically wonderful," Light said and flipped his brown hair out of his face as he cornered you. He placed his hands on either side of your face and leaned close so that you could feel his breath on your face; to your surprise it didn't reek of death. "Do we have a deal ___?" he asked, studying your bright red face.
Your ___ colored eyes met his red and yellow eyes. "Half your life for shinigami eyes and a kiss?" he whispered teasingly, making his voice a bit husky as he did so- but a shinigami couldn't give their voice many human characteristics so this was about as deep as he could go, even if he was a special case. Your heart was going to burst if it pumped any faster, half scared and half wanting that kiss from Light. "How much longer do I have to live?" you asked with your voice a little wavery. Light smiled and answered, "Its not for me to say, it depends on the choices you make.” He leaned in closer so you prepared yourself. As if on instinct, you slanted your face sideways a little, and your lips met his... gloriously.
All of a sudden the television in your room turned white with a gothic style font L on the screen. This caused prince charming, your Shinigami, to break the kiss and walk over to the television. A synthetic voice on the monitor made you jump and you quickly gathered your wits. "I am L,” the voice said, the shinigami recognized it right away. Light chuckled and sarcastically said, "Oh believe me we know who you are.” Light had specifically told you that 'L' would be your enemy; he also told you he knew his name. This had worried you a bit because of how great a detective and foe he would be, but the fact that Light knew his name. He didn't give it to you though because it wouldn't work; you don't know what he looks like. Light had also said that he wanted to wait till things got 'fun'. "As you know I and the members of the SPK, or Special Provisions for Kira are currently tracking you down as i speak. There is a 60% chance you are here in the United States of America, the other 40% we guess Japan, so you’re either here or there. I do love playing games of hide and seek,” the voice continued, ignoring Light’s response. Well actually, you had no microphone to reply back to L so he couldn’t hear either of you anyway.
Light watched the unmoving screen closely with arms crossed. You were mortified. How does this guy just know where you live in the first place? You lived in America, but you had connections to Japan do by family. The 'Misora' family, the famous Naomi Misora was engaged to your cousin Raye Penbar. He was killed by KIRA, he should have never dug himself in a hole he couldn't get out of, and besides, your mother never really liked her elder sister. So, you never really knew the Penbars'. You had been thinking so long you missed parts of L's speech. "KIRA, you will perish at my feet, just like Yagami Light, trust me... Justice will prevail and I will not lose. This time Kira will be punished and I will help me assure this ending,” the synthetic voice concluded. The T.V went back to the news, Light had his fist clenched. "Who the hell.. is I?" the shinigami hissed under his breath, completely forgetting about the deal.
Intelligence or I was a fifteen and one month years old. He sat in his headquarters in London, England. It had been quite a while since he had left Wammy house to follow in a certain someone’s footsteps. He was known to solve many crimes using numbers and never failed to crack a case- he held a record that he had no intentions of letting a case beat him... especially the ‘Next Kira’ case.
He was much like Near, except he had deep black hair and piercing light blue eyes that stared at the computer monitor, never lifting. Having lived in England almost half his life an accent developed which only made his personality funnier and even harder to take seriously. He had the same shaggy hair and look in his eyes. "The Irony...” he sighed staring at the computer screen. He had been just wrapping up the left behind material of the KIRA case. "Bloody hell,” he cursed, standing up from the chair. He walked away humming the 'Looney Tunes' theme song. He loved cartoons, cartoons of all kinds, but his favorite is the Looney tunes. The Cooky Adventures of Bugs Bunny, and his friends. This lone reason is why people can't take him seriously, he acts just like a normal child... what's so special?
The fact is that in math he is well over achieved. He could easily add the population of London, without even moving an inch. It would be an easy multiplier. Although his personality would make other people believe he was unworthy, his calculations and excellent deduction skills made up for it. "Bernard... my videos please?" I requested as he scratched the back of his head. The old man stood, "As you wish.” I glanced up at his computer screen as the rerun episode of Bugs Bunny disappeared and was replaced by a white screen with a gothic letter L on the screen. A pout crossed I’s face but he shoved some of his black hair out of his face and pulled on his head set. “What’s up Doc?” I quoted and rocked back and forth a bit in his chair. When a response didn’t come right away, I twirled his computer chair around in a circle till he was facing the screen once again. “Did you place the message up across all televisions in the United States and Japan?” I asked into his microphone, the microphone produced an altered, synthetic voice. Near replied with an ‘affirmative’ and I could picture the albino boy curling a strand of his hair.
Intelligence tugged at a strand of his own black hair. “This means war. The message should make the Next Kira nervous and think we are a lot closer to finding them than we really are. I am 90% sure the Next Kira is in the United States. The current population is around...” I took a moment to calculate “315, 717, 650. We need to be able to narrow down the area and people,” I responded. Intelligence tapped his computer screen impatiently. "To do that we would need to know the exact city,” Near whispered to himself. "First, Near, we need to figure out where the first person lived whom was killed. If the Next Kira was using it for the first time, they might have started within their own country and possibly state. Then, we will do a broadcast within that state or time zone... and work from there,” Intelligence suggested strategically. I twirled again while listening to silence on the other end of the call. "Okay, I'll ttyl, I got Looney Tunes to watch, I have a life,” He added and disconnected the conversation with Near. "Poor little Nimrod N,” he said with a sigh.
"There he goes digging himself in a hole he can’t get out of.”
Near pulled off his headset and studied his large stack of tarot cards that he had used to build a card house. Carefully the albino reached forward and pulled card out of the bottom, this caused all the cards to fall and scatter about the floor. With a blank face Near twirled his white hair around his finger and glanced towards Giovanni. The man already had what he needed. Gently Near took the paperwork and newspaper clippings from his trusted worker and spread the papers out in front of him on top of his cards. “Has Steven discovered anything? Or Halle?” Near asked and glanced up with grey eyes to see the man shake his head. He returned to looking at the papers and picked up a clipping. “Very well, please fetch me my robots,” Near said as a way of dismissing the man.
‘James Mcclurkin died mysteriously of a heart attack’ read the headline. Near continued to skim through the article, which included much information. The man had no previous illnesses or heart problems. It also included a paragraph about a wife and stepchild. “Hmm, ___ ___? We must look into this girl a little bit more.”