Hello all! I'm here with my first ever Death Note fan fiction! So please bare with me!

I got the idea for this fan fiction while listening to "Viva la Vida" by Coldplay. I'm sure there is plenty of other "what if Light didn't die at the end of the series?" fan fics, and as much as I do not like the evil bastard (no offense to any Light fans), I kind of liked the idea. By the way, no one died at the warehouse incident. Which means Light(duh), Mikami and Misa are still alive. But Takada is dead... because she plays no part in my story... and she's annoying.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note... as much as I wish I did...

Chapter 1

"Subject appears to have no interest in what is going on around him, has a dazed look on his face and in his eyes, his eyes are glazed over and he seems to have large bags under his eyes. It seems as though he may be going through depression."

"I'm not depressed."

Light Yagami glared at the old man in a gray suit sitting across the table from him. Light's comment was filled with venom. At first, the psychiatrist seemed taken back. He then pushed his glasses up and began to scratch down a few notes.

"As I said. Depressed." The old man turned around, looking at a camera in the corner of the room. "May I ask how long he has been held in here?"

"Three days." A voice replied.

"Let me guess," The old man faced Light again. "Have you slept in the days that you have been held captive?"

"Don't refer to me as some animal." Light spat.

He did not say another word. The psychiatrist took the answer as a "no". He looked at Light. "Why are you refusing to sleep? Can you tell me why you have been arrested? Who are you angry with right now?" The two sat in silence for a few minutes. The old man appeared to be growing angry. "Could you please answer my questions?"

Light merely laughed. "So, they didn't tell you?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

"They told me what I need to know, Light. Now could you please-"

"Which means they didn't tell you anything besides my name and that I have been arrested. Let me ask you something." Light leaned on the table, staring the old man in the eyes. "What is your goal? What do you feel you will accomplish by asking me these stupid questions?"

Once again, the old man was speechless. He stuttered as he tried to speak. "The police would just like me to find out your mental condition."

"My mental condition if fine, if you haven't noticed yet."

The old man went to speak when the doors to the small white room opened. Light glanced up to see who is was, only to greet his visitors with an evil grin. There at the door stood Near with Rester standing close to him as if he were a bodyguard. The Japanese Task Force followed him and Light analyzed each member. Both Matsuda and Ide looked like they couldn't bring themselves to look at Light, Aizawa appeared angry and Mogi kept an indifferent expression.

At once, Light jumped out of his chair, only to be thrown back in. He looked down and glared at the ropes the held him down to the chair at his elbows and knees. When Light's attempt failed, he glanced back up at the group.

"Mr. Yagami. Please don't try that again. You might hurt yourself." Rester spoke. "You are lucky we are letting you move your hands and feet."

Light's eyes traveled to the left of Rester. Near was standing there with a small smirk on his face as he twisted a piece of his hair on his index finger. "Cocky little bastard, aren't you?"

"Resorted to cursing, have we, Light?" Near asked, keeping his eyes on the criminal. "I do not see your point in trying to come after me. Without your notebook, you cannot kill me."

Light leered. "I don't need a notebook to snap your neck, Nate River."

Although Near was able to act unaffected, Light noticed Near's eyes widen a small fraction. He wondered what was the statement that surprised him. Was it his hostility or saying his real name? "Please control yourself, Light. Also, anything you do is being monitored by my other comrades." Light quickly glanced up at the camera, then back at Near.

"So," Light's head tilted slightly as he spoke. "Why did you come in here?"

Near looked away from Light and brought his gaze to the psychiatrist. "Actually, if you will excuse us for a few more minutes, I would like you and this man to talk for a few more minutes. It would be best, Light, if you cooperate." And with that, Near and the rest left the room.

Light and the old man sat in silence for a few minutes. The old man then tapped his notebook on the table and picked up his pen again. "So, when did you start to feel like this?"

"Feel like what?" Light's voice was emotionless. He tried to hide it, but since he had not slept in a while, jumping up like he did took a lot out of him. Unfortunately, Light could not function very well without sleep, unlike an old detective he used to know.

"Your outburst at Mr. Takeshi back th-" He was inturrupted by Light's sudden laughter. "Why are you laughing?" The old man asked, almost like a child would.

"Takeshi? Is that what he is going by now?" He chuckled.

The psychiatrist shrugged with a confused look on his face. "I did hear you call him another name. It sounded American." He looked nervous as if he had made a mistake. "But it is not my business to-"

Once again, the old man was interrupted. But this time, it wasn't by Light.

"So what?" Light could hear Matsuda shout. "There's millions of others who are just as smart as him."

"I do not believe that there are millions like Light." Near said calmly. "I know Aizawa agrees with me but death will not be as bad as what we have planned."

"I don't care! You heard what he said! He has killed millions! Why should he get special treatment? He should get the death penalty!" Matsuda's voice was starting to crack.

"As much as I hate to admit, Light is special."

"He's no better than you are! Why would you need his help?"

"Truth be told, I only captured him with the help of Mello. I don't see any case like this happening for a while but he can still provide help."

Matsuda and the others began to talk at a normal tone, which made it hard for the two of them to hear the rest of the conversation.

Light looked from the white door he had been staring at for the past minute back to the old man. The psychiatrist stared at him with wide eyes and his jaw partially dropped. "You killed millions of people?"

"Now, is that really any part of your business?"

He shook his head. "I know, but don't you know what will happen to you once you are put on records?"

"No." Light attempted to raise his hand to lean his chin on it but couldn't. Instead, he just smiled. "Tell me, what will happen?"

"You'll-"

The white door opened and once again, everyone poured into the small room. "Sir, thank you, but I believe your time is now up." Near told him. "I have a friend who will record your findings and guide you out of the building." The old man nodded, and walked out of the room.

Near took the chair and sat in it, bringing his knees up to his chest. Light grimaced. The appearance of this boy reminded him of L so much, it disgusted him. His long, messy hair and his entire image that screamed that he did not know how to take care of himself. The only difference was that this kid was even too lazy to get out of his pajamas.

"Light Yagami, I would like to negotiate with you." Near spoke, his attention on a spot on the white table.

Light just cocked his head to the side and frowned. "Why should I care?"

Near brought his attention to Light for a few seconds before looking back down at the table. Light had seen some trace of emotion for those few seconds. It was disappointment. Light grew even angrier. Was that brat disappointed in him? Sad that he got caught? That he was captured this easily?

"Light," Near paused, searching for a few quick words. "I know you are angry at me for arresting you but you are a murderer and it is what happens to murderers." He continued to twist his hair around his finger. "But I expected better from you. I did not expect that you would just let your emotions go and get angry at everyone and everything. You are showing no restrictions or control. It is childish."

Laughing, Light kept his eyes on Near. Now the younger man showed curiosity. Light had to admit, he hadn't seen so many emotions from someone who was supposed to be hiding them. Truth be told, Light knew it did not matter how he acted. It wouldn't help him get out of his place. It wouldn't help his situation at all. Nonetheless, Light sat up straight in his chair and took a deep breath. "Point made. Now what else did you want to say?"

Surprise now. Near was showing surprise. Light guessed that Near had not predicted Light calming down so quickly. Staring down at his socks, Near said, "All murderers are sentenced to death. Yet, you are not our average murderer. It took us over six years to solve this case. In those six years, you have spread chaos throughout the world and killed millions. Most police would have killed you on the spot. All evidence pointed to you, including a confession. Most people would have killed you without hesitation. But why would I have kept you alive?"

Light and Near stared at each other for a while. No one said anything. It was as if the two were searching for answers in each others eyes. "Is this a rhetorical question?" Light finally said.

Near shook his head. "I kept you alive for many reasons. One, everyone is interested how you evaded the police for six years. We could consider that many would want to know how you did it but they would not believe us since we have gotten rid of all the death notebooks." Light listened to Near talk and sighed. He knew all of this already. He was pretty sure Near knew that Light knew all of this too. There was something else that Near was going to say. Something that would give him satisfaction and something that would make Light mad. It was just how Near was.

"Two, I wanted to shove your loss in your face."

Light hadn't expected it to be so blunt. At once, he was blinded by anger. Light attempted to stand up again but stopped halfway when he remembered he was tried down. "Well, are you happy?" Light screamed at the white haired boy. "Are you? You've got me tied down to a damn chair in a small white room! What else do you think would fucking shove loosing in my face?"

He snarled through his teeth as his eyes looked around the room. Everyone was on their toes. Rester had taken a few steps towards him, just in case anything happened. Besides that, everyone just looked taken back.

"Not quite." Another growl came from Light as Near responded. "But I don't know what else I can do to make myself feel completely satisfied. Maybe I need a little bit of time." Near just appeared to be talking to himself now. After a moment, he glanced back at Light. "But we have decided to keep you in here. You will be helping us with anything we ask you to."

"And if I refuse?"

"You will probably be tortured, then brought back into this room. The process will repeat if you continue to refuse."

Light glared at Near. He hated the child's bluntness.

"Fine, but don't expect a lot of cases." Light retorted. Near gave an amused look. Why couldn't Light still enjoy his achievements? That was one thing Near could not take away from him. "Also, what has happened to Mikami?"

"He is in a solitary confinement cell currently." Near replied, staring over at Aizawa and the rest. "They have been keeping an eye over your accomplice." Light nodded. He gave Near a look, telling him that he knew that he wanted to know more about him. Near sighed and gave a nod back. Near then looked back at Aizawa.

"Mikami's condition is fine. He was not hurt. The only thing that is weird is that he is showing signs of depression. The man will not talk to anyone and he barely eats when he is fed." Aizawa reported, his back a little straighter than normal. Was he nervous? Light wondered why. "Besides that, he sits on his bed and stared at the wall across from him."

Light showed fake signs of concern. They had thought that the two of them were close so why argue? Then, Light stared at his hands that he attempted to bring together.

Near noticed Light's gestures and stood up. "We'll leave you now. I will hope that you will decide to help us." He said before turning around and exiting the room. Rester and Aizawa quickly followed him. Mogi was behind them. The last ones out of the room were Ide and Matsuda, who spent a few seconds just staring at Light.

"Is there something you want to say?" Light asked them. Ide jumped at his voice and darted out of the room. Meanwhile, Matsuda held a pained look on his face as he spun on his heel with a "Hmph!" and left.

Light took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. He was alone again. Better than being surrounded by those idiots, he thought. "Enjoying the show?" Light said quietly, but just enough for the other being to hear.

Ryuk jumped as he heard Light speak. "How'd you know I was here?" He laughed deeply, scratching the back of his neck. Light didn't answer. He didn't even turn his head to make sure he was right. "Light?" Ryuk floated around, sitting on top of the table.

"Why are you here?" Light asked. Once again, Ryuk was suprised. He would not have known that it was Light who had spoke if he did not recognize his voice.

"Wow! You can talk without moving your lips?" Ryuk chuckled. "Sometimes I wonder what you can't do."

Light did not look up. Instead, he just glared at the table. "Keep it down." He told the shinigami. There was a long pause. Then, "Why did you let me live?" He said lowly.

"You said you didn't want to die..." Ryuk was beginning to get confused. Shouldn't Light be happy he is not dead?

"I'm starting to question that myself. I did not want to die. I wanted to continue living and rule the world as Kira and become a god. Now, I'm still alive, but I am in prison. I don't know what is worse. Dying or being at Near's mercy."

Ryuk listened and let out a fairly large sigh. He turned his head and glanced up at the camera. "I had grown bored of you. You were no longer making things exciting so I decided that would have been the best place to kill you. You were pathetic, lying on the ground begging for help."

Light glanced up at the shinigami. He really did not be reminded of all that. "But then I starting thinking, wouldn't it be more interesting to try to watch you escape? If you were smart enough to stay away from the cops, wouldn't you be smart enough to escape from them?"

"But how am I still alive? You wrote down my name." Light's voice sounded a little desperate. He had not meant to sound like that but he was beginning to get tired and he was not as good at acting when he was tired.

"Afterwards, I wrote down a date about a year from now."

Suddenly, Light looked straight up at Ryuk. His eyes were wide and he was filled with hope. "So, I have a year to escape and change your mind?"

"I guess I can change the date at any time." Ryuk said to himself, tapping his long index finger against his chin. He had not thought about that. Ryuk even considered extending the time if Light made it out.

Light smiled at the shinigami. "Then you have yourself a real show."

"Sir, look at this." Rester called Near over to his monitor. He took off his headset as Near stood up from playing with his action figures and went over by the monitors. His eyes were on Rester, waiting for him to explain why he called him over. "There's a faint noise in the room but Light's lips aren't moving. I can't understand what the noise is. We have no heaters in the room so I don't know what else the noise could be."

Near picked up the headset and put it by his ear. As he listened, he kept a close eye on the monitor. Light was just sitting there, staring at the table. Occasionally, he would look up with a weird expression on his face.

His eyes widened slightly. It wasn't possible that Light could be talking to someone, could it? Who would there be to talk to? Light had been searched for all electronic devices that he would be able to contact someone with or be tracked. He had no contact to the outside world.

Near considered the possibility that he could be talking to a shinigami. He then shook his head. The rules in the notebook said that only someone who has touched a notebook can hear or see a shinigami. Though, Near had disposed of the notebooks he had got from Mikami and Aizawa. Aizawa had sworn that there were no other notebooks and Near did not see Light having any other notebooks fitting into the equation.

"He might just be humming." Near stated, turning back around. Rester, Gevanni and Halle were all watching him with curiosity. They could obviously tell when he was thinking.

"Sir?" Gevanni asked softly.

Sitting down, Near picked up his toys and began playing with them. They had taken all precautions to make sure there was no way Light could escape. He shouldn't have been worried about the topic. Near was sure that it was impossible.

Just a quick note, I figure Light must have touched Ryuk's death note at some time so that's how he can still talk to him.

Also, answering another possible question of how Light still has his memories of the death note, he has 490 days if the book is stolen or lost before he losses complete ownership.

All these rules are so complicated! I think I'm trying too hard! Before I do something, I have to make sure it agrees with the rules! -throws my how to read 13 book- GAH! You're causing me nothing but trouble!

Please review! I want to know what you guys think of it so far! I'm still unsure of how this will move along so maybe (with a little encouragement...), I can make this good enough. XD

Until next time!