(EDITED)

OMG. When I reread this I just kept cringing. It was awful! How I got so many people interested with the original, I'll never know. It just makes me appreciate my readers even more! There were so many annoying grammatical and composition errors. Anyway, I hope it's better now.

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Rating: T (eventually M, but T will do for now)

Warnings: Eventual yaoi, foul language, violence, murder, etc. (You guys get it)

Summary: A serial killer who murders gifted musicians is on the loose. L takes the case and gets a closet violin prodigy named Yagami Raito to help him to pose as bait, and Raito hates him for it. (AU/eventual yaoi)

A/N: Inspired by listening to a lot of classical music recently and being reminded of La Corda d'oro Primo Passo… I just thought, 'hey, Len Tsukimori kinda reminds me of Raito…' and hence, I came up with this story. Unfortunately, I am not well educated in classical music so I'm doing a lot of speculating. Suggestions? Advice? :)

~Sunday

Disclaimer: I don't own.

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Prologue

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The final words a victim hears before a murderer ends his life: "Only God has the right and would have the ability to create the greatest symphony… and that would be…ME."

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Yagami Souichiro gives out a great sigh as he shrugged off his coat in the foyer, a weary frown etched on his face. He opened the door to the living room, intending to make his way to the adjacent dining area and kitchen to grab a glass of water or iced tea before bed. It was 3:17am in the morning and all the lights were out, but the television glowed and hummed amidst the otherwise stillness of the house. He walked towards the couch and looked down at his son who seemed to have fallen asleep with head cradled by his arms on the armrest. He smiled and picked up the remote control by the boy. He was about to push the off button when the screen flashed the scene he had just left in the classy part of Tokyo. The corners of his mouth dipped as his fingers went to the volume key instead.

Pictures of the crime scene, the victim and his acquaintances flashed along as the news anchor, which he recognized as one Takada Kiyomi was saying: "Renowned Russian Pianist, Eldgar Ivanovich, was found murdered tonight in the alley beside the theatre where he had just performed as an accompanist for his colleague Gerard Rousseau. He was located by a service crew beside a dumpster, bound and apparently strangled by wires.

According to investigators, the murder probably took place at around 10:00-12:00 midnight. Witnesses say that Ivanovich had finished his performance just before 10:00pm and then retreated into his dressing room, where he was served champagne by one of the ushers. When the concert ended at around 10:15, Rousseau had looked for his friend but Ivanovich was nowhere to be found. Rousseau had then gone to the after party where he searched for his friend but again but did not see the man. Rousseau then called Ivanovich on his cellphone at around 11:00pm but there was no answer. He then supposed that the pianist had retired to his hotel which was just three blocks away, which he checked at around 11:30, but still no one answered when he knocked. Rousseau admitted to have been quite frustrated at the time and banged and shouted at the door for about five minutes, demanding Ivanovich to come out. Afterwards, he then retired to his own room and it was then he received the call from the police…"

"Are you taking that case Otou-san?"

Souichiro spun around and saw his son sitting up and looking at him with his golden-brown eyes. He audibly sighed and sat down on the couch and leaned his head on the backrest. "Yes… I just came from the precinct questioning the violinist," he tiredly answered.

"You don't have any evidence yet do you? The rain must've washed it all away."

Souichiro smiled at his son's perception, closing his eyes and picturing the scene. "It rained hard at 10:30-11:30, and though it had stopped by midnight, it is likely that any evidence on Ivanovich was washed away. The forensic team is trying to gather as much as they can, but I doubt they'll find anything significant, especially since it's the garbage area."

"Yes…" the young man murmured. "Do you think it's the same guy who killed Matsuyama Reiji?"

Souichiro opened his eyes and looked towards his son, a small bubble of pride bursting in his chest. "Well, yes Raito. We think it's the same person."

Raito looked towards the television and propped his chin between his thumb and his bent forefinger, thinking. "Both murders had musicians as victims and used some type of wire… Matsuyama was a cellist and you said he was strangled with strings from a cello. Was Ivanovich strangled with piano wire?"

Souichiro sat up in surprise. "Actually, yes! How did you…?"

"The murderer seems to be specifically targeting musicians and deducing from the first and second murder, he seems to like to use the instruments the victims used as his murder weapon, more or less. I think it has significance somehow. The killer seems to be quite particular. He appears to have a purpose, a message he wants to tell, but I'm not sure what at this point."

Souichiro closed his eyes again and took a deep breath. He heard what his son said, but the gears in his mind were slow and he could not process the information efficiently. So, he rose from his seat and simultaneously turned off the television with another sigh. "That's a good point Raito… I'll tell the team tomorrow, but for now, your old man is beat to the bone."

Raito also stood and smiled at his father. "So are you are neh, Otou-san? Get some rest."

"You go to sleep too. Since tomorrow's Sunday so you can sleep in. You don't have classes at the university do you?"

Both men walked out to the hall and headed for their respective rooms; Souichiro around the corner, Raito upstairs.

"No Otou-san," Raito replied as he put his foot on the first step. "Well then, good night."

"You too, son."

Ring ring ring….

Souichiro groaned as he took out his cellphone. Raito stopped and craned his neck to look at his father's back.

"Yes?... Oh, Director! Good… Yes?... What?! Really?!... Do I have to…?... Yes, I understand… Yes, you too."

Souichiro took his phone from his ear and stared at it, frozen.

"Otou-san?"

"You're not going to believe this…" Souichiro whispered as he turned around to face his son. "L is taking the case."

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A/N: omg finally! I couldn't work properly 'til I got at least part of this story off my chest! It was just swirling around in my head, damn!

so uhm, yeah… it's kinda short since it's the prologue and it's more or less Souichiro's POV here which is kinda unusual (hehe) But yey! I finally got some outline on this so I'm hoping to post the first chapter soon… Seems like this is gonna be a long one, so please keep on reviewing to encourage me to write more, kay?! Also, any suggestions and advice, especially on classical music and instruments, would be very welcome!

~Sunday

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EDIT A/N: So I pretty much kept the original. Hope its better. The content is pretty much the same. I just tweaked a bit of the details to go with the actual Yagami Residence, which I reviewed from the manga. I may have overlooked a few grammatical errors, but it's better now. Unedited, it was just horrible. O_O