Disclaimer: Note that none of these characters belong to me. I an merely borrowing them for use in the fanfic.

Note: This story will contain Yaoi/Shounen-Ai.

Another Note: I'm really horrible at writing humor. If you have any suggestions, PLEASE, don't hesitate to leave them in a review or message!

Day 10

Concrete, dusty and disgusting under his hands. The smell in the air was one of sweat and rotting, untouched food. Cold permeated the walls, also concrete, splattered with bloodstains. Iron bars held fast in the stone ground, preventing the escape of countless people.

Criminals.

Including the infamous Kira.

Sitting in his cell, hissing and cursing under his breath, wondering how in hell he had been caught. His plan had been flawless until Ryuzaki had figured out one of the rules was fake.

Those who write in the Death Note will die unless they write at least one name every 13 days.

That one rule had been a disaster, but had also helped him. In a sense, it was Kira's ultimate downfall.

The sound of footsteps. Heavy steps, belonging to that of a guard. Another pair followed in front of the original. Good.

A new playmate.

Kira so enjoyed the other prisoners. They were fun to anger, seeing them reach out of the bars, screeching with their rage, frustrated because they couldn't get to him. Confinement was actually very amusing. Ryuk was having fun as well.

Light had never given up possession of the Death Note, so Ryuk was trapped along with him. The guards had all touched the Death Note, so they could all see the insane Shinigami. Ryuk enjoyed appearing very near to the security cameras, scaring the life out of the guards. He commonly asked for apples, pleading with his creepily yellow eyes. He never got any. The Shinigami had been all over the world by that time, only in the ten measly days Light had been in prison. Though, he found that nothing surpassed the taste of fresh apples.

Having a Shinigami on your side was a good thing when in prison. Ryuk brought Light the most exquisite of his findings, most consisting of sweets. It was also someone to talk to. The Shinigami and the killer had become quite good friends during the short days. Light enjoyed Ryuk's presence.

Alright, back to the present.

Light stood at the bars, long fingers wrapped around the iron, smiling at the newcomer. The new criminal had been placed in the cell just opposite Light's, and seemed to be rather weak. What had he done wrong?

"Hey," Kira murmured. "What're you in here for?"

Over time, Light had gone insane due to the pressure of being Kira. His maniacal laugh in the last episode proves it.

The man's eyes flicked to Light. He was sitting sideways on his cell, on the floor, bald head seeming dull in the dim light.

"What's it to you?" He glared.

"A better question yet." Kira smiled. "What's your full name?" The man was unsuspecting, not knowing Light was Kira.

"Usami Tonaka. Why?"

Kira laughed. What a stupid man.

"No reason." He smirked. "So, again, what'cha in for?"

Usami grinned back, unknowing what the original smile was for. He also seemed proud of himself. This was the sort of person Kira hated.

"Murder."

"Nice one. How'd you get caught?" Even in Kira's eyes, it was easy to see he was crazed.

"Family walked in. Kinda pathetic, isn't it?"

"No, not really. I bet that happens a lot." It was true. At least half of the murders solved within a day were either because of L, or because someone came as they were either leaving, or as they were committing the crime. It wasn't uncommon. Many of the murders were of people that had family, and that was a mistake in itself. The family was likely not to leave the victim alone, or to come back at an unfair time. This was the way many murderers were caught.

Typical murderers, that is.

Not Kira.

Once L had figured out that the thirteenth rule was a lie, he did not hesitate to gather enough evidence against Light and Misa Amane to send them to prison. Or, since the two were originally supposed to be sent to their death, he had argued heavily in light's case, pleading for Light only to be sent to prison.

Not killed.

Misa, on the other hand, had met her fate only five days later.

Light hadn't cared.

Kira very much enjoyed causing trouble, until Ryuk fazed through the ceiling holding a Strawberry Cheesecake. L's favorite sweet. Light curled his hands into fists at the memory-inducing sweet, his nails digging into his palms. He growled after taking a deep breathing. If looks could kill, the Cheesecake would've melted right then and there. Ryuk set the abomination in front of him, still on the delicate plate. Light fumed.

CRASH!

Fragments of the China Plate flew from the wall, the bounce-back force of impact taking effect. The Cheesecake had made a satisfying 'splat' sound as it created a firework mark of pink cake across the wall.

"Got something against Strawberry Cheesecake?" Usami grinned, laughing internally, obviously.

Kira tried to calm down.

"No, just…it was L's favorite food. I have something against him." Kira almost laughed. The thought seemed silly at that point.

"You knew L?!" Usami was obviously surprised. "Why didn't you kill him?!"

"I was going to, once I found out his name. I just didn't get enough time." Kira's red-brown eyes were emotionless. Either that, or slightly disappointed.

"Oh."

The small, barred windows provided little light, and there were no electric sources in the cells. It was very dark each night, and Light often lay awake, thinking of other ways he could've avoided capture, wishing sometimes that he was back with L. He didn't understand that thought. Maybe it was because that would be better than a life sentence in prison, wouldn't it?

They could've at least graced him with a Wii or something. A book? Something. Anything.

Even that damned L.

The darkness of night permeated the walls of the cells. Light laid awake, consciously dreaming. He rarely slept anymore. There was no need for it. He exerted no energy during the day.

Midnight came and went.

Finally, the dark clutches of sleep overcame him.

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