You've now gotten me interested in this, BTW. I'll have to keep my eyes open
for when it hits the states, or my local Barnes and Noble.

The house is dark by the time Yagami arrives home. He isn't
surprised; it has been nearly a week since he has been home, and he
knows that his family isn't expecting him - but tomorrow Raito will
graduate from high school, and he wants to be there when his son
wakes up in the morning to share the moment and to wish him well.

Hmm.

As he crosses the threshold of the door, he pauses to take off his
shoes, but doesn't bother to turn on the lights. His family is
sleeping inside. What he wants is to go upstairs and slide into bed
beside Sachiko, take her in his arms and pretend for the evening that
things are as they should be, that things haven't changed.

yeah, I predict this will not be happening.

Coming into his home doesn't feel safe anymore, not since L forced
him to betray his family.

Shoot. Hate not knowing what that means.

"Welcome home, father,"

Father

"Raito?" he asks, even though he would have recognized his son's
voice anywhere. There is a cultured, precise edge to it is

it that is

unmistakable, a careful enunciation that is uncommon in the teenaged,
but then Raito is an uncommon teenager. Raito has always been his
pride and joy. Raito is perfection in human form, he sometimes
thinks, blessed with looks and brains and amazing compassion. He's
way ahead of the curve, and Yagami sometimes cannot believe that
Raito is his son.

And he'd be right, as Sachiko could attest to. The mailman delivered every
day, in every sense of the word, with her.

"I can't see anything in this darkness. Let me get a light," Yagami
said. He wants to see Raito, see the features that he's only seen in
surveillance photographs and videotape, remind himself that Raito is
real and not some suspect for a case. Despite what L says, he will
not believe his son is Kira. He remembers raising him, and there is
no way the boy who he taught to ride a bike would ever become a
self-righteous killer. Raito believes in justice, and there is no
justice in Kira's actions.

Hmm. Sounds like he probably is Kira, then

Raito is across from him, setting down the teapot on top of a coaster
which is already in place. There's also two cups, and fresh tea
already in strainers, just waiting for the hot water, and Yagami
can't find it in himself to be surprised. Raito has always been the
type to plan things out throughly.

thoroughly

if you couldn't. The Kira investigation is important. You're still in
charge of it, aren't you?" It's a rhetorical question, and it's a
question Yagami can't answer. None of the investigators are allowed
to say anything to their families anymore. He opens his mouth to deny
any particular position, but Raito shakes his head. "Sorry, dad. I

Dad

"They miss you, but they're proud of your work. I've been helping
around the house as much as I can, and Sayu's really been working
hard. Her grades have been slipping a little, but I tutored her a bit
in math, and that's sorted itself out." Raito traces his slender
fingers along the cup, and then looks up through shadowed eyes. "It's
okay, father.

Father

"That's okay. I'll keep an eye on Sayu and mother."

Mother

"If anyone can catch Kira, you can," Raito says. All playfulness has
flown; Yagami is reminded of that day a few months ago when Raito
vowed to catch Kira himself if anything happened to his father. Then
he smiles slightly, and before Yagami can wish him a good night,
Raito disappears into the darkness of the hallway, carefully shutting
the door behind him.

Hmm. Nice scene in the character's mind without revealing too much. An
enjoyable piece.

DB Sommer

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