House Arrest (continued)

[Takeda-qeuto]

Takeda leads his wife Amateur into the police station, in handcuffs, with his eyes locked directly in front of him refusing to look backwards into Ammy's eyes, refusing to look at the other cops, the young secretary, or the others in the station who point and whisper. He continues to look straigh ahead as he leads her to the back of the station where the holding cells and interrogation rooms are, and he refuses to meet her eye as he guides her into a cell and locks it. He glances back over his shoulder and sees her sitting on the wooden bench, her head held high, and can't bring himself to look any longer. As he walks back into the main part of the station he walks past a smirking Chief's desk. "Happy now?" he mutters under his breath.

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*She glances around the room. Her plan was all falling into place in her head, piece by piece. She was analysing it. Her escape route. Her brain thought quick. Her years of training worked well in situations such as this. This was child's play to her*
This is easy *she thought to herself* Just too easy.
*She smiled, narrowing her eyelids*
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Chief: Officer, you have done well. We've been trying to capture this convicted felon for years. Escaped quite a few times too. You managed to catch her by yourself. You'll be hearing from the very top about this, and perhaps even receive a promotion.
She on the other hand, will be going down. Perhaps, the chair might be a good way to go.

[Takeda-qeuto]

Takeda's breath catches in his throat. "The... chair?" He wants to smack that smug grin off the chief's face. He takes a deep breathm trying to brace himself, trying not to scream. He sits down, unable to hold himself up on his shaking legs, ánd repeats slowly. "The chair? Just what ahs she done that merits the death penalty, sir?" He looks fiercely at the cheif, daring him to say a negative word about Ammy, knowing full well what his reaction will be when he hears the news.
Promotion. Hearing from the top. Suddenly none of this means anything to him anymore.
Suddenly nothing matters but what the chief is about to say.

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Chief: *Walks over to a filing cabinet and pulls out a yellow folder* *He slides it on his desk towards Takeda* The murders she's convicted off..It's gruesome *He massages his temples* Her assassinations are..quite messy. Warning. Those pictures in there are quite shocking.. There is a lot more to her than you know, Officer, despite what she appears to be, she is a dangerous woman, capable of killing the innocent. Even a child, officer *he chokes* It's disgusting. I'd execute her myself, if I could *he snarled*

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*Her planning was about to commence*

[Takeda-qeuto]

Takeda picked up the file, opening it. The first page, a full-page, full-color photo, draws a gasp out of him. He quickly flips through the file, each picture turning his stomach a little more. This couldn't be the same woman he loved, the sa,e woman he married. This COULDN'T.
He skimmed over the case files, his voice sticking in his throat.
"Sir......" He looks up at the chief. This is the work of his Ammy. The one he loves. The one who always makes him grin. The one who slaughtered these people.
His mind struggles to put the two facts together.
He looks back in the direction of the cells and a lump forms in his throat.
He storms back to them, despite the protests of the chief, slutching the photos.
"AMATEUR!!!" He sinks to his knees in front of the cell, the bars cold against his face. "Amateur, what is the meaning of this?" His hands shake as he clutches the photos, creasing them.

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*She raises her eyebrow at him, with a blunt, cold expression on her face. The face of no regret or consent. She had allowed her principles to take over her. Her emotions are almost no more.*

They were merely space-wasters. I was only doing what I had been told. Nothing more.

*She spoke in a cold manner, staring at the horrified eyes of her husband, without any sign of flinching or fear.*

Like you have done yours, Takeda. I have done mine. Leave me here and let justice take it's place. There's no use becoming emotional over this anymore. Just leave it be.

[Takeda-qeuto]

The look on Amateur's face chilled Takeda down beyond his bones to some deep, untouched part of him. He shivered from the monotony in her voice.
"You really think that? You can really dismiss...... all......" He chokes on his words, staring long and hard at her.
Shaking his head, he climbs to his feet and turns away. Looking over his shoulder, he can't bring himslef to say anything. The chief nods as Takeda throws the file down on his desk and sits down, his head in his arms.
"You did good, officer. I know it's hard, but that woman is a MONSTER."
Takeda laughs bitterly. "Great. I married a monster."

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She overhears those words, and in a instance, the word, "monster"..triggered something inside her. Something that was thought to never be able to be reached. A single, lonely tear trickles down her cheek. She had return to normal. The part of her that she hid momentarily. The part she hid her whole life. The part that grew stronger when she finally unvealed it. It was over-whelming.
She crawls to the very corner of the cell, edging against the wall, as if it was her last retreat before she finally spirals down the black hole of hell. Of eternal damnation. Where everything she stood for, fought for, loved will mean nothing. She felt the stinging pain in her heart, as if it was being ripped apart. As if her soul was being snatched out of her. She crawled into a fetal position, and she cried silently

[Takeda-qeuto]

Takeda tries not to look back as he hears sobs, but each second breaks his heart a little more, and he rushes over to the prison cell, kneeling before it.
"I can't, Ammy. I can't make myself believe you did this. I swear." He reaches out his arms through the bars, hoping to hold her through the bars that restrain him.
"I know this isn't you. this isn't your fault. I Swear on my life i'll keep you from the death penalty somehow."
He knows he's been contradictiong himself, that his mind is jumping up and down like a yoyo, that he can't decide and what's more he's not sure he wants to. But his wife is in JAIL, goddamnit!!!! He reaches out, pleading with her. He wants to collapse but dammit this is HIS time to be strong. God knows he's been weak so far.

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She looked over to him from that small corner from which she was clinging to. So far away from her she thought. It felt like miles away. It made her hurt. Her head was throbbing and she felt like the very life is being strangled out of her as she cleared her throat, wanting to reason with him. But nothing came out. She remained silent. She just wanted him to leave. Leave so she wouldn't have to bare the pain. The very reminder of what she treasured the most, being snatched from her because of something she did that couldn't have been controlled. She would be better off dead.

*In a raspy, soft voice, she finally murmured to Takeda*

Please *she paused, wiping her tears away* Just go. You deserve better than this Takeda. What I did was wrong..

[Ryuk]

Hyuk *appears in the corner, observing*
I guess this is a side of justice ol'Kira never saw....kukuku....
Hyukhyukhyuk. You know, there's a way to take care of those things without getting your hands dirty. You could even clear your name and get back to your loving little husband, hyuk.

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..What is it?..Who..who are you? *she looks at him*

[Ryuk]

*scary grin grows wider* I'm a god of death. Your husband can't see me, don't worry, hyuk.
Anyways I was bored and noticed your little predicament so I'm here to offer you a way out kukuku. It's called a Deathnote. You can go on with the old business and maybe even clear your name with it, kukuku.

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There must be a catch.. What is your price..

[Ryuk]

Hyuk. Well, the user of a deathnote can't go to heaven or hell...... that's the catch. Kukukuku. There are otehr prices you can pay to recieve other powers.... but we can discuss that later. Your husband is staring at you. It looks right now as though you're talking to a brick wall. Kukukukukuku.