Hello, I'm Dagger94 and I'm happy to be doing my very first fanfic, I really don't know if anyone will read this, but I really hope you like this. (Feeling insecure)
DISCLAIMER-I do not own DEATHNOTE or any character that presents itself in this story.
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The evenings light could only extend its rays so far…alighting themselves softly onto the ground, dancing and stretching just enough so that the room could be filled with its autumn glow. He sighed softly; feeling his hot breath escape his cramped body as his fingers tiredly flipped the pages of his large and thick textbook. "There has to be some easier way to study all this." Light Yagami whispered turning his head sideways to the figure sitting on his unmade bed, gazing at him with teasing, bright green eyes. Her smile was large as she said, "It was you that decided this path of work, it won't be easy, Light and you have to see it through to the end." Light smiled wearingly, turning his head back to the textbook, so she wouldn't see him roll his eyes at her. "About how many times have I had to hear that ,Haruka , " he muttered sourly, breaking the tip of his pencil as he pressed it roughly down on his white notepad. "Ugh…"he grunted as he closed the notebook hastily, and turned again to pick up a spare pencil lying across his desktop. "Light…" he heard, almost in a whisper, a voice that made him feel strangely warm and light-headed, strangely tender and soft inside, strangely wonderful to feel brush against his ears. "Yeah." He muttered looking up from his notes and books to look at her silhouette, which was etched against his golden showered walls. She stood up and walked gently toward him, outstretching her palm and patting him on his chestnut brown head. He could only focus his eyes upward at her smiling face, as she said in a tinkling voice, 'Remember when we were kids, Light?", her other hand rested itself on his closed textbook and flipping the pages open lazily, sighed "those days under the cherry blossom trees at my house, or under the autumn leaves, I remember we would lie their for hours, talking about our futures, or else talking about our dreams,"
Light couldn't help but smile at her, gently removing her hand from his head as he laughed out, "You wanted to be a singer," he heard her laugh behind him as well, and felt her presence retreat as she sat again on his bed, "and you always talked about justice, Light, you always said, you would bring justice to this messed up world we lived in, that you would do it for your mom, Sayu, and me, and you wouldn't give up, " Haruka stood back up again and strode to where he sat, picking up his book and handing it to him, "So don't give up, bring justice Light, and do it," as he took the book he suddenly felt her hand slap him against the head, and point menacingly at him, "Without complaint." Light could only smile, as his eyes wandered off to his satchel, which inside he knew would hold the key to his success in bringing her justice, and said, "You have my word,"
"Good." She said, walking around the room excitedly, her light brown hair framing her soft face slightly. Light looked back at his book, and though carefully before mentioning, "What do you think is happening with the Kira case?" He heard a plop!, and knew that Haruka had collapsed on his bed. "I don't know, it's only been several days since they announced that all those killings were intentional, I can't really say for sure if I believe that someone could kill with out touching anyone," Light glanced at her familiar face and smiled at her ignorance, "Haruka, you couldn't possibly think that criminals were just dying of regular heart attacks, without any medical history of illness just because?..." Haruka swung her head around and buried her face in her pillow, like when she would do when she was little and stressed out. Her muffled voice wafted up to him, "I guess not, but I still think this whole thing won't get out of hand, so I don't think we should get too preoccupied."
Light glanced upward at the sound of maniacal laughter coming from the corner of his room. "So you don't think it'll continue?" he asked, trying to hide his ensuing snicker. "Well, it's nothing your dad can't handle right?" she looked to him and smiled making his heart beat restlessly, and he could only smile back and say, "It all depends on who they have to deal with." Haruka's reaction was only a small grin, the grins that she would give him when she didn't really understand him. It's my time, for justice, this will continue…and my cause is all worth while. Light glanced at his childhood friend, then at the laughing shinigami, and then at his satchel, which contained that black bounded notebook, that was going to help him fill Haruka's and his world with justice.