Light sat in his classroom, lost in his thoughts as usual. He already studied everything perfectly. The English Language teacher was clearly jealous of his genius achievements and so did not leave any nonexistent chance he saw to caught Light off-guard.
"Light, could you translate the next sentence, please?" He requested with a smug look on his face.
Light sighted inwardly. School was so incredibly repetitive and boring. i hope my work as a detective would kill, I mean, rescue my boredom. And save the world while I am at it. Hey, why not? Ligh thought as he stood and read the paragrath.
"Very well, Light. Good job." The teacher smiled, but of course Light could see dissapointment in his eyes for failing to get him off-guard one again. How boring. Light sat back in his chair and continued staring at the window. He was seating at the leftmost back seat, also known as Anime Main Character seat. What are the chances he would conquer, I mean save, he corrected for himself, the world, now, that he was seating at this specific chair? Well, animes should get the idea somewhere right? The seat should have some magical properties that enable the person seating on them to do great things. Or is it actally another way? Maybe in some undiscovered people psychology people can sense the ones with majestic and great potential, like myself, he reasonably added, and unconciously decide to give them the seat? That could be it. He would have to read some biographies on big people and see wherever they also sat on the Anime Main Character Seat. But did not I choose my seat this year, as everyone else? And so what that I used my great smarts to get this one specifically? The theory still stands greatness.
Light continued his musings before something shifted in the light reaching his eyes. His smart brain notifed him of that and Light refocused his eyes to focus all his mightness on one black notebook falling from the sky. Surprised, he watched the thing drop in the grass on the school yard soundlessly, although that could be contributed on the distance and wall blocking the soundwaves, and all movement ceased. Well, he did not exactly expect it to run away or anything. Although he would not mind. Or would he? Maybe, if it moved slow enough so he could catch up to it after classes. But then again, he would not want his new source of boredom kill..., I mean, reliever, he corrected himself, to be noticed or taken by somebody else, so Light supposed it was for the best. Well, I will have to check out on it later, he thought.
Later that day, Light walked in the schoolyard towards the spot he saw this notebook fall. He mused about it as he walked.
Perphaps it fell ot of a window. But there was not any invisible students dropping books from invisible higher floors of the school building. I would know that. Maybe someone flew over the school building and dropped it. But the planes are pretty loud, so everyone would notice them, unless it was a stealth bomber, I guess. B-2 Book Bomber. I suppose this has nice ring to it. Although such aircraft would be fairly useless for the actual bomb bombings. Or would? He supposed anything could kill from high enough distance. Maybe. Would a paper do it? Who knows. Anyways, either the bomber was noiseless and invisible, again, unlikely, I would know, or this was a test, and a failure at that. If it was dropped from great heights, it sure did not do any damage, and so I can conclude that books are'nt very well suited for killing people and stuff. Although, huge books could do... improve the intelligence of the general population I mean. Another, and this most likely, in fact, option is that Magnificent Overlo... I mean, the World Rescuer Me from the future dropped this notebook to relieve my younger-self's boredom. This is indeed the most likely option. How else would a notebook fall from seemingly impossible position, just in time for me to see it unless it was all planned by my great future self? I wonder what my future-self wrote in this notebook for me. Light paused his lighting-speed thoughts when he stood before the notebook, small excitement building up inside of him. He kneeled and extended his arm towards the notebook, picking it up from the ground. Taking in in his both hands, Light peered at it and examined it very closely. He checked the whole dark cover, behind and front, until his eyes rested on white letters, written in English. Death Note. The meaning could be multiple things, although none of it hewould expect from his future-Overlord..hem,World Rescuer,-self. Peering closer, Light opened the cover. First thing he noticed was white text written in same English on the inner side of the notebook's cover. The other page was empty. Light skipped other the rest of the notebook. Completely empty. Nothing extraordinary, except for the odd unfitting for him title and writting on the cover. A skull, and 'How to use it', huh? He read 'The human whose name was written in this book shall die'?! This did not seem like something his future-detective-self would write at all! Maybe I was mistaken about this notebook being a gift from my future-self... Or I just rediscovered my sense of humor. I did love placing pranks on my parents when I was a small kid. He remembered some of his adventures and a small smile made way on his face. Why did he cease doing this, again? Ah, yes, he did have a shoot on his family and their neibghours until his father got unexpected promotion at work and mobilized a forensics team around their area. They found out the culpirit pretty quickly and I was arrested and jailed in my room for weeks. I could have of course hid my scents very expertly very easily, but I did not expect my own father to betray me like that. Or, I did not expect anyone to orgranise a taskforce to track me down. Something like that.
Anyways, the likelihood of this book being a gift from my future-self to help me rediscover my sense of humor is very great. Let's see... Light packed the gift from his future-self in his bag and walked back. Some people, schoolgirls this time, noticed him walking majestically and begun not-so-discreetly disscussing how smart and great he is. Of course, they were right.
Light headed home.