Nothing Gold Can Stay
By: KitKat411
Author's Notes: No clue where this is going. Don't know if it is going anywhere. Maybe. I dunno. AU
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Light took another step. His shoes slapped noisily against the grey sidewalk and the puddles of rain enveloped his feet. He didn't know where he was going or what he was doing. He had no destination is mind other than "away." He'd turned off his mind a long time ago and had nearly no idea where he was going or what he was going to do when he got there. All he knew was that "here" was the worst place he could be and "there" seemed infinitely better.
If only he could find where "there" was.
The thunder rumbled loudly, like a starving child's stomach. Light noted the thunder but did not comprehend it. It had been raining for as long as he'd been walking and he'd been walking for nearly three hours.
Light shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, trying to keep some part of his body dry. This, however, turned out to be nearly impossible. His pants, usually ironed perfectly and wrinkle-free, were soaked, leaving them sticking to his legs with a tightness that only resembled a straightjacket. This left no room for his dripping hands, but the ever-stubborn Light persisted.
His legs gave out a few blocks later, leaving Light stranded in the middle of the sidewalk. He used his arms and crawled underneath an awning. If he couldn't walk any further, he'd at least wait here. At least this "here" was dry. He curled up into a ball.
After a moment of waiting, however, Light's hideaway was breached. Light heard the sound of a door opening behind him. Light turned and saw himself looking at a small child. This child looked about five, making Light fifteen years older than the boy.
The younger boy stared at the older one for a moment. Then he turned into the door and yelled, "Mommy! There's a strange man on the front porch! Help me, Mommy!"
A woman appeared at the door, armed with a newspaper and scissors. She took in Light's appearance-his dirty face, his wet shirt, and his clingy pants. Waving her newspaper threateningly, she shouted at Light.
"Get out of here, you beggar! Leave the rest of us good people in peace! May Kira judge you, you filthy waste of space. Find yourself another stoop to beg at." She turned to her son. "Come along, son. Leave this piece of trash to rot in the rain." She scoffed. "What has the world come to?"
Light picked himself up and left the woman and her stoop. He kept walking in the rain, hearing the thunder rumble and the rain splashing across his face.
He had only wanted to create a new world. He had only wanted to have a better place for good people to live in. Now look at him. Light laughed mockingly at his pathetic state.
What has this world come to?