Note:
Whatever is written here mainly focuses on Light's psych.
Forgive me if Light's thoughts about humans and being Kira are altogether against his personality. The lad was taking his last breath and was in sheer pain after all. You can't expect a man to be totally sane at such a point. Even so, please let me know, if light's personality is brought to the front or not? Thanks :)
And, oh! Everything in italics, represent Light's personal thoughts as a character or as an action.
P.S : Yes, this starts from the last episode of the anime. Its a sequel of sort.
Now, go ahead and enjoy the show!
Warning : This chap has got some swearing! It was necessary to portray 'someone's' rough personality.
PROLOGUE :
Dusk was setting in and the sky couldn't look more beautiful on that Friday evening. It was painted with hues of orange and reds, which moved together to form the most exotic of colors. The blue blended in just the right proportion to form a purple beeline at the horizon. The skyscrapers of Tokyo were not muted by the sky. Their long elegant shadows marked the roadway, on which many diligent feet shuffled away.
Fathers were returning home from a long day at the office, children were being shepherd back by their folks, their playtime long over. The number of vehicles decreased with every hour. Drivers and commuters alike were looking forward to spend a long, peaceful and fun-filled weekend with their families and friends. Every face in the crowd that passed by on the streets of Tokyo had a satisfied smile upon their lips. Every person was humming a soft tune of tranquility in their head. They felt safe in this crime-filled country. They felt free, after a very long time.
Some were fans and some were inhibited by their 'morals'; there were even a few, who were still stuck in a picky.
Nevertheless, they were all thankful for that serenity in their life. Most of them were subconsciously cheering for their god.
The god, who was now battling for his life. The god, who would most probably cease to exist in the very near future .
But did they care?
No. Not in the slightest.
Why should they?
Because their supposed god was dying?
Well then, he wasn't a god to begin with. He was a liar, a cheat who had manipulated the public's mind to gain power as god...as Kira.
Because, god in their mind, never faltered. Never went weak in the knees. Never needed to be consoled and most certainly did not die.
So yes, if Kira had violated those 'rules' as a god, then he was no-longer a god in their eyes. It did not matter if he had eradicated half their land of dangerous serial killers, rogues and murderers. It did not matter that their women and children were much safer on the streets. It did not matter that their nightlife was a better dream because of him. It did not matter that Kira was the reason for the serene smiles on their faces. None of Kira's 'good' deeds mattered any longer. Not after he had failed to prove himself as the rightful owner of the title known as 'god'.
They would just replace him with another better 'god'. One, who didn't die on the spot, just like that. One, who was sane enough to see that he didn't have to take law into his own hands. One, who was morally stable. One, whom people could question without having the fear of being killed.
The being known as god, Kira, had been reduced to the status of their chew toy. It was as if, on a whim, they could bring him down from his throne.
Humans are disgusting creatures. Light admitted through gritted teeth as every smiling face that passed by him burned holes in his head.
They treat themselves as superior to any other life-form on Earth. But, in reality they are all mindless, heartless, greedy fools.
Light didn't even stop to think that he was in fact insulting himself too, because he didn't consider himself to be one amongst those silly mongrels called humans. He was on a higher level. He was god. He was Kira. That much, he was sure of.
Oh how he loathed them, envied that sparkle in every passing pair of eyes. How he - Cough! Cough!
Blood spurted out of his mouth and soaked the trench coat that was already drenched red, with Light's own blood.
He was wounded.
And badly at that.
The wound came from a bullet he'd taken to his abdomen and was severe. Blood gushed out through it like a waterfall. Light pressed his hand to the gaping hole in his skin and stayed still, due to the severe pain he felt.
His time of rest had been cut-short, as he remembered he was supposed to be fleeing a bunch of special agents. Having realized this, the death-note wielder finally broke into a frenzied run. He'd been staggering before this. Staggering for far too long.
Matsuda and the others must be catching up.
Oh shit!
He dared a look behind and was immediately treated with the sight of three muzzles pointed in his direction. The faces of their wielder's were well hidden behind the vicious weapons. But he didn't need to see them to know who they were. He had worked with them for the past three years. Their faces were practically glued to his brain. Oh, if only he had the Death Note right now.
Light turned his head and willed his limbs to move faster than it was possible for a wounded, mortal man to move.
After having missed a few bullets by a hair's width, he finally managed to lose Matsuda and the others. But they were not far enough, for he could still hear them cursing.
He was in a dark-slim alleyway, a thoroughfare between two rundown buildings in the uptown area. It was dim enough to give him some cover from his pursuers and was narrow enough to let only a lean man pass through.
He stopped for a mere second, just to catch his breath. But that proved to be a fatally wrong decision. For, as soon as he had stopped running , the blood rushed to his head and he felt nauseated.
He was shaking and shivering from every angle. His body was weathered to a point of no return. He crouched down on all fours as his vision dimmed and his world almost faded into black.
It was dark now. The sun had finally set and Light was falling. He just knew it.
His senses were all but a distant memory, when suddenly a voice, akin to his own but much rougher jolted him up from his near-death reverie.
Up on your feet, you son of a bitch! Kira doesn't like being so weak! Run! NOW!
Before Light had the time to register surprise upon hearing another voice in his head, his senses alerted him to another presence.
Oh shit. They were here. They were close. Too close for comfort.
Yes, the detectives were standing just a few centimeters away from the entrance to the sorry-excuse for an alleyway that he was currently in.
How did they find me so soon? Damn, the blood trail was so easy to follow. Yet I'm in no position to allow myself a change of clothes. Dammit all! Light grimaced.
Tsk! now is not the time to go pitying yourself. Get the fuck back up to the wall and let them pass through, you dumb shit!
There it was again! That silly voice in his head. He didn't know whether to be thankful for the timely advice or to smack the shit outta the intangible thing in his head.
He didn't have the time to bother with his personal differences right then, because right after Light had luckily found a small crack in the alleyway to hide in, Matsuda and Aizawa had rushed by, toward the exit.
Light grimaced and sighed in relief at having come so close to his capture.
He slid down the wall of the creak and sat there trying to ease his lungs a bit, before he could continue.
Once he was sure that his pursuers had left the nearby area, Light slowly, staggered out of the alleyway and into a muddy street.
He squinted to adjust to the night light and tried to find himself a better cover than this filthy alleyway.
There! In the distance he spotted a rundown pawn shop of a kind and without even a second thought, he rushed toward it.
His arms were far too tired to possibly open a measly door. But, thankfully the door of the little shack was weak on its hinges and fell as soon as Light hauled his weight on to the door.
Light dragged his wretched body across the cold floor of the abandoned shop, a bright trail of blood followed his suite. Ignoring the fact that this place could be the brooding ground of miscreants and Mafia gangs alike, he just hoped against hope that no-one would disturb him during his final moments.
Yes, He'd already resigned to his fate. Now all that remained was to wait for the end.
The growling voice that he had heard earlier, argued with the more logical side of his brain.
'course the little bugger didn't want to die. He was the one, who wanted to fight Light's and his own destiny. He wanted to create a spotless world. His life and Light's were intertwined from the day the Death note came into Light's possession. He was the almighty god KIRA and he could conquer everything, but death.
If Light died, then so did he.
And he didn't want that.
You stupid prick! You're no ordinary mortal! You're god! Save yourself! Get up!
That voice was beginning to annoy the shit out of Light. But right then, he was too tired to retaliate so he simply asked the obvious.
- Get up and go where?
Anywhere but here, DUH! You're still not on safe grounds, just in case you didn't notice.
I'm in no shape to move, just in case you didn't notice, friend...can I call you a friend? Light sighed sarcastically.
Uh- considering I've been saving your ass all this time, I suppose you could, pal!
Wait, that brings about another question-Who are you?
Call me Kira.
That small revelation baffled Light for a tiny second and then he shook his head. He realized that was a lie.
Riiiiight...and I'm Misa Misa.
You think of a joke at a time like this? Can't you think of saving yourself instead?
Maybe I can't see the point in trying to run from the impossible any longer.
Are you even listening to yourself -Damnit!
And whatever Kira was about to say, was overruled by a yell of pure agony as Light's heart underwent its first shock.
Both of them knew what came next. So they waited patiently. Kira had mellowed down significantly after the first attack.
Light's vision was slowly fading away. His senses all numbed. His lungs were on the verge of collapsing...and that's when it happened.
Images, hundreds and hundreds of images floated in front of him. Even though he was pretty sure he couldn't see anymore. But these weren't visions. These were mere images. Images of him with his parents. Then the Images of Light in kindergarten. An image of his baby sister. An image of his dad's face in the hospital bed. Images of him walking home with his sister hand in hand.
Hundreds of such images of his life that had nothing to do with the Death Note directly flooded his senses. For once, he wanted to live. Live not as Kira, but as Light Yagami. As the respectable son of Soichiro Yagami, the chief of police department in Tokyo. He wanted to hold his sister's hands again and see her graduate high school. He wanted to tell his mother not to worry. He wanted so much at that very instant, that it was painful to think that he could never have them again.
He felt ashamed. Of not the lives he had taken, but for the life he had so arrogantly thrown away for the sake of acquiring the title of, 'god'.
He was ashamed of having deceived his father. Ashamed of failing to live up to his sister's expectations as a brother.
Light was ashamed in more ways than one and guilt pulsed through his veins. The blood rushed up to his head and no-one but his own shadow was present to share his shame with.
A lone tear fell from his left eye. And before the water droplet could touch the cold floor, Light Yagami was no-more.
Chocolate brown eyes remained fixed upon the ceiling of the shack. His mouth was set in a grim line that portrayed nothing but emptiness and sorrow.
~o~o~o~
The next morning, when Near and his SPK members had followed the trail of blood to the rundown shack. No, body could be retrieved. Only a mound of Light's bloody clothes remained as proof of him ever having lived.
They were puzzled and had an eery feeling that the psychotic fellow might have evaded them. This feeling alone was enough to urge them to go on a hunting spree after the supposed, escape artist. However, Near being the smart ass that he was, immediately put a stop to any such proceedings. The only reply he gave upon being questioned by his superiors was, "When a man dies of guilt, he can never be redeemed nor retrieved, unless he forgives himself."
The others were left to think over Near's chosen words.
~o~o~o~
In the shinigami realm, the death-king smiled evilly as he watched Ryuk write down the most coveted name of the human in his death-note through an all-telling and all-showing crystal ball. The old god silently thanked the apple-loving shinigami in his own unique way,
"That sly little bastard. He's got absolutely no idea, just how much entertainment this is going to be. You are such a fool to think otherwise Ryuk. This is the beginning of a new show altogether." The old king chuckled as he took a sip from his wine glass which had a very suspicious looking red colored, almost blood like liquid in it. He wiped away a thin line of red fluid trickling down his lips and cracked his weathered knuckles to emphasis just how excited he was.
Which was a lot. He hadn't had so much of fun in a millennia.
A/N : This is the first time that I'm trying out a fic like this. It isn't solely based on Light's psych though. Read on to find out more.
I might get better in the future chapters OR I might not. It's all up to you guys to decide. Tell me, if you have any suggestions or complaints. I'm all ears!
Thanks for dropping by! Hugs!