Disclaimer: If I owned DN Raito would have ruled all of mankind and revolutionized the world into a glorious mass of morally whipped men and women-but I don't…; ;

Warnings: Violence & death, minor sexual themes, strong language, apple being used like drugs, bad writing, insanity, horrible sense of humor-and alot more but you get the idea

Memoirs of a Fake God

Part One

Raito stared into the clear blue sky his small feet digging into the soft wood chip floors before lifting them up and repeating the process again.

Mom had long since gravitated to the other mothers on the far end of the playground, of course not without giving Raito a short warning on playing safe with the other children and not to wander off too far.

Raito's dark brown eyes lazily looked to the shrieking children who were all at the moment rampaging the park like some kind of possessed gremlin of mass destruction.

Raito couldn't help but feel unamused by their ridiculous behavior.

Especially that one kid with the buzz saw cut near the glorified kitty litter they call a sand box. He was just sitting there shoveling one handful after another of sand into his gaping jaws until his cheeks puffed out and sand burst at the seams of cavity filled mouth-Raito's lips curled in disgust-,why wasn't anyone stopping the kid?

/"Hyuk Hyuk"/

Yes, Raito was far from amused but apparently Ryuk was.

In a sudden sadism mood Raito tightened his hold on Ryuk's plush neck, twisted his little head and was satisfied when Ryuk croaked a weak cry of discomfort.

Feeling slightly dirty at witnessing the disturbing scene-what is wrong with that kid?-, Raito took to turning his small body slightly on the swing to watch his mom and her peers half heartedly, completely ignoring the pleading Ryuk.

The group was at the moment deeply engrossed on some baseless gossip no doubt and from the looks of things it was something bad judging from the way his mom's frown deepened and her hand wrung the other worriedly.

Releasing Ryuk from his strangulation hold-much to the plush's relief and Raito's bemusement-, Raito idly began to wonder what his mother's friends were talking about to get that sort of reaction out of his normally composed mom.

Before Raito could ponder over the matter further a trembling ball of pink caught his attention in the corner of his eyes, making Raito immediately turn to investigate.

Completely missing the conflicted emotions flitting across his mother's face as she stared after him.


Sachiko at the moment was feeling horrible.

After years of hoping for a child she had finally given birth to a beautiful baby boy and what did she do to her precious son?-she completely failed as a mother and utterly ruined him, it was a miracle Sayu didn't end up like him.

Sachiko desperately wanted to cry on an understanding shoulder.

It had to be her fault, after all Soichiro was always away to work on some dangerous case despite her own feelings against it...

But doesn't that mean her husband was a fault also? Maybe if Soichiro was a constant around the house more to her children, the male role model her baby boy needed-her baby would still be here.

No he isn't her baby anymore; Raito-he is just Yagami Raito

Physically he looked the same, his hair the color Sachiko's mother had. Sachiko herself adored them, because they really were such a lovely shade that in the right lighting would change into an attractive warm auburn.

It made Sachiko wish mother were still alive to comfort her and give her guidance she so clearly lacked in motherhood.

Because what else could it have been then?

His face held some of her delicate features when she had been younger but his stance and posture was all Soichiro's influence right there she could just tell.

He was still perfect in every way-her baby, her beautiful baby boy-.

'Nonono its Yagami Raito now.'

But his eyes, the eyes Sachiko had grown to love had lost something and her baby boy had disappeared only to be replaced by this stranger who scared her.

Her not baby walked around like a man with purpose and unnatural grace only found in few.

His eyes weren't filled with childish intelligence anymore but this gleam that knew of human cruelty and filled with knowledge that children his age shouldn't know.

Her not baby talked in riddles and hidden intentions like the Cheshire cat in the book 'Alice in Wonderland' Sachiko had read as a child.

Her not baby also took to carrying around a hideous bat-guppy-whatever plushy and confiding to it when he thought he was alone.

That damn plushy probably knew more about Raito than Sachiko will ever hope to understand and-oh god she was jealous of an inanimate object!

"Say what do you think, Sachiko? ~"

But maybe she was wrong maybe it was all part of her overactive imagination…slight bouts of insanity did run on her mother's side of the family…

"…Sachiko?"

Someone was shaking her by the shoulders lightly, pulling Sachiko out of her reverie.

"Ah..yes Konata-san?" Sachiko replied softly, wincing slightly when Konata finally released her shoulders from the vice like hold.

"We've been trying to get your attention for the past few minutes now Sachiko...something wrong?" asked Konata, her ruby painted lips turning downward and the women around Konata murmured agreements and exchanged distraught looks of worry at Sachiko; recently they had all begun to notice the dark rings around Sachiko's eyes and her defeated slumped shoulders.

"Oh yes I'm fine Konata-san thank you for asking." Sachiko gave a feeble grin towards the mass that did nothing to assure them.

"C'mon Sachiko tell us what's got you so worked up, something happen at home?" voiced Masato curiously. Sachiko wasn't stupid and knew Masato cared for no one but herself and juicy gossip to sink her manicured nails into and twist as she liked.

Right now though Sachiko didn't really care what that sick woman wanted, but the problem at hand she couldn't handle and was killing herself over.

'Oh Raitoherbabyboy where had she gone wrong?'

"It's…Its Raito…" Sachiko finally admitted to the crowd, wringing her hands together as a force of habit.

"Raito-kun? What about him?" Konata urged carefully, Raito was always such a lovely angel around Konata- he was every mother's dream come true. Konata wondered what the polite child had gone and done to cause such distress in his mother like that.

"I…I feel like I don't know him anymore Konata-san, he's just..." And like a switch to the flood gates Sachiko began to tell the group of her worries and her concerns towards her only son.

"Yagami-san"

All the women were startled when Naomi, the eldest and usually most quiet amongst the group cut Sachiko off in the middle of her hysteric rambling.

"N-Naomi-san?"

"Perhaps your son is only just trying to be helpful Yagami-san, you said so yourself that your husband is frequently busy at work and also there is a younger sibling to consider. Perhaps this is his way of telling you that he's trying to grow up Yagami-san, he doesn't want to burden you further and wants to be stronger for the both you and his younger sister." Naomi offered soothingly before falling quiet again and would most likely stay that way for another year till summer like a damn cicada.

"Yeah Sachiko~ And Raito playing with dolls this age isn't that strange-heck my kid still does sometimes too!" Konata proclaimed loudly, her trade mark mega watt smile never failing to brighten the atmosphere, especially now.

Masato seeing no juicy gossip for the taking immediately went to change the topic that quickly pulled the rest of the group in except for a silent and stunned Sachiko.

Oh god maybe that was it, everything made perfect sense to Sachiko now and for the first time in two straight years after the sudden change in her baby boy Sachiko felt the weight of frustration and worry lift from her shoulders.

Sachiko began repeating to herself inwardly over and over again the same sentence that she had so longed to say.

She did not fail.

She did not fail as a mother to her children.

Still silently saying the mantra in her head Sachiko turned to gaze at her son.

And froze stock still, her heart felt as if it was held tight in a ice cold fist.

The bored calculating look Raito was giving to the other children, as if measuring their worth made Sachiko re-evaluate Naomi-san's reasoning.

The way Raito simply sat there on the swing like he owned the place and the tilt of his chin slightly in the air made Sachiko think of those kings who ruled their subjects from inside their mighty castle walls.

Sachiko imagined the king on his throne and in his entire regal glory, saying to his subjects one day that for the greater good of the kingdom there must be sacrifice and ordered his men to go out into the war and fight for him to die for him.

And men did so without question.

For some reason Raito's face easily replaced the kings and that thought disturbed Sachiko greatly.

The way the rest of the children seemed to tread instinctively around Raito didn't dissuade Sachiko's imagination. Especially since there were 3 more empty swings beside Raito ever since he claimed a seat.

For the first time in 3 years Sachiko wasn't blaming herself anymore nor questioning her sanity.

Because right now she was finally seeing her son for what he was for the first time.

Not a rebelling boy who was slowly distancing himself from his family.

Not a boy trying to force himself to become an adult for the sake of his mother and sister.

Not even a stranger either, because now that she thought about it a little more Raito knew her really well.

Too well in fact

Sachiko vaguely remembered when they had once visited the grocery. Raito without being asked calmly came back to her after browsing the aisles and dropped a clear box filled with star candy into the cart in favor of carrying a plastic bag filled with polished red apples.

After purchasing the packages she handed the box to Raito, but he refused the candy and told her it was hers.

"You like the green kind right mom." It wasn't a question and Raito without looking back entered the house disappearing with his apples, leaving Sachiko looking stunned outside.

Her secret indulgence really, she never told anyone nor even took any home with her-not even her darling husband knew!

His eyes that seem to know everything about everyone, even though it just wasn't logically possible

His unnatural grace and silent footsteps that creep up behind you without a sound, startling Sachiko too many times to count

His mature attitude and aura that demanded respect like a little king

His Cheshire like riddles that held a secret joke only he and his plushy knew-Sachiko swore she saw the bastard doll smirking at her on a number of occasions-but that was crazy thinking and impossible

His painfully polite and intelligent way of holding a conversation forced everyone to treat him like an adult whether or not they consciously knew

His frightening sneer whenever dissatisfied that probably killed many puppies around the world that were owned by diagnosed cancer sick little girls

His sudden disappearances late at night that almost gave Sachiko a heart attack when she had first found out, especially when he came back with that twisted version of a child's toy-the ugly plushy Sachiko had secretly named Joker, due to its wide horrible grin that bared its plush teeth-which after much glowering on Raito's part, Sachiko finally conceded into letting him keep it

His one sided conversation with said Joker-actually pausing after sentences as if listening to it reply

His sudden fondness/obsession for Apples with a capital A, eating it every day every hour whenever he possibly can and completely soaking himself in apple based products

His slightly feminine-okay totally feminine obsession with looking absolutely perfect, brushing his hair 100 times every day and smoothing out his outfit for any visible wrinkles when no one was looking, wearing apple flavor lip gloss.

His demands for apple scented detergent that he had specifically ordered Sachiko to be using on Joker and only Joker when washing him-yes Raito gave it a gender

That weird dark chuckle that grew into a hysterical cackle when he thought he was alone

Nothing

Made

Sense

Right when her train of thought ended Sachiko swore Raito's brown eyes flashed crimson for a split second as he gazed out into the park, Joker spasming sharply on Raito's lap before falling bonelessly limp in her baby's arms.

Why didn't anyone else notice this but Sachiko?

Was she finally going crazy, just like her grandfather and the one before him?

"I'm going insane." Sachiko couldn't help but blurt out, her face utterly blank.

The other women around her looked at Sachiko curiously but luckily they didn't hear exactly what she said and quickly went back to their conversation.

And so Sachiko was left blissfully alone once again, her question still unanswered.

What Sachiko didn't know was that the madness in her family was only passed down from the male side.


Raito raised a fine eyebrow at the sight that greeted him.

A girl maybe a year younger then Raito himself was being harassed by a circle of misfit boys. Apparently they thought it was funny to snatch the girl's cabbage patch doll and toss it around while goading her to get it.

The girl's small stature failed to reach for the doll obviously.

Taking it up a notch one of the boys ripped off the plush's head, threw the headless doll to the ground and stomped repeatedly on it. The rest of his friends found it absolutely hilarious.

The girl burst into tears clutching the edge of her dirty pink sundress, she obviously didn't think it was funny at all. Ryuk, having witnessed the dismemberment of a fellow plushy blanched in horror and flailed wildly before falling limp in Raito's arms.

Oh…Ryuk fainted; this'll make great blackmailing material…

Suddenly a yell of rage came from behind the group of boys and the little girl's older brother-if their similar features were a dead giveaway-made the little sadists quickly scramble away in fear.

They were rightly wise to be scared; unlike his sister's petite frame he was easily scaling a foot taller than the rest of the munchkins in the park, including Raito himself.

Raito's eyes narrowed feeling a sense of déjà vu, his mind trying to place the boy's face out from past memories.

Ah…Morita

'Morita Takeshi' Raito couldn't forget a monster like that, if Raito remembered correctly Takashi had killed the perpetrators who raped his sister and was then later arrested for murder.

No killed wasn't the accurate word, it was execution.

He tore into them with his bare hands and brute strength alone. Taking his fury out in a more productive way and dealing justice for his sister.

The event occurred during Raito's 11th grade in Daikoku Private Academy.

An event that hadn't occurred yet though and wont for another 10 years…

It made Raito want to throw a tantrum, being 5 years old made him feel vulnerable-no, he is vulnerable! By the time he'd properly gain all his powers, Raito would be long dead and six feet under.

'But…maybe not for long…' Raito thought while eyeing the duo, his mind churning up ideas.

Silently Raito slipped off his perch and headed towards the two siblings with the still unconscious Ryuk in tow.

At the right moment too apparently seeing as Takashi for the life of him could not calm his sobbing sister down-it was a disgustingly pitiful sight really-.

Takashi although donned with a plain name was anything but.

He had short black hair and narrow green eyes, his face adorned with light freckles that later in growth would fade completely.

His sister Chisuka had matching black hair that lay in a loose braid, reaching well past her shoulders and large expressive brown eyes that complimented her shy demeanor.

If Raito's memory served him right Takashi and Chisuka both grew to look attractive in their own rights.

Takashi at the age of 15 was still the intimidating, freakishly tall brother only with years of developed muscles to back up his image. The muscles no doubt were from constantly saving his sister from trouble and getting into fights due to his reckless anger.

Takashi's history of his legendary temper and inhuman strength made many wary and fear Takashi because when he dished out a threat it wasn't an empty one it was a promise.

Due to his reputation, Takashi's social life was shot to hell and burned into a nice ebony crisp.

Chisuka however was surprisingly popular despite being painfully shy and garnered many admirers in highschool. Chisuka's body filling out during that time with soft curves and her pretty face did nothing to waver their advances.

Especially for whatever reason her monster of a brother had taken to avoiding her during the middle of the school year.

Which was the opening her admirers had been waiting for and they turned to more forceful means after being constantly rejected.

Raito was glad during his first life his admirers had the sense to stay away and rightfully worship him from afar like the god he is…

'A little dose of narcism never hurt anyone…'

-Death Note-

-Kira-

-Getting shot-

D-I-E-I-N-G

-Mu-

-Nothingness-

-PainpainMTFingPAIN!-

Raito shuddered uncontrollably and forced himself to pull it together because he was standing there like an idiot-several feet away from his current objective, luckily the two hadn't seemed to notice Raito's presence or his mini breakdown.

'It'll be different this time.' Raito thought firmly, fist clenched tighter around Ryuk and took a step forward.


TBC