//..//Our Little Secret//..//
Well, this is my first Death Note fanfic. I hope it will be enjoyed!
Rated M for later content
LXLight-if you don't like slash, here's a little advice, DON'T READ THIS!
Yay, they are like my favourite pairing EVER swoon
Don't expect lots of action straight out, this fic is likely to be long, and I'm planning to slowly build up the tension!
Anyways, on with the story!
P.S. Death Note is not mine...or is it?
...no, sadly not
Prologue
//One month before the Death Note was dropped in the human world//
The sun was beginning to set, casting a strange glow. Due to the pollution in the air, the light reaching Tokyo was red, so it looked as if the gleaming skyscrapers were coated in blood. Strolling down a road bustling with pedestrians, Light Yagami took a moment to marvel at this strange yet beautiful effect. For a second, he looked at the many swarming humans around him, and felt nauseous. It was the same sort of sensation you get with deja-vu, yet different. He felt suddenly so disgusted with the world, so full of hatred for the corruption of this society that he thought the feeling might overwhelm him.
Little did he know, it would be this feeling that would lead him to change the course of human history forever.
The moment passed, he righted himself and pushed himself further in with the crowd. His mind returned to trivial things, what he would be studying when he got home, what he needed to remember to bring to school tomorrow, the girl who had called him the previous night. It was just another Sunday. Ever the perfect specimen of a son, Light had offered to go and fetch the family groceries. Soon, he arrived at his pre-determined destination, a convenience store that the Yagami family favoured for it's many varieties of potato chips.
He entered, the automatic doors sliding hastily to allow him in. He strode through the aisles, methodically collecting and checking off the items on the list. He choose his favourite flavour, barbecue flavoured potato chips, with a hungry grin on his face. Although they were not on the list, Light found himself buying a bag of juicy red apples. A strange feeling of unease and excitement washed over him as he carried the baskets of items to the checkout. He approached the one which had only one person, expecting to be able to pay and leave quickly.
However, the person in front of him was being a nuisance. Light watched with increasing impatience as the man fished in his jean pockets, unable to find the money to pay for the mountain of sweets he had selected. Light observed him with distaste. Yes, this guy was just another person who was a waste of space. He appeared scruffy, a baggy dull white shirt, jeans fraying at the ends and a pair of un-tied trainers. Even his hair was wild, a shock of raven black hair that splayed out at the back.
Eventually, the customer payed, holding the money in an odd fashion between his forefinger and thumb. Light breathed out through his nose like an aggravated bull. He hated stupid people. Just as he left, the man turned round and uttered a mumbled apology to Light. He nodded in answer, but did not even bother to look at the pair of deathly black eyes which surveyed him. Then Light payed, and the other man shuffled off, his head down so that his face could not be seen.
Light headed home, the sun was now just peeping over the horizon. Dusk had drawn it's faded curtain, the neon city lights were coming on. He turned the corner, and immediately smacked straight into someone.
"Argh," Light rubbed his arm which had been the point of impact, "Watch where you're going."
"Gomen, gomen," a listless voice answered him. Light snapped his head up and immediately recognised the person. It was that annoying man from the convenience store. Hadn't he caused enough trouble for him today already?! Light narrowed his deep auburn eyes in a painful glare. However, the other just stared unblinking back at him. Light felt a current of fear run through his skin as he allowed himself to be absorbed in the blackness of those eyes…
"Excuse me," The man motioned for Light to step aside. He tore himself away from the hypnotic sight, and with slight embarrassment, let the other man pass. Light Yagami stood erect and unmoving, his eyes following the stranger. Something painful, probably a head ache, was making his head throb. It seemed for him as if all the world had stopped for one moment, for one fateful moment. His head began to swim, he could not see the cheerful lights of the city around him. All he could see was two onyx black eyes.
A tantalising glint of something gold on the pavement distracted him. Like a magpie drawn to treasure, he bent down and picked up the cold metal object.
It was a locket.
Light weighed it in his hand, it was surprisingly heavy, which suggested that it was the highest quality gold. It's surface was embossed with intricate weaving patterns, an in the centre a black enamel cross was set. The chain was also gold, and coiled itself into his palm, a tiny glistening snake. From this striking design, he deduced it was not Japanese. It was also likely to be worth a lot of money. The owner would be sorry to have lost it.
Indeed, the owner was more sorry than Light could possibly imagine.
Mere streets away, in a jet black limosine, the man known simply as "L" was screaming internally. It was not there, not in the special place he had kept it on him. How could one so smart have been so terribly stupid? How could he have been so careless?
His locket, his precious locket. It was unique. It was precious. Inside it's tiny hollow golden body lay all his secrets.
"Watari, be as quick as possible, I must return and search!"
"I'm sorry L, the traffic is jammed. We shall have to proceed on foot."
Meanwhile, Light was peering around for any signs that the owner had returned to claim the mysterious object. Nothing. Just teenagers and tourists swarming around, though anyone could be the owner. Momentarily, Light considered that the man he bumped into could have possibly dropped it, but dismissed the idea. That man looked poor, with his scruffy garments and wild hair. This locket was a thing of beauty, he could only imagine a beautiful person could own it.
And he was, he knew all too well, a beautiful person.
Yes, why couldn't he just take ownership of it? The owner didn't care enough to come back for it, and they obviously didn't care enough for it not to loose it in the first place. Of course, it was proper civilian etiquette to hand lost items into the police, but he did not trust some small fry at the police desk with such a precious thing. It wouldn't be stealing, Light hated thieves, this would be finding instead. He would look after it well. Light's eyes drank in the golden shimmer of the locket, and his heart was pierced with an unearthly desire for it.
"And as they say, finders keepers," he grinned to himself, briskly turned the corner and headed off towards home.
L and Watari had already given the convenience store a brisk once-over, and now retraced L's steps to a sweet shop that he had visited, but found closed, further down the high street. He had then doubled back to the place where Watari had arranged to meet him. Nothing, no hint of gold glinting on the floor. No kind stranger ready to hand his treasure back to him. L's heart was breaking, withering within him. He carefully allowed as little emotion to appear on his face as possible, though he knew he couldn't fool Watari.
"I'm so sorry, L. It's now dark, and you've been out in public too long. I will personally come back and search myself tomorrow. I will also ask members of staff at the convenience store and request to see security camera footage," Watari's voice sounded strained, but hopeful, "And, of course, I will check the local police station."
"Thank you," L responded flatly, "There may even be some CCTV cameras along this street, please check."
The pair returned silently to the car. L's heart still held a little hope, but his head already knew the truth. He had dropped it, and someone had taken it, it was as simple as that. At best, there was probably only a 10 chance it could be recovered. If that.
He watched the city pass outside of the car window. Who, who in this buzzing metropolis of millions had stolen his locket, and all the secrets within?
Light Yagami did not mention the locket to his family. He told them he was delayed due to a long queue at the convenience store. He was the perfect son, so they believed him. After dinner, he hid himself in his bedroom to gaze at his prize. He stroked it's patterned skin lovingly, unaware of his strange behaviour. The locket had cast it's spell, and Light was weak to it. He stared at the golden clasp.
Now it was time to open it.
Hehe
Well, howdya like that eh?
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