Justice is served
Prologue
Light held on to the tears that threatened to leak out. He would not give them the satisfaction of knowing how much their abuse affected him. What hurt was that the teachers did nothing to stop it. Maybe it was their cruel way of getting revenge on the boy that knew more than they did. At the ripe age of fifteen his brain wasn't even fully developed and he already had an I.Q to rival even the smartest scientists in the world.
He didn't want it. Sure, he didn't mind being smart at all, it was just everyone treated him like he was an alien. For all he knew, maybe he was an alien. And he knew only one escape route, death.
Chapter 1
"Light, please recite a section from the Tell-Tale Heart," Mrs. Yui sent him a pleading look, because she knew none of the other students would even come close to the answer. He blinked, his brown eyes reflecting the boredom he felt. Lazily he stood, not bearing to look at any of his class mates.
"It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture -a pale blue eye, with a film over it." (1) He said just loud enough to be heard before sitting down. The students around him started whispering, but he ignored them. What he had done was no big deal to him, and he wasn't about to make it one.
"Ahh, a selection from the very beginning, thank you!" Light said nothing as Mrs. Yui gushed over his intelligence. In fact, he ignored her completely, choosing to stare out of the window instead of sparing her a mere glance. It wasn't that he was overly arrogant; he just didn't want to see the others, his peers. They reminded him more of monsters then other young adults -teens- like himself. He used the term young adult, because he didn't feel that he deserved to be in the category teen, it would demote his intelligence.
Mrs. Yui droned on about the importance of reading, something he had little time for, no, he was doing something even more important. He was helping his father solve cases in at the police department. Being chief meant he had more work than the rest, so Light relieved some of the stress off of his shoulders. The shoulders that already held so much stress, too much, for a man of his age. Light inwardly sighed as he thought of such, and bothered to take a glance at the teacher. Her ever enthusiastic personality annoyed him to no end, and he wished she would just shut up sometimes. And at times he thought her voice was nothing more than a squeal. Hiding his annoyance, and disgust, of his teacher he once again fixed his eyes on the outside world.
He noticed a few things that had changed from the few minutes he had looked away from the window. One, the morning dew was slowly dissipating. Two, there were two peers (he guesses there, seeing as he had never seen them before) were making out on one of the benches. And finally three, there was a black book that seemed to fall from the sky. Trying to get a closer look to see if someone possibly threw it from the roof, he saw no one. It was possible that someone had thrown it, and then ran, but that didn't explain why. Light was someone who needed an explanation for everything, and if he himself couldn't come up with the answer right away, he would investigate. He would have to wait though, because it wasn't like he could just run out of the classroom to go get a mysterious flying book. Yeah, that would go over great with his teacher.
"Class dismissed, oh, and Light?" The Teacher paused, "If you could stay behind for a minute that would be great." Light knew no matter how optional that sounded he had no choice. Nodding slightly with an annoyed look on his face, he walked over to his teacher's desk.
"Light, please grab a chair," She motioned to one of the many chairs in the room. He stalked over to a desk and grabbed it, before grudgingly bringing over to the desk. He could tell from the light tan color of her desk it was maple. She nodded before continuing, "Light, you know if you have any problems you can always tell me," Light knew she meant well (And was the only that appeared to give a damn about him) so he just nodded plainly, his expression blank. He didn't want her to possibly mistake the growing scowl on his face as a look of gratitude, so he began to stand. "Oh, and one more thing," She said, halting him from standing completely. Suppressing a huff of annoyance he sat back down. "You were the only student to get a hundred percent on yesterday's pop quiz, congratulations!" He knew she didn't expect a look of excitement to appear on his face, but she thought he was at least proud f his accomplishment. He wasn't. He supposed it was because he knew his fellow peers would just pick on him, or perhaps because he had done this so many other times. Either way, he stood and promptly walked out of the class room.
"Have a nice day Light!" Yui yelled, smiling as Light slammed the door. Chuckling, she muttered a quick "He does that every time," before standing up and collecting her own things. She wanted to leave before she saw Light get bullied once again.
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Light scrambled to escape before they found him, but inside he knew it was useless. He was just a terrified boy hiding behind his never wavering mask.
"Hey Light-o, how's it going?" a teen the same age as himself walked up to him with his two lackeys close behind. Light said nothing, only glared at them. He had decided a while ago that if they were going to fight him, he was going to fight back.
"Hey, I asked you a question!" Yammy (2) yelled. Something snapped in Light and he shifted his eyes from his lackey's to Yammy's.
"Du-dude, your eyes!" Light didn't move, nor say a word. He knew his eyes had changed to their red-ish tint, and it had scared him the first time he saw it. He was over that now, but he remembered the day like it was yesterday. In fact, it happened only a week ago.
Flashback
Light groaned as he noticed his new black eye, it had to be the tenth this year. Classes only started last month. Light sighed, grabbing a pack of ice from the freezer and ran back to the bathroom quickly. He softly applied the pack of ice, wincing as the cold made contact with his skin. After patiently holding the ice there, he removed it from his eye. Taking a glance in the mirror, his eyes widened. His right eye, the one hit, was red. His breath caught in his throat as he stared back at himself, yet it didn't seem like himself. It felt like everything about Light was fake, even his reflection.
End Flashback
"What are you talking about?" He mumbled, looking away from the teen. Said teen grabbed him, forcing his eyes to be visible.
"Oh… it must have been the light," Light heard Yammy mumble, before turning his attention back to Light. "So I heard you got another hundred on the pop quiz in Yui Sensei's class," (3) Yammy voice was laced with venom. The boy had probably failed again.
"Yes," He said, not daring to say anything else. He felt pain in his side, and he gasped. He wasn't prepared for the beating to start so soon. One of Yammy's friends (if they could be called that) had punched him in the side. It appeared to be Tokay that would initiate the fight today. Light did nothing until Tokay came back for another hit, at which he easily dodged. Years of getting beat up made you become stronger, and as long it was just physical abuse he could handle it. Mental abuse, on the other hand was a completely different story.
Another flashback
Light was a young boy, at the age of 11. He was just walking home from school when one of the older kids from his school had come up from behind him and grabbed him. He squealed, trying to get away.
"You know, Light, you are just too smart. I bet your own mother doesn't even like you, let alone your father. I bet they wished someone would come along and push you in front of car so that they wouldn't have to care about you anymore. Then they could have a normal kid and live without you there to ruin everything," Light, being young was not prepared for such abuse. The worst kind, verbal.
End Flashback
Light knew that was the first time he had thought of suicide. The exact definition; the action of killing oneself intentionally (4) he knew well. He had thought of it countless hours, even at his own age. Light was no stranger to death. And death understood him well, seeing as it was like as second father to him.
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A/N Yes, i finally finished. These chapters will be much longer then my other story Androphobia, I promise. This is just a short intro, and i hope you like my cliffy! since i started the pole i had a few more ideas to add to the story. Like him already knowing a certain shinigami -cough- Ryuk -cough-. L will appear soon, maybe the next chapter!
Ok, disclaimer! I do not own Death Note, nor the things/people that reside within. Only the OOC's, which play no major part, just the bullies. That's it. Oh, and the teacher's, cause i gotta give them names.
Ok, so here are what the numbers mean.
(1) Is a selection from the short story Tell-Tale Heart, and I in no way possible own it. It belongs to one Edgar Allen Poe, so if you like that go read the whole thing! I didnt feel like doing some huge ass math problem beyond my comprehension, so I just did that. Yes, I am very lazy.
(2) Ok, i named the head bully Yammy, because if you know bleach, there is a huge guy named Yammy. He in no way actually looks like him, but I felt like doing that. So who ever owns Bleach (im to lazy to look) has given me the awesome idea to use the name.
(3) As you may have noticed, I was calling the teacher Mrs. Yui, while later Yammy calls her Yui sensei. Quick bio, She's origanly American, but married a chinesse/Japanesse man (take your pick). They are in Japan, so they ould want to call her sensei(teacher) while she would prefer Mrs. I hope that makes sense.
(4) I do know what suicide, but I got the dirrect def., which i found at .
Well...thats all!
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