Sun Kissed Skin

School was finally over. Light had never really liked school, as he already knew the material, but recently the reasons had changed. He walked quickly home, a confident stride in his step. Everything was going perfectly. He smirked to himself. He was winning. He had the upper hand. Soon enough he would be proven innocent whilst still killing criminals under surveillance.

As he approached the house, his mask went back into place, ready for the cameras. Showtime.
He walked steadily up to the door, shutting it quietly behind him.
"I'm home." He announced, slipping off his shoes and placing them neatly by the door. Sachiko called a greeting in reply from the kitchen. Picking up his bag, Light ascended the stairs to 'study' in his room as he always did. It was always about routine. Routine helped prove his innocence.

He placed his bag on the floor and removed his sweaty school shirt, placing it in his clothes hamper, which left him in his undershirt. With the events of the day catching up with him, Light lay back onto his bed and closed his eyes, bringing his arms behind his head. Slow and even breathing. He must remain calm. Calm and relaxed. Unnecessary tension is just a hindrance.

Opening his eyes, he sat up and stretched his long limbs.
"Might as well do some homework." He said, informing his audience of his intentions. He leant over the bed edge and shuffled through his bag until he found the correct text book, then brought it onto the bed. Sighing, he flicked through the book until he arrived at the right page and proceeded to skim read through it. Maths. How boring.

The stationary on his desk rattled slightly, but Light kept his head down. He didn't want to alert the cameras of his concern, especially if that Shinigami Ryuk was making his pens move by themselves.
'Damn' he thought to himself 'I thought I told him not to touch anything. He's going to get me caught!'

Light turned the page, pretending that he was oblivious to all the supernatural forces in his room. The stationary rattled again and a pen fell onto the floor. His head snapped up, glaring at the damn Shinigami who had caused the abnormality. But he wasn't there. Confusion flooded his features as he was left staring at an empty desk, a pen on the floor. Ryuk chuckled from behind him.
"You didn't really think that was me did you?" He laughed. Light got up from his bed and walked towards the pen, picking it up and examining it. "I'm not that stupid."

The pen looked normal. It was a pen. But how and why had it ended up on the floor? He cautiously placed the object of his confusion back on the desk and eyed it suspiciously. And that's when the stationary started rattling again.

His eyes widened, watching his pens and pencils twitching as though some unknown force was acting on them. With each second, the shaking intensified. Books that were once sorted alphabetically on his bookshelf, tipped off and over the edge and lay scattered on the floor. Clothes that were once delicately hanging from their designated hanger, slipped out of their hold and collected at the bottom of his wardrobe. His bedside lamp precariously wobbled and fell, smashing on the ground. Then it struck him. This wasn't anything supernatural; it was simply an earthquake.

An earthquake. Shaking. His desk.

Light's eyes widened further. His breath hitched. He scrambled towards the desk draw. His surroundings rumbled and possessions broke. The desk drawer shook as Light yanked it open.
"Oh sh-"

White light filled his vision.
His ears rung.

For a moment he was completely numb, a comfortable aura surrounding him as though he were lying in a field of golden corn, a soft breeze sifting through his brown locks. But only for a moment. Then reality kicked in. The pain. So much pain. It rippled through his body, making him tense up and give a strangled cry. It centred on his back, where he assumed he was now lying on. His vision returned, blurry and disorientated. Bright oranges and yellows greeted him, making him wince and his eyes water. They fell closed from weights he couldn't fight against.

Crackling relaxed his thoughts and he felt himself falling into the clutches of sleep. But he didn't want to sleep. Not in his position. Not in this reality. Yet he couldn't fight against the heavenly hands that held his head and numbed his thoughts.

Somewhere within the cotton wool multiplying in his head, Light thought he heard a door slamming and a woman's cry. That was it before unconsciousness claimed him.

-a/n-
It has begun! *insert evil laugh*
So I playing the Sims with my L sim and Light sim... yeah don't judge ... and this idea suddenly struck me and I was like YES. Anyway, I usually don't write much at any one point but I already have like 3 chapters written, but I'm posting them in bitable chunks becuase I'm kind. What do you mean I should be finishing my other fic? I have plans for that too... maybe

Anyway, I thought earthquakes were common in Japan and yet Death Note had like zero. I mean correct me if I'm wrong, but here have a yummy earthquake. I wanted to practice showing not telling, but sure I don't know if it worked *shrugs*

My laptop screen keeps flickering and it's freaking me out. Like I'm ready for the jump scare, bring it on. Just ignore me