Another fic! This kinda came to me randomly, but I hope you enjoy!
EDIT!!
I realized after trying to get one of my friends to read this, that the first four chapters of this are HORRIFIC! SERIOUSLY! Did anyone actually read their DAILOGUE?! WHAT WAS I THINKING?! I was just getting back into the swing of writing when I started this, and my god, you can tell. So, I'm re-vamping at least the first four chapters, and I'll probably actually proofread my other chaps up to the current ones. This will be a job that might take a while, but I'll try to keep up with regular updates. Thankyou everyone who stuck with me through the original version, I hope you enjoy the edited version!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
He was there.
Still fucking there.
That kid in the corner of the library.
That creepy, unblinking kid that was always, always, in that crowded little corner of the school library.
Light tried to ignore it.
Like always.
Just like always, he tried to ignore him.
And just like always, he would fail.
No matter how much he tried to focus on his studies, or tried to distract himself with friends, his eyes would always drift to that ball of flesh in the corner. That particular corner was always dark. It was in a spot where the shelves blocked the windows, and the closest ceiling light had somehow permanently blown out.
The strange entity there always piled books around him on the floor, adding to the ambiance. Stacks and stacks of them, all on different subjects by different authors from different times and different places. As far as Light could tell, the titles were also in several languages. He determined that the boy must know at least twelve seperate languages. Their school only offered seven.
So today, like many other days, Light was working at his full capacity.
Ten percent went to his studies.
The other ninety was spent on forcing himself to not look over at that corner.
He wondered why the librarian never kicked him out. He always sat on the floor and made all those messy piles of books. Any other librarian would be outraged at the disruption in order.
Not to mention, his rather unnerving presence prevented anyone from wandering over there to get books from those dark shelves for themselves. Light had never ventured over there, and he'd never seen anyone else try either.
And damn him but he looked up.
In the distant shadows, he saw dark spikes float above a book being held by a total of four ghostly digits. He held every book in only two fingers from each hand.
Light knew.
He watched him enough.
What really attracted Light's attention though, were those eyes. They were usually stoic to an extreme degree, but Light could just manage to see beyond that. It was near impossible because of the distance between them, but Light could tell that they were….haunted.
Yes, even though the chance occurred rarely, only when the enigma had to switch books, whenever Light saw those black eyes, the only word that came to mind was haunted.
Light wanted to know why.
Why did this boy sit there like that alone in the library?
Why did he do nothing but read and eat sweets all day?
Light didn't want to judge, but he seemed, just a little… lonely.
It seemed like he hated being alone in his corner, so it was a mystery as to why he subjected himself to it. Most likely no one else thought this, but Light could see the uncomfortable tension in slump of his shoulders, the sad way he held his books.
At least he already knew why he cared about this, so he had the comfort of not having to torture himself with that extra question.
He was different.
And not just because of the way he looked or acted.
There was something else, something special that set him apart.
He wasn't trying to be different either, no. He didn't act in that desperate teenage way where they flaunt their faults for sympathy and attention. No, this creature simply stewed in his dissimilarity, simply sitting with his books in his corner, whittling away at time. He didn't want to be noticed. He simply wanted to exist inside his novels.
Even so, Light stood up. He would get the answers to his questions. He would learn about him, pick him apart, learn everything about him to quell his curiosity, and then he could contentedly back away again. Well, back away, or earn a new friend.
Either way, it didn't really matter.
As long as he could use that other ninety percent of his brain again.
Ok! My first DN AU fic! No one writes about the two in high school, so I thought I'd go with a stereotype and write one! L's character is going to be really interesting, and I'm excited about it! Sorry this chapter didn't have much happen in it, but I just wanted to set the mood. So! Please read and review! Sorry for the short chapter!