Hey there everyone!

I decided to add some A/N to the prologue after all!

So, stumbling over a dozen of " what if Light got a second chance" fanfictions, in my search for boredom relievers, I thought why not make one myself?

Though, my take on it is a little different... How so?

YOU JUST HAVE TO READ AND FIND OUT ! MUWAHAHHAHHAHHAA!

...'3'...

Anyway!

This will probably be a one shot, but then again I might turn it in a multi-chapter story... '-' depends on how bored I might get, I guess...

So yeah, please R&R !


He wakes up, sweating and struggling for air. His eyes wide open and his teeth grinding ,he slaps a hand on his mouth as a scream threatens to escape him.

He wakes up, and yet he's not even sure when or if he really ever fell asleep. And so he bites his lips harshly, feels the pain and only then does he calm down.

He's now wide awake, a little shaken, but awake and he doesn't want to risk closing his eyes and staying in bed any longer even as his body keeps aching and begs him for another five minutes.

He stands up, and with shaky steps he makes his way to the bathroom. Big round seemingly innocent brown eyes stare back at him in the mirror, and he sighs in relieve and starts combing his brown mess of hair to put every lock in order.

He's good to go. And he makes his way out of the door, waving at his mother with a graceful smile on his lips like the perfect son he is.

He gets to school on time and he takes his seat, frowning as he tries to ignore the squealing crowd of girls beside him.

He's sleepy and bored, and he really can't help the yawn escaping him as he struggles to keep his eyes fixed on the black board ahead.

He fails. And brown orbs roll around the classroom lazily to finally rest on the window beside him and suddenly a black blur caches his attention.

He feels the black note-book between his hands, feels it's texture and runs a finger across its name. "Death note" he mouthes, and a feeling of dread takes over him as memories of his dreamnightmare this morning come back to him.

He's horrified and scared but curious and skeptic as he reads the death note's rules to find them strangely familiar.

He's about to put the notebook down where he found it, but he hesitates and thinks and hesitates and rethinks and keeps hesitating and rethinking as doubts overtake him. And even though he knows that this is just a prank, a waste of time, totally stupid and that he shouldn't even consider taking this seriously, the supernatural lover and dare-devil inside him makes a point and somehow convinces him that it'll be fun and amusing and that it is worth a shot.

And he finds himself thinking back to his dreamnightmare, to the Shinigamis and the note books, to the detectives and the criminals and the deadDEADdeadDEADdeadDEADdead that piled up one after another with every strike of the pen.

He feels poetic. And he starts imagining himself standing in front of a divided path, were he has to choose right or left. And the wind would whisper in his ears taunting him.

"where shall thee go?

to the right where there's nothing left?

or..

to the left where there's nothing right?"

He holds his jaw in concentration.

He considers left, and he sees himself in the coming future: detective following his father's legacy, entering the police department. He's hardworking and determined so he ends up overworked and over exhausted trying to make the world a safer place for his family and loved ones. And yet he fails as he's still unable to pass befitting judgement on the corruption and filth surrounding him. Unable to truly stop the most horrid crimes and arrest the culprit when it concerns the higher-ups or anyone with the tiniest bit of money or power.

Then he thinks about right, and memories of his dream overflow him with visions of a future where the supernatural turns real, where the good and the innocent could finally live without fear. Where the criminals and the corrupted are judged properly and would never be able to steal lives or torture the innocent anymore.

All with the simple strokes of a pen.

Yet it's a future where corpses pile up one after the other, where it's death upon death and where blood is splattered everywhere flowing like a river of crimson engulfing his father and Sayu in its wake. Where his hands never seem to get cleaner even though he keeps rubbing them with the most expensive soap for almost an hour. Where shadows seem to hunt him in his dreams. Where he dies in the most pathetic way, as if someone was mocking his dreams of godliness and absolute power.

All with the simple strokes of a pen.

And he stops rigidly in place , his eyes wide and his heart beating madly in his chest.

...

...

The wind keeps whispering in his ears, taunting him.

...

...

He decides.

And this time he doesn't hesitate as he picks up the black notebook and stuffs it in his bag. His eyes flaring in determination as his lips pull into a confident smile. And he makes his way through the crowd of student as he whispers to no one in particular:

" If I can't take right or left then I'll chose neither and I'll just go straight in and make my own path!

That way I will make sure things will be right ...and left..."

If this was a real "Death note" anyway...

He takes off, unaware of a pair of large, round, yellow eyes following his every movement. The humanoid being with light grey skin ,staring at him, stretches its abnormally large limbs as it explodes into laugher.

"Right and left? Humans are truly interresting~ kukukukuku"

And as it finally tires out of laughing, it stands up stretching its abnormally long limbs.

" Though surely, this time things will be neither right nor left, but instead... kukukuku~

Well, whatever. That only makes it even more so fun ~

Wouldn't be amusing to watch the same thing unfold twice after all..."

And as the grim creature is finally up properly, it starts walking away through a barren and desolate land, knocking some scattered bones to the side as it grumbles something about missing those juicy apples.