Only Never Human // Chapter 1
Series: Death Note
Pairing: Light(Raito)/L
Status: WIP
Content: m/m (boys love), AU (alt. universe), spoilers for L's real name.
Short Note: I've bascially taken L and Light and put them in a different setting, but tried my best to keep some of their original personalities/traits, aswell as some of the feel of the Death Note world in-tact. I might even put a few supporting Death Note characters in here somehow. 3
Disclaimer: Death Note and it's characters are (c) Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. Everyone else are my OCs.
Only Never Human
"KIRA! KIRA! KIRA!"
I can hear them calling.
"KIRA! KIRA! KIRA!"
I can hear them calling for me.
"KIRA! KIRA! KIRA!"
For me and only me.
"KIRA! KIRA! KIRA!"
"Yagami. You're on." A mid-aged Japanese manager motioned for his number 1 singer to step out on stage.
Wordlessly, Yagami did so. A wide smirk could not be hidden on his face. The smirk grew more evil with every step he took towards his glory. Towards the glory of his world. The world he created whenever he took to the stage.
He was no longer "Light Yagami".
As soon as he was made visible to the enormous crowd, the screaming and calling stopped almost immediately. It was just the calm before the storm.
Now, he was "Kira". He was the star. The star the whole world wanted-- no, needed. They needed him. His new world needed his light.
Kira picked up the microphone and the very moment he opened his mouth and started to sing, the storm began. The thunder was the sound of his praise and the lightning was the proof of his power. The power of his light.
'My shining world'.
A man, no older than 24 years, slumped into his cushioned chair, drawing his knees up to his chest, habitually. The deep darkness of his eyes, lined with a soft grey hue from lack of sleep, were only matched by his messy, black hair. He switched the table lamp on, but it didn't seem to work. He shrugged it off after flipping the "ON" switch a few times. Gropping for the remote for the small televison a few feet away, he realized that that was meaningless as it seemed that the electricity wasn't on at all in his apartment room.
He sat silently in the dark for a while, wondering what he could do now.
Ever since he had left the Wammy House and tried to live on his own, misfortune had become his middle name. But, his given name being Lawliet, of course.
"Well.. I suppose just sitting here won't help the situation." He carefully stood and found some clean things to wear.
It wasn't too difficult. His only choice was blue jeans and long sleeved, white shirts. He had about a half closet's worth of just those.
'Mr. Wammy made me take plently of these..' He thought to himself, letting a small smile claim his lips. Mr. Wammy had taken care of him, aswell as many other exeptional children at the orphanage named after the old man. He had even insisted that if Lawliet wanted to leave and "find himself", that he should take somethings with him. Such as food, clothes, and even a bit of money.
'But... I suppose it is normal for me to experience a bit of depression. I am in a new enviorment..' There he went. Analyzing things. Normal things. "Thinking too much". Something Mr. Wammy had warned him about. If he was going to fit in with the rest of society, he was going to have to make a few changes.
The sun was beginning to rise outside. Through the gaps of the window's shades, rays of light crept into the room and hit Lawliet's most prized posession. He had brought his beloved guitar with him. It sat alone against the wall with the only window in the small living room.
After slipping on his worn out, barely used pair of shoes, Lawliet gently took his guitar and strummed the strings lightly, as he did every morning for reassurance. When he heard the notes that followed he smiled and pulled the strap of the instrument over his shoulder. He wasn't sure where he was going exactly, but he knew it would probably help his mind to leave his room.
He found himself outside the hotel he was staying in. He had learned to ignore all the stares he caught from strangers. It could have been his slightly sloutched posture as he walked or his messy appearance; ruffled hair, baggy clothes. But, being different from other people was really the least of Lawliet's concerns at the moment.
The weather, he thought, was actually pleasant.'Maybe, if I was to find a place to sit that is out of the direct sunlight, I could be comfortable.'
He soon found such a spot. It was a shady place near a shimmering water fountain. Of course, Lawliet found that it was a little too crowded near the fountain so he went off to the side of the centre and sat on a stone bench. He took his guitar off his back and placed it over his lap.
Looking over at the growing crowd, he wondered vaugely what all the fuss was about. Something else caught his eyes; most all of the people around were adults wearing suits and looking important. He thought this was odd since this place seemed more suited to "family fun" than to adult business meetings.
There was, however, one child there which stuck out like a sore thumb in the taller crowd. It was a little girl who was a bit off to the side sitting in a fold-out chair. By the looks of her, she seemed to come from a pretty weathly family; her clothes were nice, pressed, and up-to-date fashion-wise. Her brown hair was up in curly pigtails and she had a very expensive looking handbag in her lap.
Even though Lawliet's bangs covered up most of his face when his head was down, the girl seemed to notice that she was being watched as she looked in his direction. Slowly, she pulled her small bag onto her shoulder and walked over to where Lawliet was. He looked up slightly as she moved, wondering what she could want.
"Excuse me.." Came a tiny, high pitched voice. Lawliet didn't miss her very strong English accent either.
"Yes?" He replied in his own British tongue.
"Could I sit here?" She pointed to the spot next to him.
Lawliet blinked in momentary confusion, but then nodded a "Yes" and she sat down, crossing her short legs gracefully.
It was a strange sight indeed. A little girl, clean, pampered sitting next to a.. well, a young man who might have even been mistaken for a homeless man at the time.
Now that she was so close, he could see her in full detail. She was very pretty; blue eyes, pale skin. She even smelled nice.
"So.. What are you doing over here?" She asked after a while.
Lawliet paused for a moment. "I am here to think. Clear my mind."
This seemed to surprise her. "Oh. What's your name, then?"
"Lawliet."
Smiling, she held her hand up to motion to herself, "Well, that's a very nice name. My name is Dawn. It's a pleasure to meet you." She held her hand out towards Lawliet now, but he wasn't that interested in shaking her hand. He did so anyway, rather awkwardly.
"Heehee. You don't really talk much, do you?" Without waiting for an answer she spoke again. "It's been really boring. My daddy and I woke up really early this morning and came down here. He will only be in town for a couple more days at the most and he said he would spend time with me if he did well at work today... He promised." Her face fell slightly.
Lawliet looked over to her, hopeing that this simple gesture would tell her that he did care about what she was saying. When she smiled at him, he knew for sure it did.
"You know.." She reached a hand out to the young man's face. Lawliet jumped in his seat slightly at the touch, but she assured him that it was harmless. "Your hair covers your face a lot. I want to fix it." She stated, moving his bangs back so she could see. Her eyes grew wide, "Wow! I thought you would be ugly, but you're not!"
Lawliet was surprised aswell, "You thought I would be ugly..?"
Dawn giggled. "Well, yeah. You did have your face covered up and all." She looked over and noticed that he had an instrument with him. "Ah..! What's that? A guitar?"
Lawliet looked at it and lifted it up, showing her.
"Can you play it?"
"Yes."
"Wow, can you play it for me right now?" She seemed rather excited.
Playing for strangers wasn't really all that new to Lawliet. At the orphanage he would play for the other children and practice in front of Mr. Wammy, who always seemed delighted to hear it. Ever since he was small he seemed to have a natural talent for it, among other things.
He held the guitar properly in his lap and checked the tune of it once more before beginning to play.
Dawn watched, eyes even wider. She couldn't even manage to say "wow". Only listen.
Slowly, the crowd in the centre area started to quiet down and look in the direction of the music. There was even a man who ran over when he saw the girl next to Lawliet. "Dawn.. What are you--?" Someone in the crowd "shh'ed" him and listened even harder. Pretty soon, everyone was carefully walking closer to Lawliet and the little girl; as if approaching a mythical creature, wanting more, but worried that if they were to scare it off, they would lose it forever.
Once the song was over, Lawliet noticed all the people were getting very close to them. He looked up at them all and soon heard Dawn's voice speak up. "Daddy! Did you just hear that?! Wasn't it awesome?"
The man she was speaking to came up to her and looked shocked. "Dawn... Who is this man?"
Lawliet thought it was a little off that this man wasn't more worried about why his daughter was with a stranger, but more about who he was.
"This is Lawliet. We were just talking. I asked him to play, but I didn't know he was so good at it. Kind of like how good you are, Daddy!" She tried to explain, in case she was in trouble, but actually that was far from the case.
He turned to the younger man and grinned wide, "I must say that your playing is excellent! Where are you from? Or, more importantly, do you have an agent?"
Lawliet was flooded with a lot more questions than he wanted to answer. He sort of wished they would just accept a "thank you" and leave him alone.
"And, you have no agent? That is amazing! Luck is finally on our side again." He pulled out a card from his jacket pocket and handed it to Lawliet, who took it from him with his thumb and index fingers, holding it up to read. This man was Mark Crossmen. He was head of GEM Records and even looked as important as his card described him.
"What do you say? Are you interested in becoming something great in entertainment?"
"Not particually, no." Lawliet replied flatly.
"..No?" Mr. Crossmen's shoulders fell. "Don't be silly. Is it the money you are worried about? Don't worry one bit. I will pay for all the expenses. And you will be paid in full if you play like you just did for the rest of our company. I can assure you, Mr. Lawliet."
"I'm sorry. I really don't have any interest, what-so-ever."
"Ah.."
"Daddy..." Dawn saw that her father was probably on the verge of tears on the inside. She had seen his bad luck many times recently.
Lawliet saw her pain at this and he did feel a little bad.'She did say that he promised to spend time with her if he did well in his job today.. I suppose this is what she meant.'
Dawn got up and hugged her dad, in an attempt to comfort him.
He wasn't sure what he was feeling at that moment, but it made Lawliet reconsider Mr. Crossmen's offer. "Alright.. I suppose it wouldn't hurt."
'It is not as if I can get many jobs with the sort of pay to support myself. And, I do not want to have to go back to the Wammy House just yet.'
"Really?!" The young businessman's expression lighten up completely.
Lawliet gave him a last nod.
The next day, Lawliet found the same man at his apartment door and then he was getting on a very expensive plane that he could otherwise probably never afford on his own.
"So.. You have everything out of your apartment?" Another important-looking man asked, looking at the very few bags and boxes that were being loaded onto the plane.
"Yes. That is all."
The man shrugged, and left Lawliet to his window-seat view. Taking his place was Mr. Crossmen, who sat next to him.
"Sorry to spring this on you so suddenly. But.. we were desperate for talent here.. We are looking for talent to match that of 'Kira'. And so far, you have been the only one to even come close."
Lawliet moved his blank stare to him. "'Kira'?"
"Yes, the newest star in Japan. Don't tell me you haven't heard of him?!"
Lawliet looked back to the window. "So, we are going to..?"
"Japan, yes."
\ Only Never Human \ Chapter 1 // END //