Light sat in his chair, chin resting on his palm, wishing for something but not really sure what.
It was another one of those days where the world just seemed rotten. There was always some new crime being reported on the news. The economy was tanking. People were lazy and cruel and-
He watched the notebook fall from the sky and somehow knew that it would be his salvation.
2.
After school, he picked up the notebook and looked at the rules. It seemed really silly. It probably didn t work, but at least the nausea the world had given him could be regurgitated in here.
He promptly took it home and started writing names. He d never been so relieved in his life.
3.
Criminals had started dying. Most-if not all them-were people whose names he had written in the notebook. Did that mean it worked, then? The rules actually counted for something?
The thought disturbed him greatly.
He hadn t slept in weeks. He could count all of his ribs now.
4.
He d been surfing the net one day and found all these fan sites dedicated to someone called Kira.
After a bit more research, he realized that was the public s pet name for the criminal killer they ve been having an anonymous love affair with. The one that s been made him lose weeks of sleep and about 15 kilograms.
He hated him already.
5.
L was on television. Clean-cut, suit and tie, freshly polished shoes.
He wondered if the world-renowned detective would really be stupid enough to show his face. He wrote down the name on the screen.
40 seconds.
Nothing happened.
80 seconds.
Nothing.
120 seconds
The man on the TV clutched at his heart and promptly died.
Light was sure he didn t do it, but as to how sure he couldn t say.
When L came on to mock the killer, he almost smiled.
He was sleeping a little more now.