Today was November 28th and this day being the anniversary of a great many things. It was the anniversary of people's births, people's marriages, but more importantly, it was on this day that four very important things came to pass.

It was on this day 50,000 years ago that a meteor fell on Greenland, sparking forth events that cannot be stopped.

It was on this day forty-five years ago that one of Elvis Presley's dearest friends died, leaving him a notebook with mysterious instructions in their will.

It was on this day ten years ago that the Alternative died, taking their own life out of despair.

It was on this day, the year 2003, this exact day, that the vigilante known as Kira was born, and the secret world that hid in dank recesses and dark alleys shivered.

Despite the importance of the date, to one Light Yagami, it was just another boring school day. Another day where his prodigious talent is wasted on things he already knows. Another day where the world falls further into stagnation and rot. Another day where-

"Yagami, are you still with us? Can you please translate the following sentence into English?

Where the teacher constantly picks him to read, despite him already showing mastery over the subject. Regardless of his opinions regarding the teacher's competence, Light sighed, stood up and said:

"I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come. I say, 'My purpose will stand and I will do all that I please.'"

Naturally, he said this with nearly zero accent or delay, as he did the last three times he was called on. Sitting back down while tuning out his teacher's praise and analysis of the quote, Light put his head on his right hand and gazed out the window, facing east, pondering the quote by his lonesome.

'「Stand」, huh?' For some reason that Light couldn't quite pin down, that word stuck with him. 'Maybe' he pondered 'It has something to do with my own desire to stand up? To actually affect the world?' His thoughts continued down this trail, further sinking into why that word struck a chord with him. As Light's mind drifted further and further away from the class room, his gaze turned itself upwards towards the sky, the shine of the sunlight getting in his eyes, which were now squinted.

'Wait.' Light realized something. 'I'm facing east. The sun, during this time, should be at the west, the other side of the school!'

Snapping open his squinted eyes, Light realizes that the sunlight was not coming straight from the sun, but rather by an object hurtling through the air –'An arrow? How?'- Headed straight for him. Light only had time to open his mouth before the arrow pierces the window, and near instantly after that his chest, throwing him off his chair and unto the floor.

Light's eyes snapped open as he shot upright, a scream tearing its way through his throat, and right hand reaching for his chest, shirtless chest, grabbing for the wound that was doubtlessly caused by the arrow, eyes chasing something he swore he could see at the corners of them. Feeling around the area of where the wound should be, Light notices to his shock that there is no wound, not even a scar.

'What… what just happened?' Light had some difficulty accepting the events that had happened. An arrow, from seemingly nowhere shoots towards him with enough strength to break through a window, through him, and he leaves the encounter without a scratch? That didn't happen outside of manga that Light read every now and then.

Before Light had the chance to properly have his breakdown regarding this, he was interrupted by a very familiar voice.

"Light!"

Specifically, the voice of his little sister, Sayu, who was running towards him. And if Sayu is here, that means at least one of his parents are here as well. And considering that his dad is probably busy investigating just what it is that happened, he can guess which of his parents is here.

"Sayu, be careful! Light is hurt!"

As Light thought, it was indeed his mother. Now, to correct their concerns, especially seeing how Sayu wilted in response to the admonishment.

"I'm alright, mom." Light gave them a beaming smile, hiding his inner turmoil. "Just a bit indecent right now." He said, gesturing to his currently shirtless state. Scratching the back of his head, he didn't need to fake the embarrassment he was feeling "You wouldn't have happened to bring a shirt with you?"

As Light finished his last sentence, both Sayu's and his mother's expressions shifted to one of incredulity, and the momentary silence broken by Sayu speaking up.

"Light, you were shot by an arrow and could've died-" Voice cracking, her tone was distinctly horrified "-and you're worried about being shirtless?"

'Well.' Light thought. 'If you put it that way, I guess I am being ridiculous.' Before Light had a chance to respond, Sachiko spoke, having broken out of the daze Light's question put her in.

"Yes Light, we brought a shirt-" Sachiko took out said shirt, a simple long sleeved black one, from a bag she brought with her "-which you can put on, and we can take you home so you can rest."

Thanking her, Light put it on, and they were headed to the car. Once in, they started talking a bit more on what happened, how Sayu was excited that she would get out of school early before learning why she's getting out of school early, How his dad will probably be back very late tonight, and the several following it, trying to find out what happened to him and how he seems a bit twitchy, as though looking for a figure just out of sight. Light brushed off that last concern with practiced ease, claiming that he's just tired, despite actually being almost certain that he is able to see something that stubbornly stays out of his field of view.

Upon returning to his house, and assuring his sister and mother that he's still fine, and that hasn't changed since the last time they asked (a minute and 23 seconds ago, but who's counting) he enters the bathroom, wanting to wash his face with some cold water to help cool himself down.

Turning on the sink and cupping some water in his hands, he splashes his face several times before getting back up and looking in the mirror. Expecting to see just himself, Light is rather shocked when he sees it. The thing that's been stuck in the corner of his eye, refusing to leave him alone. It was the most frightening thing Light had ever seen, teeth like knives and eyes a disgusting yellow, bulging outwards, and the skin pallid as though sick or dead, nose barely there as though rotted, and the proportions of its tall body all wrong, with wings that stretch outwards and- and-

Light screamed for the second time this day, and promptly passed out.