The day is awfully boring, but that should have made it so he didn't see that damn thing fall from the sky. Instead, he watches it distractedly as it flutters to the gravel grounds of his high school.
No one else was paying attention, because he was just too smart for his own good, so he had to be distracted and had to be the only one to see it.
The bell rang after what seemed like hours, and all his peers piled out, leaving him to move sedately after the rowdy masses, still wandering about that little black something that dropped through the edges of his vision.
But he didn't have to wander long, because it soon sits at it his feet, patiently waiting, watching, for someone to pick it up, to be its next victim.
And, like putty Fate's hands, or a pawn in a game, he bends down to pick it up.
He doesn't have to wait long before he felt it.
Suddenly he feels sick to his stomach, the almost tangible feel of slimy and slick evil traveling from the point where he touches the book, making him dizzy, because he now knows that is what it is, a dark, demonic book that is crawling up his skin, sinking into his bones and rattling his everything. His heart, his soul, his sanity. And that is where it lies, making a whole to rest in where his reason use to live.
His vision goes blank and then Light's cinnamon eyes turn red.
And Kira is born.
They fight over Light's body, becoming a walking contradiction. Kira wins (because he will always win from now on , forever and ever…) and Light is thrown in a dark place of his own making to protect himself. Protect himself from that shinigami and that Death Note. But most of all, to protect himself from L.
The new Light, Kira, sees L as a threat. Light felt his anger after their first encounter, and with Kira's anger, came Light's hope. Hope that L would find out, kill Kira and save him, the real Light. But that sort of thing sounded too much like a romance novel, or better yet, a fairy tale. Light could almost muster the strength to laugh. The valiant prince L (if he was, in fact a man) coming to save the damsel in distress, locked somewhere dark and cold, the walls closing in…..
Light shook his head (or maybe he didn't, it was too hard to tell), that sort of thing wouldn't, couldn't happen. It was impossible.
Besides, he knew he had been arrogant, cruel, sarcastic, and to be honest, kind of a slut. Fate didn't owe him any favors, she wouldn't save him, no one would save him.
As time goes on, Light begins to lose hope as he watches through silk screens and listens as the world goes on. They don't need him, because they thought they already had him. But this Light was new, improved; he came across as charming and modest, and with that little bit of attractive innocence. He was Kira.
But he killed too. He worked every night, toiling away at that damn book, the shinigami (Ryuk, Light was sure his name was, with a creepy obsession with apples he remembers. Sometimes he forgets what those taste like….) crouching in his room leering down at Kira (not Light, never Light) as he brought justice to the world, cleansing it in a tsunami of massacre.
Sometimes Light doubts Kira even knows they are two different entities within the same body, one suppressing the other. But then late at night (he's pretty sure it's night, his body being asleep and all…) he knows the new Light is taunting his predecessor, silently, subtly, so you couldn't even tell if you weren't sharing the same body.
But they did, and Light was left to suffer in the abyss.
His only solace is found when L finally shows his face. Kira and Light are astounded, but for two completely different reasons.
('So he's ugly and a coward' Kira thinks quietly. 'He's very intresting. I wish I could talk to him.' Light thinks even quieter.)
L suspects him, and Light cheers for him as he throws wrench after wrench into Kira's plans.
L is daring, intelligent, with a way of thinking like nothing else in the world. Light can't help but fall in love, if just a little bit.
Then, they are detained, and Kira thinks of a scheme that brings more hope to Light than ever before.
'Get rid of the notebook? I'll be free!' He tries to squash his hope in fear of disappointment, but it lingers and then rebuilds itself to the point of bursting when those four glorious words are uttered.
"…get rid of it."
And Light is free.
He can't remember why he feels so free and giddy. In fact, he can't remember much at all, everything blurred and faded in his recent memory.
Light's elation at being free of whatever that was was short lived as he became aware of his surroundings. He feels so senseless, so stupid as he pleads for his freedom from a man he can't even see, but know he loves.
He is confused as he loads into the car with that girl (Misa, he knows. but the name churns frightening things, and he'd rather not think it.
Then Light is frightened and relived and then he's working with them, just like that, and everything is going so quickly as more layers in the Kira case present themselves and the only thing that is in real time is L. Oh, L.
But then the shinigami shows up, and holy Hell, isn't that scary. L is beside him, as transfixed as he is, and then he feels the cool cover of the demon book…. And Light loses himself to his dark abyss once more.
Kira congratulates himself on his victory and somewhere deep and frightening, Light cries.
He is panicked now, because he can't feel anything anymore, just suffocating dark and the sound of hope, flying away.
The veil has lightened now, and he sees so clearly, that for one beautiful, glorious second, he is certain he's back in control. But no, he isn't, because that ugly poison is still holding his puppet's strings, even in what he knows to be his final moments.
Finally, everything spins and fades, a final show of light and color for the dying man, and the he goes slack.
And in those few, terrifyingly long seconds, Kira falls like dust from his mind, body, and soul, and Light is as free as the wing herself, and then his heart stops, and Kira's and Light's body dyes.
But where, oh where does Light go?