Life is exciting because this is a fanfic. And Einstein invented fanfiction.
Once upon a winter, Light Yagami, genius extraordinaire, sat by his lonesome at a bus stop. No, he got no particular thrill from public transportation. He checked his watch once, twice. The bus would arrive in approximately 4 minutes, if it was on schedule. He knew buses could be tricky. What was trickier was his so called 'fiancé' who tended to arrive not a minute before what was considered 'late.'
Yes, Light was waiting ever so patiently to ride the bus with Misa. Not just a bus to anywhere, as we have before mentioned that he got no external or internal pleasure from using the city's pride and joy of mass transit. He was taking her on a (cue to gasp) date.
To see Snoopy on Ice, of course.
He didn't consider a large man in a dog suit skating around a stage-like rink to really be his first choice in entertainment, but never you mind that. What really interested Light was the tantalizing steam rising from the hotdog vending cart across the street.
Now, lets fill in a few details. On his way to the stop, Light had come across fifty cents lying on the ground. He carefully considered all the pros and cons of obtaining that fifty cents. As was his custom to over think (just a bit), he calculated if the amount of energy he would expel to pick it off the ground would compensate for the amount that he would save on his bus fare. However, he forgot to keep track of time and was now far behind his planned schedule, with no time to spare.
An audible growl came from his stomach and he gazed at the hotdog vendor. Out of the corner of Light's ever-alert eye, he spotted a sharp business man approaching.
Thankfully, out of sheer coincidence or fate, Light knew him by name, some employee he saw frequently at the water cooler.
Light did not hesitate. He quickly scanned his surroundings. The probability he would be seen? 4. And Light would take that chance.
He slid the Death Note from his pocket, flipping to an empty spot and clicking his hand dandy click-it sharpie.
When Light was finished, the Note read as follows: "Yamamoto Raiko. Purchases a hotdog at the vendor nearby. He spots a man at a bus stop and hurridly gives him the hotdog. He wanders down to 54th and 2nd and is hit by a car. Time of death: 7:10pm "
Moments later, Light was the owner of one glorious sustainer of life known as 'hotdog' and heard the satisfying screech of tires and smashing of metal echoing from a few streets down as he entered the bus.
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Light was awakened abruptly by a violent assault on his arm. An annoying face was promptly invading his personal space, grinning like an idiot. "Misa caught her Light sleeping on a bench like a hobo!" Light craned his neck to catch a glimpse around her ever present face, but the bus strolled in just on time. He rubbed his eye a bit as Misa dragged him into a seat.
Light glanced out the window. No vendor. No Yamamoto. He stuck his hand inside his jacket.
No Death Note. His stomach wailed in protest.
Right. That had definitely been a dream. Light wasn't THAT evil.
Right?