DUDES I'M RE-WRITING THIS SHIZZ

Okay, I have gone off track with this story. I thought I'd go all Jim'll Fix It and re-write the first chapter, perhaps the whole story up to chapter six. Hopefully everyone will like the change! Though I seriously don't mind if people say, "I prefer the old chapter. Change it, fagola.", cause I have a backup (insert shrewd face).

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any anime/s mentioned in this fic, or the one it's based upon. If I did, this would be the anime.

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Light lied on the blanket that covered the sofa, letting his skin soak in the sunlight that shone through the front room window. It was, by all means, a rather nice day- not to mean that he was planning to get up, go outside and enjoy it. He preferred to just nap away the rest of the Monday. Screw the point that it was Golden Week. Time off could be spent how he liked.

"Alright, Light-kun, so are you okay with that?"

"Huh? You were talking?"

"You didn't listen to anything I just said, did you?"

Light glanced at his mother Sachiko with lidded, nonchalant eyes. She scowled at him and crossed her arms, her face a mix of irritation and fatigue.

"Then how about repeating the question?"

Once again, Light's holier-than-thou attitude never failed to amaze and annoy Sachiko. Sometimes she wished her son wasn't such a smart-ass, so it would be easier to get him to be at least a little bit modest about himself. She guessed a lifetime of being complimented on both aesthetic and academic appeal had spoilt the personality of said little megalomaniac.

"You better change your attitude, young man, or I'll give you the bloody question."

"Sorry, Mother dearest, but that was possibly one of the worst threats I've ever heard."

"Depends on what I was referring to when I mentioned the question, doesn't it?"

Light stuck his nose in the air- an image of both protest and self-righteousness, which served no more than to piss Sachiko off even more. She walked over to the other side of the sofa, and sat down next to her lazing son whilst trying to give off an unapproachable aura.

"Anyway, as I was saying, we are having a visitor from England coming to live with us for some time. He's older than you, but due to confusion in the system, it turns out he'll be in the same class as you. He's quite smart-"

Light skimmed her sentences for key words.

"- so ... intellectual... I want... get along... you... father... opportunities... future... enjoys his stay."

"Why is this visitor coming to our house anyway, pray tell?"

Sachiko high-fived herself for managing to pique her son's interest. She hadn't really, of course, but it was a nice thought.

"Well, you see, he is the grandson of a friend of your father's."

"I didn't know Dad had English friends."

Light thought to himself for a bit, and then proceeded to interrogate his mother. It turned out the stranger's name was L (Light's pronunciation- 'Eru? Ero... Porn?') and that he was staying for- get this- three years. Three years. Some time? That was ages. What if he didn't like this exchange student? He'd have to deal with a hateful presence for three freaking years.

Not liking this, Light decided to disappear upstairs for a while, a well known pastime of teenagers all over the world. If his parents were betting on Light sharing his room with a stranger, he hoped they'd at least ask him first.

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L stood at the train station, staring up at the timetables. He didn't know how to read Japanese, so it was a little bit troublesome. Of course he could speak it, but his educational drive hadn't been up to speed lately, so he hadn't been extremely interested. It bothered him. It made him feel somewhat inadequate, and sincerely wondered how the hell he'd been pinned with this job instead of heightened training. The system was obviously more messed up than he'd imagined. Or the superiors were more incompetent than he'd estimated.

You can imagine he'd gotten quite a few stares, as an adolescent Caucasian male standing completely alone at a local train station. He continued to stare at the train times, but when he finally assured himself that learning to read Japanese simply staring at the letterings for a while was impossible, he decided to call someone for help.

He'd managed to approach a nearby station employee, hoping to inquire about the times. The employee began to talk as L approached.

"Huh? Oh, um... I'm sorry, I don't speak English..."

"I speak Japanese." L replied.

"Is that so? I'm sorry."

"I don't mind. Could you please tell me how to get to Shinjuku...?"

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"So, this guy will be coming today?"

"Yes, he should be on a train on his way here now. We are going to meet him at the train station. Do you want to come, Light-kun?"

"Not really."

"Oh, come on, it's unfair for the rest of the family to become familiar with the new guy before you."

"I don't want to."

"Please?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Not an awful lot. I won't bother saying that it would mean a lot to me, because that would mean even less nothing to you, wouldn't it, Light-kun?"

"Whatever you say, Mum."

"Your dad'll be there too. We're meeting at the station... You want to see him?"

"... Fine."

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The station was bustling as usual. Not as busy as a train station that could be found in the middle of Tokyo or anything, or that of a bullet train, but was busy in it's own way. Older trend-slave teens sauntered past in groups of five or more, alongside irritated businessmen and the elderly on a day out. Light scanned the crowds for an uptight man branding a modest suit and a bristling moustache, forgetting completely about the reason they were actually at the station.

"Can you see him, Light-kun?"

"No. Is Dad even going to show up?"

"Yes, Light-kun, we arranged everything. Stop worrying about your father and help us look for L."

"Who?"

"L, the boy I mentioned earlier? The one staying for the next three years?"

Light pulled his attention away from his mother as he saw a strange foreigner shuffle in his general direction. The stranger glanced at Light with wide, dark-rimmed eyes. He paused momentarily. A hand was raised and scratched the head that was hidden somewhere amongst a mop of messy black hair, and a foot was whirled around to scratch the back of a leg.

Light tapped his mother's shoulder.

"Look at that weird guy."

The stranger's eyes narrowed as they fell on Light again, as if he'd heard him whisper. Light's mother's eyebrows rose as she spied him.

"Ah, Lawliet-san!"

Light almost stared. "This is him?" Light muttered, frowning.

'Lawliet-san' gave Light a dirty look. "How pleasant." He said aloud, looking annoyed. Light had obviously not been as quiet as he thought he was.

Sachiko bowed her head, and slapped Light on the back of his skull to get him to follow suit.

"My name is Sachiko Yagami. This is my very rude and currently disappointing son, Light, and my daughter, Sayu. I have heard many good things about you from my husband, who shall be joining us soon. It is a pleasure to meet you."

'Lawliet-san' simply bowed in return. "As you know, my name is L Lawliet. Please take good care of me."

Light stood back up straight, and L smirked at Light as he straightened himself up. "Nice to meet you." Light scowled as his mother glared at him.

"The pleasure's all mine." L replied through gritted teeth. Sayu simply waved shyly, whilst attempting to hide behind Sachiko. L dragged his eyes away to wave back in what he hoped was a friendly manner (it didn't work well, as his face was lacking an all important partof friendliness- a smile). Light immediately noticed L's monotone manner (being the self-announced genius he was), and they exchanged looks that required no exchange of words.

Light didn't even bother to appear happy. You've made a bad first impression.

L gave an arrogant hnh, and stared in a hostile manner. Oh, don't worry, I know.

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"So, Lawliet-san, this is your first visit to Japan?"

"Please, I would rather you refer to me by my first name."

Light frowned, glancing at the boy he'd been forced to sit next to, due to the fact that Soichiro, now asleep, was enjoying the front seat, which Light had been hoping to steal from his father's clutches before he'd gotten into his car, which he had driven on the way here, but had accepted an offer of Sachiko driving them home instead due to his own fatigue (correction; it had not been a offer, Sachiko had been coerced into it by Soichiro saying "What, you didn't hire a car? I love you, dear, but sometimes you never think." When Sachiko said she would drive them home herself, the ungrateful bastard that was Soichiro Yagami simply replied, "Fine, at least you're useful for something." Work had really changed him...). However, Soichiro had been quick to act, and Light was now being squashed by the taller foreigner (not that he was a giant or anything, it was just that he sat with his legs up against his chest. Light wondered if all British men sat this way. He doubted it, but was still unsure). He honestly wished that this experience didn't alter his opinion of British people in the future. How rude, Light pondered upon hearing L's words. It sounds like he's Mum's best friend or something. As soon as Light came up with the idea, the image of his mother waterskiing with this guy in the driving seat of the boat appeared in his mind, and he shivered in disgust.

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Where I come from, it's a given."

"Ah, of course... so, L-kun, this is your first visit to Japan?"

"Yes."

"Oh, really? But you speak the language so well!"

"I was given lessons from a young age, and I have Japanese blood."

"Is that so? That would explain it, then!"

Light clicked his tongue upon noticing how nervous his mother was. Despite having a husband and raising a son, she never had been amazing when socialising with men. L heard Light make the minute sound, and L was obviously not as misinformed when it came to Japanese manners as Light had estimated, as he elbowed Light in the ribs when the car turned a sharp corner. As if L knowing that it was rude wasn't shock enough, Light was equally dismayed when L, who was going through a random moment of social awkwardness (or social retardation, both of them were equally good), stuck his tongue out at Light. Wow, Light thought. This guy is not just bad at first impressions. He's a total child.

The car turned into the street, and Light realised they were home, Soichiro awoke with a jolt, and Sayu did the opposite, and fell asleep.

XXX

"Okay, L, I'm sure you're extremely tired and a bit jet-lagged, yes?"

"... Jet... lagged?"

"... Nevermind. You'll be sleeping in Light's room- Light, go ahead and set up a bed for our guest."

Motherfu- -

"... You never even asked me...!"

"Light, use that amazing brain of yours to calculate the probability of all these factors; that you would say no, that L has nowhere else to sleep, and that you have the biggest available room. Now, what are the chances that I would have been planning to not ask you on purpose?"

"... Whatever." Bitch.

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Light watched the older boy scan his room. L picked up a book on the Left-Hand Rule from Light's desk, and raised an eyebrow at it. "There are books on the Left-Hand Rule?"

"..."

"Light-kun?"

"What?"

"... Rude. I asked you if this book is actually on the Left-Hand Rule."

"Yes, it is."

"... Why?"

"Maybe because... people need books like that... to know what it is?"

L frowned. "... You mean that without this book, you wouldn't know what the Left-Hand Rule is?"

"Well, not necessarily, but I guess."

"You mean you don't simply read volumes explaining everything to do with the subject of science, and/or the subjects that are related to the Left-Hand Rule? Surely there is no way you can just rely on such a small intake of information that requires more time than needed?"

"... What?"

"What I mean is, how can you acquire knowledge of the Left-Hand Rule without acquiring knowledge of the Right-Hand Rule, or the Right-Hand Grip Rule, or anything else pertaining to the works of John Ambrose Fleming?"

"... Who?"

"Why would you desire knowledge on such a small field? I would understand if you were to suffer from Aspergers, or any other form of autism, but you seem to come off as somewhat mentally healthy. Or are you simply intrigued by the creation of it? Or are you planning on inventing something along the same lines?"

"Hey, I don't read that book because I want to."

L seemed mortified. Well, his tone of voice did, anyway.

"Then why bother owning it?"

"It's part of the curriculum."

"You mean... in order to be accepted in your school, you have to own this book and have read it?"

"I... I guess? Listen, are you going to set your stuff up or what?"

L sat upon his newly acquired futon, and pulled his knees up to his chest.

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OKAY THAT'S IT FOR NOW

If the next chapter you read doesn't make sense, it's because I haven't rewritten it yet, so... yeah. 'Fraid you'll have to