Notes/Warnings
* Their ages are not canon here. In this 'verse Raito and L are only a year a part in age.
* Expect DN castmembers to show up unexpectedly, eventually.
I hope you guys can enjoy this intro into a world where Raito and L are roughly the same age and go to the same school XD
The sun shone brightly on the cobbled street leading Raito's way to school that day. The last remnants of summer were warming up the morning already, lending his first day of the new school year a casual air. As if instead of a day in classrooms he'd be spending it catching some sun with a good book. Some early drifting leaves skirted on the mild breeze before one of them landed on Raito's jacket sleeve. With long delicate fingers he plucked it off and let his eyes linger on the hand now holding it.
Finger nails pristine? Check.
Immaculately polished shoes reflected glimpses of the handsome man that owned them while they struck out an even paced rhythm on the street below. The sound reverberated through the narrow Tokyo side streets, with its small traditional residences lining each side, and Raito took a moment to go through his little mental checklist.
Hair styled to perfection, but with just enough slack to appear nonchalant? Check.
Uniform pressed with the meticulousness of a royal tailor? Check.
Books and stationary weren't very important to him, since he already studied and memorized most of the material during summer, but still. Check.
Raito was feeling really good this morning and for no discernable reason, either. Not that he was complaining, mind you. This day had all the makings of another perfect day in the life of young Mr. Yagami, but that was to be expected by now. Yet somehow there was this lingering sense of… of what he couldn't tell you, but it tickled his stomach and put a spring in his step. It felt like this would be a very good day for him.
The murmer of hundreds of voices met Raito as he turned the corner, and he gingerly walked on towards the prestigious campus of Japans school for the Elite; Daikoku Academy.
A few overly excited fellow students in their enthusiastic rush to meet with friends nearly collided with Raito, but with a quick turn of the shoulder and a small step to the right he avoided the mishap. If you had asked him then, Raito would have told you he was a very observant man, not so easily caught off guard by some stray students.
His book bag was lying heavily on his shoulder, so before someone could drag him into the obligatory "1st day of school exchange," he decided to stop by his locker and leave some books he wouldn't need until later.
He made his way through the crowd to ascend the steps of the main building, its white façade elegant and refined, and made his way to his locker.
While relieving himself of those books, he came across a bright red apple that he intended to keep for lunch. However, with the prospect of having to discuss some meaningless trite about summer, the next year and such, he decided he might need something to occupy himself with.
He tossed his bright red savior in the air with a quick flick of the wrist, caught it, and put it back in his bag.
Fully prepared for the day now, Raito granted himself a small moment for sentiment while he looked around.
His amber eyes flitted over the crowd and noticed how people thrummed together in small cliques while their voices filled the space before eventually joining together into a loud unintelligible buzz. Somehow it felt good to be back.
Summer had been fine, but grew more than a little tedious near the end. As the captain of the chess team, a prized tennis player and star of the debate and math club, he would at the very least be kept busy at Daikoku. It would be nice to have something to occupy himself with again.
10 minutes till class starts, Raito noticed, as he looked at the large clock in the main hall. Time to make it to class. He made his way to the winding staircase that had been a morning staple for him from the 1st day he entered Daikoku, passing through the student body as he went.
Here he could make out an excited shriek when someone met up with a friend they hadn't seen all summer. There he heard someone grumbling about summer being too short followed by equally discouraged grunts in confirmation.
He passively absorbed the proceedings, relating to neither of the common reactions of his peers. You'd expect it to be a very lonely feeling, but for Raito it had always been this way.
When he got to the winding staircase he looked up at large windows that surrounded it and accompanied it up through the entire length of its large and wide steps. It reminded him of a stair case one would find in a tower, though thankfully this one was spacious enough to allow several students to travel in both directions simultaneously. Just past the first bend on exactly the 43rd step you'd have a lovely view of the campus.
It was undoubtedly the very best step. You could stand there, especially on a morning like this, and look out in relative quiet while the sun broke through the window and see all the hustle and bustle of the kids scrambling around.
Raito generally wasn't one to indulge in such whimsical things, but he made an exception for this particular ritual. Standing there each morning looking out over the school campus and the students below just always felt…. right.
As he was inclining the staircase, noticing the delicate veins in the finely polished marble of the steps, he automatically counted in his head.
Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-what?!
His eyes fell on ratty sneakers peeking out from equally objectionable jeans both taking up residence on the 43rd step.
Raito stopped dead in his track and followed both sneaker and jean up to their owner. There was someone standing on his step. He couldn't believe it. Someone. Standing. On. His. Step. Looking out the window from his spot. Well, good morning to Raito.
He'd never seen this guy before either. Some scrawny thing with a mad mop of unruly black hair that covered nearly his entire forehead and obscured his eyes. He wore a white t-shirt -unironed- and baggy blue jeans -ditto-, the tip of his thumb rested on his bottom lip in an almost bizarre way.
The guy turned around and looked at Raito, presumably wondering why Raito had stopped and stared at him.
Hnng, the whole thing threw a spanner in Raito's routine. Not only was his step now occupied, he also knew he'd worn his surprise and likely annoyance all over his face. Not exactly the most dignified start of the day.
The guy simply continued his blink less stare and said, "It's a good spot, you want it back?"
A/N
Here I am again with another game of "Shouldn't I Have Updated a Different Story?"
The answer, as always, is YES! ...But I didn't... I'm so sorry about that :(
But the next best thing is a new story, right?! I hope so...
Truth is that LxL has taken over all my muses and poor MxM can't get any love right now... So, I figured I'd follow through with this one. Aand...
I've already started on chapter 2 so the update shouldn't be long in the future either :)
I'm terribly sorry for all of you who are waiting to continue with SCR, and I hope the MxM muses will find me again so I can finish. But I hope you can enjoy this in the mean time.
Oh, and if you want to help get the SCR updated, some good MxM stories might help me get back in gear. Send me some links if you know any! Thanks :)
Quick question, how do you guys prefer the layout? I see most people online use many more linebreaks. Sometimes one after each sentence.
Is it easier to read like that, or doesn't it matter? Let me know so I can make some adjustments if necessary :)
Oh, and reviews make me skip instead of walk. It's hilarious. I'll send you a pic :P