I CAN'T LIVE IN A WORLD WITHOUT LIGHT
PROLOGUE:
GOLDEN SLUMBERS FILL YOUR EYES
Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note, then why would I be writing this fanfic?
Notes: Throughout I Can't Live in a World without Light, there will be quotes inserted amongst the prose. These quotes are not directly related to the story, but they do share the common theme of the dark side of love. I think you could turn this into a game if you'd like, what with trying to see if you've come across these quotes before or if you're familiar with their sources. Thankfully, they're not necessary to understand the story, so feel free to skip them if they don't do anything for you. Lastly, I don't want to distract you from the story itself, so I'll provide a brief list of sources at the end of each chapter. For the sake of convenience, I've italicized the aforementioned quotes and only those quotes.
Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
Sleeping at last.
-Christina Rossetti
Destiny walked in his garden, head bowed and hidden via his robe and hood, staring into the pages of the massive book chained to his right hand. Destiny, a pale, emaciated, tall, and blind man, had been doing this for a very long time; since the beginning of all existence, as a matter of fact. The few that personally know Destiny sometimes misunderstood his nature. Destiny was not destiny incarnate, nor was he the symbol of destiny. The truth was much more simple: he was Destiny, all that had happened before, all that is happening now, and all that will happen.
Destiny's garden was very peaceful and beautiful, and he rarely left it. The rest of his siblings seemed to be fond of visiting places other than their own domains, but Destiny found everything but his garden to be noisy, chaotic, and cruel. As a blind man, it was terribly important for Destiny to hear the serene sounds of birds singing and water gurgling in the rivers. Everything else promised screams of anger, the tearing of flesh, and the deafening rupture of bombs. This especially applied to Earth, a planet currently hijacked by a boy foolish enough to fancy himself a god. The child had obviously not met any true gods before; Destiny was sure that the boy would not continue to act so proudly if he met the deities that brother Dream had become so well acquainted with.
As Destiny passed a fountain, he stopped and suddenly studied his latest page with unusual intensity. Little surprised Destiny, a being who had become largely inured to much of the destruction and pain caused throughout the eons. Destiny allowed his lips to form a small smile, and this too was rare. Almost nothing brought Destiny joy, but the future written here did. This Light Yagami certainly deserved what was coming, and it was one of the most hilarious cruel ironies that he had ever heard of. Intrigued, Destiny continued to walk and read.
About ten meters later, Destiny stopped once more. The smile had been completely fallen off his face. If happiness was rare for Destiny, then so too was sorrow. But Destiny felt sorrow this time, not a great deal mind you, but more than he could recently remember feeling. There was his sorrow when he learned that millions of innocents would be tortured and murdered due to a fascist regime led by an unstable psychopath. There was the sorrow when he learned that the Nazarene would be crucified for nothing more than telling men and women to love each other. Destiny had even shed an incredibly uncommon tear when he had learned that humanity had gained the means to destroy itself.
Destiny experienced a rare surge of sorrow, not because of the fate of Light Yagami but because what would challenge him would be far, far worse.
Destiny stared back up from his book and continued to walk. For now, he would take a break from reading despite how unusual that was for him. Earth had changed much in the past years, but it was about to undergo an unprecedented and drastic transformation. Seas would rise, cities would collapse, nations would burn, and a single human would stand within that Heart of Darkness, the Beast of the Apocalypse.
Ironic. The demon known as Hellboy had refused his destiny to initiate Armageddon and had pledged himself to fight for Earth. This other human also pledged to act as Earth's savior but in the process, he would destroy it.
Who are you?
…Anung Un Rama.
Pish posh, boy. That's just a name. The question is, who are you?
Destiny continued to walk. For the second time in his life, he was afraid to see what the next pages would reveal.
Light Yagami rarely dreams. We humans think millions of thoughts a day; Light thinks billions of them. His mind is young and strong, yet it regularly takes the kind of beating that an ordinary person would receive after studying for hours without rest. His room is somewhat of a sanctuary, a buffer between him and the rest of the world, but it is not perfect. People knock on his door, his phone rings, his alarm clock blares, and Ryuk rarely shuts the hell up.
Sleep is the best means of escape that Light knows of. Because he thinks so much during the day, his consciousness lacks the energy to turn the fragments of his memory into surreal movies. Instead, Light often falls into an infinite abyss, and for six to eight hours he is not Light Yagami nor is he Kira. He is nothing, a baby never born, a story never written, a song never sung. As an ambitious, megalomaniacal young man, he would never admit it and he would lie if ever faced with the truth. But it is undeniably true.
Light likes to sleep, and he likes to not exist.
The night that Light fell into nothingness was no different than all the others.
But the results were unlike any that he could imagine.
Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.
WORKS CITED:
Hellboy (Graphic Novel/Movie)
The Adventures and Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes (Short Stories)