Before this story begins, let me go ahead and introduce myself. My name is Light Yagami, and for as long as I can remember I've seen ghosts. Now, when I say ghosts, I don't mean see through people who float above the ground and scare the living. When they appear to me, they look just like anyone else. However they died is how they look, and it doesn't take me long to tell me what period they're from. It isn't something you can turn on or off either, it isn't a light switch. I've never been able to control it, and though I've tried seeking professional help, I don't honestly believe there's anything anyone can do.
Now that I've gotten that out of the way, let me explain what's going on in my life right now. I live alone in an apartment in New Orleans, Louisiana. I didn't know anyone when I came to town, and because I didn't know anyone, I wasn't informed that the entire building is haunted. For someone like myself who has problems with the paranormal already, this was horrifying. I have a man who appears in my bedroom every day at exactly two in the afternoon. He's told me his name is Lawliet, and that he died when he was thirty years old. His eyes are as black as the night itself, his hair wild and raven. We don't speak often, but when we do I can hear the softness in the tone of his voice and how studious he was when he was alive. He doesn't threaten me, he doesn't ogle me, and really I just feel like I'm someone to talk to. Besides the fact that he doesn't talk much, he won't tell me how he died either. I assume I'll learn eventually, but you can never tell with the dead.
If there wasn't enough going on already, I've had a group of paranormal investigators coming to my apartment several times over the past week. There isn't any possible way for me to express to you, just how irritating this is. It's a small group, so if I have anything to be thankful for it's that. There are only three members: Nate River, Mail Jeevas, and their incredibly frustrating leader, Beyond Birthday. Before him I had never met someone I couldn't tolerate. This man, is incredibly intolerable.
Let me take you now to eleven in the morning, in my kitchen, with me holding a coffee mug. I close my eyes as slowly as possible, bringing the cup up to sip at it. It's warm right now, but only because I have the heater running in the dead of winter. I know it won't be long before that little group shows up, but I at least want to get my breakfast in. I set the cup aside and go over to my fridge, opening it up and just staring inside blankly. It's been over two weeks since I've bought groceries and I can feel my day about to suffer for it. Sighing in anger, I try to collect myself as I hear pounding at my front door, followed by lots of loud noises. I'm assuming it's Beyond. No wait, scratch that. I know it is.
"Come on, Baby! Don't throw me out because I slept with your sisters! It was only five times!" I scowl as I hear him shouting this as loudly as he can. He just wants to get on my nerves and catch the interest of my neighbors. I unlock my door and throw it open, narrowing my eyes as he leans against the doorway and looks me up and down like a piece of meat. "Well well. Have you decided to take me back?" I don't bother replying as I step to the side. It's always better to get things you hate out of the way. He snickers and just stays that way for a while, gazing piercingly into my eyes. "Give me a kiss and I'll piss off for the rest of the week." I stare back at him, debating this in my head even though I know it isn't the logical thing to do. As I actually start to consider it, Nate suddenly appears and shuffles through the doorway, Mail following in a lazy drag behind him. "Nate. Mail." I say as softly and politely as I can. Nate gives me a delicate smile and Mail grunts something similar to hello. Beyond heads into the room, giving off a sullen air, causing me to relax because I wasn't sure where our conversation was about to go. Equipment clunks to the floor in the living room and now I can feel it's going to be a long afternoon.
They don't call it a day until almost dinner time. Nate had left an hour before, explaining he had a fever and hadn't felt well. Mail followed him only fifteen minutes later. Though they hadn't told me they were dating, it would take a fool not to see it. I became nervous once Beyond and I were left alone because of what had happened between us when they arrived. I'm not typically a nervous person, but his personality type clashes with mine and it can tend to make me this way.
He finishes putting all of his cameras away, stuffing them inside of a bag carelessly and zipping it. He grumbles a few times under his breath, but I don't catch what it is he's saying. I turn to head into the kitchen so that I don't have to be there when he leaves, but swiftly and easily he grabs me by the arm, turning me to face him. "Light." I give him a startled look, seeing a serious look passing over his face. He just holds onto me, letting a minute or so pass before he realizes what he's doing and pulls away. "Nothing." He clears his throat to remove the uncomfortable air, throwing one of his jokes out there to lighten the mood. "So I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow, right?" He snickers loudly and gathers his bags, heading to the front door and waiting until I open it for him. I do, but I avert my gaze so that he won't give me that seductive look with those ruby red eyes.
He doesn't say anything else as I hear him head down the stairs. I shut the door and press my back against it, shutting my eyes and breathing out. My heart thuds in my chest and I don't know why. What is wrong with me? I can't be attracted to this man. I open my eyes and I'm met with pitch black. I can't see.
I really hope you all enjoyed it! :) This is going to become a new chapter story of mine filled with intrigue, romance, all kinds of supernatural happenings, and maybe even some tragedy. I honestly don't even know what I'll throw on Light next, but I love messing around with him! Haha!