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Part I: Light
I am unique.
I have always been unique, even when I was very young. I had a gift that most children were not born with, nor acquired, and it was a special gift that has helped shape my being into who I am today.
From the time I was born, my mind was developing at a much more rapid rate than the average child. By five, I was learning how to read novel-length books which held my interest for most of the day; at seven, I was able to solve complex mathematical problems that high schoolers would have trouble with.
I was special, and everyone knew and acknowledged it.
My father and mother showered me with the utmost care and protection. Although I began to understand outside influences faster than they were able to protect me from it, I learned very useful skills.
To be polite and modest meant you would have no enemies; to be incredibly charismatic meant you would always get your way. To carefully observe a person granted the ability to predict their thoughts and movements, thereby enabling yourself to persuade them just right.
With these skills, along with my brilliant, academic mind, I climbed to the top of my school with little to no obstacles. Upon entering high school, I was already capable enough to be favored by both teachers and peers alike. I became popular. Influential. Everyone knew my name and respected it.
I had the potential to become anything I wanted. I had the potential to become powerful.
That is, until he came along.
Part II: Kira
I've lived without a name for as long as I could remember.
Ever since Light started school, a nameless being began to form inside of him; it was someone who was less innocent than the child-like boy that everyone knew. As Light's intelligence increased, so did I. As he began to understand concepts faster than other children, I soon learned how to manipulate those concepts. By the time Light had begun to fully comprehend and grasp the understandings of the outside world, I'd already learned how to use everything and everyone to my advantage.
No one was worthy enough to be part of Light's life. Every person he interacted with was treated with civility, as expected, but it was I who kept Light at a distance. Anyone who attempted to befriend him was immediately shot down. As I sat back and watched quietly through Light's eyes, I deemed everyone less inferior to such a gifted boy.
A perfect boy.
A child prodigy.
I had plans for this boy - great plans to make him powerful. Respected.
Perfect.
The older Light became, the more often I would appear. It was I who assisted Light in achieving his popularity with his teachers and peers. And upon gaining the favor of those unintelligent beings, I gained the ability to manipulate them in any way, shape or form. It was perfect. It was simple.
... It was utterly boring.
So how could I have not been curious when that fateful day came - when a seemingly innocent, black notebook fell from the sky and onto school grounds? Light didn't want it; oh no, he would have nothing to do with the notebook.
I, on the other hand, felt as though I had found my soulmate.
And it was then that Kira was born.
The Death Note was everything I could ever want; it had the power to kill, the power to rule over people, to control and be respected and feared and worshiped. It was perfect. Almost as perfect as my Light. With the Death Note, I would become God.
That is, until he came along.
Author's Notes: One drabble finished, a possible ninety-nine left to go. That's if I still have interest. What did you think? Suggestions? Criticism? Compliments? Do let me know - I'm interested.
Thank you for reading.
- Rain