Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note nor am I associated with its creator in any way
This story takes place through Light's eyes.
Chapter 1
The People I Didn't Kill
"Light-san! Are you up?"
My mother called up to me from downstairs. It was eight in the morning, and I was already prepared for school. I've been staring out the window for the past 10 minutes, watching cars roll by our house. I looked at my school bag and responded to my mother's call.
"Yes, mother. I'm heading out right now."
"Have a good day at school!"
I walked down our driveway and onto the sidewalk. The streets were crowded with cars whose driver's were rushing to get to their jobs, along with people walking to school on the sidewalk. It was a normal day, with the sun rising in the sky and the chatter of people walking by me.
I was almost at school when I saw a few men sitting on a bench outside of the coffee shop, chatting away while waiting for their coffee. I ignored them until I heard one of them scream. I focused my attention on him. The man had fallen to the floor, his hand grasping his chest. I stopped walking for a moment, and watching as the other men sitting at the same table grasp their chest and fall to the floor. My eyes were wide at the moment, realizing they must have had a heart attack.
"A coincidence," I said. "Just a coincidence."
But I wasn't sure of myself.
Was there somebody else out there who had killed these men...
With a Death Note?