Light almost gasped out loud from the pain in his wrists and arms. How he craved for this pain. The dark red blood seeped from the cuts on his wounds and dripped onto a towel he placed under himself. He arched his back and murmered dark words to himself.

"I'm sorry that I'm worthless" He murmured quietly to himself. Hah! Sorry I'm going to kill you all...to hear your screams of mercy... To crave your blood on the floors.

Light placed the knife over his wrist and sliced it, making more blood fall. He was on his bed, looking down so that his soft brown hair hid his smirk as he knew that L was watching him. Ryuk was floating through the air watching with interest at what Light was currently doing. The God of Death was rather silent, he found this new plan of Light's to be rather interesting.

It was currently ten at night and everyone was already in bed sleeping. Well, everyone except Light of course. Light finally stopped the cuts after adding three more cuts and placed his beloved knife down gently. He wrapped gauze around his wrists and picked up everything that was used, wincing from the pain slightly. He walked so quietly that you would've thought that nobody else was up wandering the house.

As he reached the bathroom, he closed the door and locked it. He unwrapped the bloody gauze and threw it away into a small trash bag he has hidden under a loose floorboard. He placed the bag down hoping that the crinkling sounds it's making won't wake his sister Sayu, whose room was right next to the bathroom, up.

He quickly placed the knife, gauze, and towel into the bag after rinsing the knife and his arms free of blood in the sink. He tied up the bag and grabbed out an extra piece of a bandage and wrapped the gauze around his wrists swiftly and...experetly, L noted. He also noted that he had lots of old scars up and down his wrists along with the new cuts he added.


"My son?...why...how-how long?..." Soichiro said aloud in confused and pathetic fashion. L himself wasn't doing any better either. The reason L never took some cases was because they involved suicide and self harm. L couldn't stand people killing one another...but to themselves seemed much, much worse. L remembered when he was in Light's shoes.

Shaking his head at the dark memories that dared try to resurface themselves again. L called for Watari.

"Watari. Get Mr. Yagami some painkillers and some tea for the both of us, please hurry" L murmured quietly as to not bother Mr. Yagami. Barely a minute passed and Watari was standing there with a tray in his hand, on the tray was the pain killers and two cups of tea that had steam still blowing gently into the air.

"T-thank you, Watari" Soichiro whispered hoarsely, after Watari had given him the hot tea and some pain killers.

After Watari, the two men sat silently, both wondering if this had happened and actually

"Mr. Yagami...I would understand if you would like to take time off the Kira case to try and settle your...family issues" L started as calm as he can. Soichiro didn't know what to do anymore. He felt like he was the reason to blame. He was never home anymore, and he and Light only exchange pleasantries to each other. God, he wanted so badly to help Light and to make him see that he wasn't worthless at all!

"Y-yes, I think that would be b-best for now. I guess this is goodnight for n-now" Soichiro said, he was quiet unsure what to do now. It hurt L seeing the older man like that, to an extent. I mean, what would you do if your seemingly perfect son did something like this? L watched nothing for a few moments as he was left alone in the dark hotel room after Soichiro had left.

'What are you up to Kira?' L thought to himself as he swirled the cup of tea in his hands that had lots of sugar in it. L placed the cup of tea down and began to nibble on his thumb gently as he was lost in his thoughts. L never managed to sleep at all that night, as he continued to watch Light through the cameras.


Light was rather pleased with his recent plans he had just done. He was still continuing to kill criminals obviously, but we shall not dwell on those petty parts of the plan. No, it was the fact that Light had willingly allowed L and whoever else was watching him on all of those cameras installed in his room. Light knew that the paper in the door was only going to work as a weak cover-up, so he decided that if they really wanted to watch him he was going to give them a real good show with 1st class tickets.

Ryuk was too busy doing handstands because he was having withdrawals from now having any damn apples for only two hours. Light's eye was beginning to twitch from getting irritated by the annoying god of death.

Light had woken up bright and early as if nothing of last night had even bothered him at all. Usually after bleeding as much as he did last night Light didn't feel tired or weak. He felt rather cheery and energetic at the moment.

As, Light walked downstairs and into the kitchen he ran right into his father's chest by accident. Light felt his head began to suddenly pound heavily with a headache and he backtracked and looked right up into the stern eyes of his father. It was at that moment, Light knew he had done something wrong. Ryuk was behind Light laughing hard as if he knew something the Light didn't. But, knowing Ryuk, Light will probably learn what Ryuk was laughing at in a few minutes or so.

"Sorry dad, I wasn't looking where I was going" Light said sheepishly, and placed a small fake awkward smile on his perfect face.

"Light come and sit down in the kitchen. Your mother and I have something to talk about with you. Now." Soichiro said, his voice seemed so calmly collected when Soichiro didn't feel calm. In fact he wasn't aware what he was feeling besides disappointment and shock. Light felt himself freeze up and he cursed to himself in a repeated mantra.


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