Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
AA/N: This is not exactly a new story, just a rewrite of the original which is now renamed to "Dark Shards: Lights and Shadows (old version)", since some have suggested that I should keep it because of the website's notification issue and as a comparison and etc. So, uh, that's all :P
The wicked man stared back at him, his red eyes glowing menacingly as he smiled. The smile wasn't friendly either.
It was a smile full of evil, of malice.
The smile of someone who wants to see the world burn. He could see what it wants, the desire of it mirrors his own.
Justice.
A world without filth or sin.
A clean utopia.
The man - 'it', wants a new world as well. A world without crimes nor sinners. A clean world. But in its version, the only sinner is itself.
A dark shadow was cast across its face, "We will create this world."
He stared helplessly at it. Its lips were spread into a wider grin, "We will rid the world of filth."
"Filth…" he uttered.
"We will strike down whoever opposes us," it coaxed.
"Strike…"
That smile invited him, tempted him, incited him to do as it says.
"Come," it says, its red eyes glowing ever sharper.
He reached out for it.
A knocking sound startled him.
Light found himself staring at the mirror, clear water still dripping from his face. He pulled his hand back, where it had hovered near the cold, reflective surface.
"Light," a muffled voice called from the other side of the door, "What are you doing?"
Light blinked at the image of himself, confusion etched on his face as he wonders what the hell happened before his mother had knocked the door. He stared, his mind faintly picking up that something must've been there.
A fly maybe?
He stared at his reflection, diligently searching for signs on his face on what it might be.
Nothing.
Whatever that was, it's gone now.
"Light?"
"I'm fine," he said, loud enough for Sachiko to hear, "I'll be down soon."
"Hurry up for breakfast before you're late!"
"Yes, mother," he said, patting his face dry and smoothening his hair. He wouldn't have it if a strand was to go out of place. Light hung the towel and took a last, puzzled glance at the mirror, before walking out of the bathroom.
As the door slowly creaks close, a distant laugh started up. A black and red cloud swirled in the mirror as the cackles grew even louder, echoing in the confines of the bathroom. The door clicks shut and the voice disappears.