Kryptonite
Light did not like the rain. It poured down in heavy torrents, gushed over him in falls and cloudbursts of wetness. Then, a particularly leviathan of a drop splashed on to his head, matting his hair. Disgusting.
Ah well. It was not as if this day could get any worse, aside from the fact that his laptop had died, and as of now Light had run out of funds to buy a new one. Light reached for his umbrella, to which a particularly heavy man bumped smack into him, and the beloved parasol skidded into an alleyway filled with rotting rubbish.
And then Yagami Light saw it. A human silhouette was laying around, across a mound of strewn apple cores and old letters. Light walked up to it cautiously, and as his rationality dictated, proceeded to prod and wake the poor thing.
No response.
Light then decided to wake the person by throwing water on its face and speaking loudly to it, but in vain. He looked even more curiously at it, and was even slightly disturbed. Light was against drinking.
When the person didn't respond with Light's yelling, Light contemplated the situation. He was most likely dealing with a desceased, so when he whipped around to yell at someone near to call the police, he noticed some bizarre-looking appendages where the boy's ears should be.
They were squarish, like boxes, but with rounded edges, and with about two-thirds of them painted a metallic, glassy gold color that were seamlessly connected to the boy's head. They looked adorable, and with a plastic that comes from the joy of having a child's play things.
"It was only one of those humanoid PCs. Persocoms?" thought Light interestedly.
Light's boredom was ceased now. Persocoms were an exorbitant purchase, and supposedly the peak of technology in Japan.
Beautifully crafted, lightning-speed capabilities, unlimited space without the fault of being unstable, and an adaptability unmatched, they were something everyone desired.
Light carefully turned over the body, swathed only in strips of bleach, white cloth and looked into the persocom's face. Raven hair that felt as rough kitten fur, a delicately innocent face, yet it was decidedly masculine. His breath hitched.
Since a persocom was lying in the trash, that meant that it was technically free for the taking, so Light did what any sane man would. He took it home.
A/N Please feed me by reading and reviewing! And I hope that I will get enough criticism and comments to continue.