Summary:
Light Yagami, a young determined man is willing to do everything to find justice for his murdered family. But odds are against him, his short-term memory has been destroyed, he is incapable of retaining new information. Despite everything, he sets out to find the culprit and meets Misa Amane who appears to be sympathetic to his plight, and Ryuzaki a seemingly dubious character who claims to be Light's friend.
Come dear reader and follow me into this head spinning adventure, but pay attention!Your concentration and little grey cells are needed to unravel a web of intrigues and steadily increasing obsession.
Prologue
A Polaroid photograph, clasped between a slender finger and a thumb.
A crude crime scene picture is shown upon it.
It is of a man's body lying on a decaying wooden floor.
A bloody, disgusting mess, where once the head of a living, breathing human being had been.
The image in the photo starts to fade, everything on rewind.
The hand holding the photo suddenly fans it in a rapid flapping motion, then holds it still. The image fades more, and again the picture is fanned.
The image fades to nothing.
The hand holding the photo flaps it again.
It is just at the beginning of its developing cycle.
Now the hand places it at the front of a Polaroid camera .
The camera sucks the blank picture up, then the flash bursts, momentarily blinding you with its white light.
The Polaroid camera is lowered, revealing a heavy breathing are droplets of blood across his face. He stares, satisfied, at something on the ground in front of him.
Everything is still on rewind.
There is wet blood on his clothes. His hand opens and he catches a handgun which leaps up from the floor into his grasp.
Still staring, he crouches down and pulls a body off the floor by the wet hair of its bloody head. He slowly inserts the barrel of the gun into the bloody mess where the mouth should be.
He flinches. A deafening roar as wet red liquid leaps off his face and clothes and head.
With a spasm, the whole mess reassembles itself into a face.
"Where am I?" you ask yourself.
Looking around, you see that you are inside a room, on a dingy bed.
Wearing a T- shirt and your boxers.
You get up, survey the room, as if for the first time.
In a corner, adjunct to a tacky dressing table, is a tiny space to hang up clothes.
Just a metal bar squashed between the wall and a ridiculously thin plank of plywood. Coat hangers, really cheap plastic things. Flyspeck upon almost everything.
You look some more. There's a key in a bowl. You grab it. The number four is on a plastic tag on it."
… a motel room.
You open the drawers of the dressing table and find nothing.
You … you simply wake up and are in a motel room. No idea how you came to be in this place.
The feeling that you could be here for the first time, but maybe you have been here longer. A week? A few months? Hard to tell.
No conception of it, really, simply an anonymous room.
It won't tell you anything... .
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction, using characters from the Death Note and Memento worlds, which is trademarked by by their respective owners (Death Note – Writer Tsugumi Ohba and manga artist Takeshi Obata), (Memento – Jonathan Nolan and Christopher Nolan).I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world in which they are living in, I'm only borrowing them. This story is for entertainment only and is not part of any official story line. I do not profit financially from the creation and publication of this story and only wish to play a little bit with these characters.