Hello, all you Death Note fans who are reading this. I really should be writing the next chapter of Game On!, but I don't have any inspiration right now. Well, this is a short Chapter 1 of my new fanfiction. I hope you like it.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Light Yagami was a human being who was bored easily. He hung out with friends and went to parties, like most young people his age did. But there was no real entertainment in doing so. He did it to fit in with his peers, to stop them thinking that he was socially awkward.
It was raining that night. Light was walking home from yet another tedious and loud session in a night club. His ears buzzed and his feet ached. Light looked down at his clothes distastefully. The once stylish black button-up shirt he had been wearing was now a crumpled mess, and it reeked of alcohol and cheap perfume. He twitched. Too many girls had approached him, giggling and touching him in inappropriate ways. Too many girls had tried to kiss him when he was distracted…Light wiped his mouth on his shirt sleeve frantically, disgusted at the memory. A few sneaky ones had succeeded…
He turned into a dimly lit alleyway, listening to the sound of his footsteps echo in the empty and narrow space. Suddenly, he stopped. His brown eyes focused on a huddled shape against a trash can. A person? He carefully made his way closer to the shape, prepared to laugh at himself if he found that it was only a bag of trash. What he did find though, would make him question his sexuality once and for all.
It was a boy. Or rather, a young man, probably around the same age as he was. He was dressed crudely in jeans and a white shirt, but both articles of clothing were now soaked. Water ran off his mop of messy black hair, making him look (to Light), utterly gorgeous. Light felt himself drooling, and hastily wiped his mouth, blushing hotly. He inwardly slapped his cheeks. I am straight. I am straight. I am-
He had unconsciously leaned closer to the man's face, until their noses were nearly touching. Up close, he looked even better. Pale skin, long eyelashes, a pronounced chin, straight nose and high cheekbones. Light blushed again, and cast his look down to the man's throat. An intricate black pendant hung around his neck on a silver chain. The letter L.
Light stepped back and surveyed the man. Was he sleeping? Panicking slightly, he leaned closer to check for any sign of breathing. He sighed in relief when he saw the man's chest move slowly as he breathed.
Light looked around. It was very dark, and it was raining. This man could get hypothermia or worse. Light contemplated if he should wake the man up or not. He was a stranger after all…Reaching out a hand to touch the man's shoulder, he was shocked when his fingers met cold material and even colder skin underneath. Light sucked in a breath and shook his shoulder gently. No response. He shook harder. Still no response.
By this time, Light was seriously panicking. He dug out his phone from his pocket with trembling fingers, prepared to call an ambulance. He cursed under his breath when he saw that there was no power. He looked around again. It was around 2.00 in the morning, and most people wandering around the streets were either drunk or keen to go home.
Light sighed and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He really had no choice. Light bent down and picked up the man. He frowned. The man was very light. Awkwardly, he stumbled towards the other side of the alleyway, all the while noticing how the man's skin became even colder with every step he took.
Upon arriving at his apartment, he stumbled at the door. Carrying another human male for a long distance was a difficult job, even if the said man was very light. Painfully, Light pulled himself up. Somehow he found the strength walk the last few steps to his bed and dump the man on the bed before collapsing on the floor, panting in exhaustion.
Ignoring the sharp pain in his arms, he again pulled himself up. He looked at the man and hesitantly touched his hand. Was he slightly warmer? Tripping over his feet in his haste to get to the bathroom, Light spared another glance at the man on the bed. He had to get a towel, a basin of warm water, some dry clothes…
Retrieving all of the said items and stumbling his way back to the bed, Light blushed. He had to remove the man's wet clothes…He decided to start with the shirt. Still blushing, Light attempted to remove the man's soggy white shirt while looking elsewhere in the room. This proved to be a very difficult feat, as Light's thoughts kept drifting to how nice the man looked without a shirt, how pale and smooth his skin was,,,
He was abruptly jolted out of his fantasizing when a pale hand shot out with shocking speed and wrapped itself around his throat, long fingers cutting off his air supply. Light choked and struggled, opening his eyes only to lock them with pitch-black, emotionless orbs.
"Who are you?"
So yeah, that's a short chapter...but it will get longer, I promise! Please leave a nice review and tell me what you thought about it! ^_^