Disclaimer: I am not the owner of the death note.
This story was Inspired by 11 minutes by Paulo Coelho.
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Once upon a time there was a whore, a man whore. You may say that 'Once upon a time' and 'whore' cannot be put in the same sentence. 'Once upon time' is used in children's fairy tales, 'whore' is a word used for adults. So how can we start a story with this great contradiction?
...Since us adults always seem to have a foot in the land of fantasy and the other in the land of self inflicted doom.
Light Yagami was the perfect boy. A prodigy. Never was he tardy, never an A out of place during his school years. Of course, he became the source of pride for his parents, a shiny trophy to be held up high. It was decided at the age of nine that he was to follow his father's footsteps –Police chief Yagami Soichiro. Light, agreeing like the well mannered Japanese boy he was.
Light came up with three conclusions in his childhood and teenage years.
Love:
He had his first dabble in the pool of love at the age of eleven; he was walking on his way to school when he realized that he was not alone, a boy he recognized from school, walking a few steps behind him. They never did exchange words, but as the days moved on, Light realized that those ten minutes that he spent on the way to school were the happiest moments in his life.
He assumed their friendship and was happy with it, until the dreams began.
The memories that were never made, talking and laughing with him. Being so young, he didn't have a second thought to the images of them walking hand in hand, the boy leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
He woke up every single morning, unwilling to shake the pleasant tingle that stuck in his chest.
Until one day he decided that he couldn't take the silence anymore. That morning, dressed to impress, not a flick of caramel hair out of place, he ventured out of his room, ready to declare his love.
Only to walk alone for the first time in months. The boy he loved never showed up.
A week passed with only he as company, Light was anxious. He hadn't a clue where the boy lived; he cursed himself for never asking a thing of him. During lunch, a friend told him. His first love had moved away.
He promised himself he would never cry. Breaking the promise really didn't hurt as much as it should of.
In conclusion: Love wasn't meant for Light.
Sexuality:
At 14, Light wasn't as oblivious. He met and befriended Teru, a slim, smart, handsome boy. Never one to make the same mistake twice, he threw his fear of rejection aside to ask him over to his house for study. Light noted his friend's overly eager acceptance, but decided not to get ahead of himself.
The two became close friends, and as the weeks moved on, Light began to wake up to those tingles he had missed for years. Never letting it show to Teru, he suffered crushing déjà vu in sweet silence.
A clear Saturday afternoon, the pair sat in the middle of Light's favorite park. Happy with just being with his friend, they began to talk about attraction, sex and love...as curious boys do. When Teru refused to meet his gaze after he asked whether or not he had a crush on someone at school, Light couldn't stop the flicker of jealousy that whirled about his chocolate eyes. Playing the nosy best friend, he started to poke his friend in the side, assuring he wouldn't tell a soul.
Teru lifted his head from his knees, his hair limp on his shoulder, covering his eyes.
"No one?"
"Just...don't freak out alright?"
"Jeez, how bad could it b-" his mouth unable to finish as it became preoccupied with something much more enjoyable. Promptly dropping the sandwich in his hand, he reached up to make sure he wasn't imaging things, letting his fingers slide across his friend's cheek, he closed his eyes.
It was Light's first kiss! How long did he dream for this day to come? It was great, the birds were singing, the sun was setting, the sound of faded music…not wanting to be outdone, Light began to mimic the movements he had seen in the cheesy, unrealistic romantic movies he was forced to watch with his sister, Sayu. He roughly pressed his lips on Teru's, moving his head from side to side, self control happily bidding the pair adieu. He felt Teru's tongue slip to brush his teeth, completely giving up control, he was happy to lie limp in the makeshift hug he was in until...
Suddenly, he felt Teru move away slightly. Light blinked twice, about to ask when his friends voice beat him to it.
"You don't want this?"
Light sat back, puzzled. Still rendered speechless from the kiss, he silently stared.
Sighing, Teru hugged Light then walked him back to his house. The whole way back both were silent. Light knew he'd made a mistake again; it was killing him not knowing what he actually done wrong.
The next day, pride dripping from his voice, Light shared his first experience with one of his best friends, Naomi. When he explained his confusion as to why Teru had suddenly broken their kiss, Naomi held her hand up to mouth, suppressing giggles.
Moments later, Naomi burst out of laughing.
"Light! Didn't you open your mouth?"
Looking slightly put off, Light decided to sniff out the trail.
"Why should I have done that?"
"To let his tongue into your mouth, sweetie."
Suddenly a giant weight of obvious made itself comfortable in Lights mind.
"What would that have changed?"
"This is how a guy kisses a girl –err… or a guy. He probably thought you weren't getting into it. Honestly Light, for such a smart person, you can miss the simplest things."
Light joined Naomi with his laughter while his soul screamed in frustration.
A week later, Light saw Teru holding hands with Naomi. He pretended that he didn't care...
Bitch.
In conclusion: Light Yagami is homosexual. His heart tells him so. It also tells him women can not be trusted.
Faith:
Another three years have passed; Light's life became duller by each passing day. Everyday was a replay of the day before, until a knock on the door broke the routine.
Light let his mother open the door; he followed her after he heard a loud gasp that pierced the usual calm of the house. His mother was leaning against the wall, hands hiding the silent tears sliding down her face. Small whimpers of 'no' passing between her fingers.
Looking towards the door he locked eyes with a man, middle-age, grasping a gold badge a little too tightly in one hand, he kept a stable composure, but the grief in his eyes gave him away. He didn't need to say a word, Light already knew.
Soichiro Yagami was dead.
Light didn't give the man, Aizawa, a chance to speak. Immediately closing the door, he took his mother by the arm, guiding her gently to the couch. He then went upstairs, packed his family's clothes, woke little Sayu from her slumber and evacuated the house with his family and belongings to their uncle's house.
He really couldn't stand this house anymore; the family portraits were mocking him in the worst way possible. Dad wasn't going to be wearing that horrible tie this year...
In conclusion, God lives in the far heavens, where his prayers can't be heard. No one 'up there' is watching over him.
Long story short, Light couldn't bear to live in Japan anymore, not after his father's death. He had to admit that his loss made it a lot easier for him to go pursue his dreams, to see the world…
He had gathered a modest amount of money over the last few months, his only other language that could hold decent conversation being English, it felt obvious to him to head to London. Ready to start from scratch and make a life for him, and provide support for his family. He had made up his mind.
Sachiko didn't object and could only allow a sad smile to pass across her features as she hugged her son, Sayu being considerably more vocal in protest. Upon being promised gifts on pain of death, protest fell from her face, an eager grin and a hug marking the last contact she'd have with her brother for some time.
Leaving his sister's arms, they said their final goodbyes. Light was on his way to London, carrying his hopes and dreams with him.
The trip went by unnoticed, his nerves were rattling him. As he stepped out of the airport, the cold air of a British morning greeted him. The journey really was just beginning.
Days passed, weeks and months…Light was still without a job. He had learnt that many of the British citizens in London were unemployed. His high IQ that forced the best Harvard professors to bow their heads in shame didn't help him either, for he had not graduated from college. Slowly the dreams shattered again into small sharp pieces; whenever he tried to glue them back his fingers would bleed.
But with no time his small amount of money was gone. He was forced to swallow his pride and worked for Mc Donald's as a night shift worker, which was a big slap in the face. He, Light Yagami, left his family and country for this? It was pathetic, and upon finishing his shift, he walked through the streets in London, searching for drink. Finding a bar, he walked in, never more ready to destroy his brain cells with alcohol.
One night, on his way to the bar, he spotted a pair of young men, hand in hand, skipping into a rather colorful establishment that advertised its need for workers. Making swift work to follow the men, he peered through the beads hanging past the door, the strobe lights and heavy bass being praised by the male dancers in cages and the men on the dance floor.
"It's a fucking gay bar..."
"Are you here for the job?"
Light barely had time to realize he had actually entered the place when the corner of a DS stylus lightly tapped his shoulder.
Jumping back, and cursing himself for looking like a wary, feral animal he turned around to meet a fairly normal looking guy, save the no-purpose goggles and complete attention averted to the small DS screen in front of him.
Regaining his composure, Light ignored the man's question. "How much does it pay?"
"Depends …the customer should at least pay 100 pounds, and 25% is deducted for the bar, that leaves yo-"
"That leaves me with 75 pounds..." he mumbled, more to himself. That amount of money will save him. Maybe after a few years he will gather enough money to continue his studies here. He will be able to send money to his family back home...
But I would have to sell my body, my honor…
The man spoke around the cigarette dangling along his bottom lip,
"So kid what will it be?"
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