-He sat slumped over his desk, the only source of light in his room was his small desk lamp. He balled his hands up into fists, his breath became unsteady. Standing up, his head hung with a hunched back, he brought his fist down upon his desk with a piercing SMACK! He winced as the pain shot up his arm, and recoiled, cradling it with his opposite. What are you doing? He thought to himself.
With his good hand he switched off the lamp, the room went dark. Not dark, no that wasn't the word, his room became a pitch-black canvas for his mind. Shapes, shadows, specks of light, all formed themselves into faces, monsters, demons.
He felt is way over to his bed, and lay down. Looking up at the ceiling, or rather, where the ceiling should be, there were more and more shapes and faces. He forced his eyes closed to rid himself of the illusions, only to find there were more on inside of his eyelids.
In a flash his eyes were open again. Panting with a quickly speeding heart rate, he watched as the pictures formed in the blackness. He was alone. Not lonely. But alone.
His mother and sister were away at some mother-daughter retreat. His father was working on the Kira case. Ryuzaki sent the young man home, after repeatedly catching him drifting off into the land of nod.
Ryuzaki, L, the case, Kira, floated through his mind. Me. he thought Could… a killer, someone who puts an end peoples lives, someone who thought… they had the right to shut the books of hundereds…. No…. now more like thousands of people, lurk inside of me? It was very possible, he knew that. He knew somewhere deep down, even if he wouldn't admit it to himself, he knew he had the mental ability to kill.
It sickened him. Every moment spent working the case, watching Kiras every move, everything Kira had done in the past was stomach-wrenchingly similar to something he would do himself.-