Author's Note: Greetings! I am QueenKill33 ! Hello! This is actually my second story here on this glorious site! :) But it's my first for Death Note (my all time Fav!) x) Anyway, I hope you enjoy my little take on the movie "Let Me In" by director Matt Reeves. Some follow the original plot, but with a few of my own little twists. Some is different, some are the same. I really don't know how to explain it -.- So, I'll just leave it at this...Enjoy! That's basically all I can say.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING of Death Note or the Film "Let Me In". I own not a single fucking thing, just the few twists and my own little ideas, yadda yadda. But I own nothing, nada, nope! *Shakes head violently* NOTHING! Dx
Just Let Me In
In February 2004, a string grisly murders began in the streets of Los Angeles. These murders were automatically assumed to be the work of Satanic rituals, or a Cult from the fact that these victims have all been drained of their blood, some, a few were missing their insides.
But on March 8th, Monday, an ambulance has escorted an unidentified 50-year old man with severe third-degree burns to his body and face. He is placed on a respirator due to the acidic fumes from the chemistry fire that had seared his lungs and thus compromised his ability to speak. The fire had been caused during a murder scene, instinctively the man is questioned and was now under extreme watch of the L.A.P.D.
A Detective, Soichiro Yagami, a 42-year old Japanese-American has spoken to this man, asking to identify himself and is interrogated on whether he was a part of a Satanic cult.
He gets no reply.
At 2:34 A.M
The man is found dead.
Jumping and falling to his death from his room on the tenth floor, leaving behind only one note, (a suicide note) which read:
"I'm Sorry..."
Chapter 1:
Light Yagami
Febuary 10, 2004. Tuesday
He was alone again.
It seemed as if he was always alone. But he had grown accustom to the bitter feeling of loneliness, he learned to adapt, learned to hide, learn to except it. He felt like he would be alone forever...which was funny considering he was the most popular guy at school.
That popularity didn't even compare to the ice cold loneliness he felt daily.
The girls who swooned over him was nothing, the guys who wanted to befriend him (or in some cases, also swooned over him) was meaningless. The multitudes of voices asking him this and that, compliments, adoration, confessions, flattery, congratulations, gossip, teasing, giggling, laughing, faking, hiding, hating, dying...everything was boring, stupid, meaningless.
He hated boredom, he hated being who he was.
Sure he was popular with both genders, sure he was the well-respected senior of his entire school, sure he had excellent grades with more excellent marks. Sure he had the ability to have a person wrapped around his finger, sure he could rule the school with his stunning good looks and amazing intelligence...
But that meant nothing.
Nothing.
Not a single thing was valued as being "life-accomplishing"
He despised that he was the person whom he worked hard at being.
He thrived for perfection, but...this was just tiring.
Sometimes he wondered who would actually miss him if he were dead. Definitely his mom, sister and dad...but...would anybody else? Nope. Those people he called friends were probably just waiting for him to fail, for him to at least show a hint of a flaw inside his idolized perfection, to see him fall just to prove to themselves that he was just a human too. They were waiting, like vultures to a carcass, waiting for any chance they could get to pick at the sores, the wounds, the secrets that made him vulnerable to feed their greedy stomachs. All in all, they were deprived of being a somebody, over-shadowed by his greatness that left them all but jealous, bitter individuals, ready to stab him in the back to show the world...he was just a nobody, a joke, a little boy hiding behind a mask built up by the false praise and worship.
He was...
A human.
This is what humans are, what humans were capable of.
He was just a weak, powerless, a useless pawn in life's long, dull game.
But how he moved himself, would determine the outcome.
Light Yagami wasn't the one to quit, Hell no! He was never the one to take the easy way, he wasn't about to go ahead and let Life call out "checkmate". He wasn't going to lose...no, he wasn't going to let life bite him in the ass or give those friends the privilege of discovering his weaknesses or secrets, to let them find out the dirty little mysteries kept under lock and key in the shadows of his sub-conscience.
He was Light Yagami
And no one could say or do to defile his nature and personality.
"Liiiight! Dinner!"
Light looked towards the door to find his sister calling after him from the doorway of the apartment building.
He was always sitting alone outside, in the snow-covered courtyard of the beautiful apartment complex in downtown L.A. The courtyard was always his favorite place to go during night...for some odd reason it made him relax. The lifeless-looking trees, the snowy benches, the frozen fountain and the dead silence of winter, yes, they were truly something of beauty.
"Alright..." He spoke with one of his fake smiles, immediately fooling his younger sister. He was sad by the thought...that even his family didn't know who he really was.
Sayu was quick to spot something amiss and Light his a smile. His sister would sometimes notice the strangeness he showed, she would become aware of the little abnormality in his personality. At times she would brush it off as being "teenager problems" but now that Light was going to become an adult, she should have seem him get over his moody teenager days.
"Is something wrong, Light? You've been acting a little strange..." She asked with a tilt of her head.
"No, don't be silly. I'm just a little tired is all...you know with exams coming up, I've been stressing a lot these days..."
Sayu raised a delicate eyebrow. "Are you sure that's it? Hey..." She walked over to him and sat next to him on the bench, after dusting the snow off. "If there's something wrong...you can tell me. I'm your sister, right?" She smiled and patted him on the back. "Is it a girl...?" She teased.
"Sayu...!" Light scolded with a smile. He was sort of embarrassed, not because of the girl thing...but because...he had yet to admit to his family that he enjoyed the company of both men and women. Not that he had much experience with either gender, his most recent being five months ago. However, he had gone on a few dates with men he had met someone uptown. It had been a casual affair, until the other male wanted to take their relationship to the next level...and Light couldn't bring himself to go through with it. Teru Mikami was...sort of obsessive, but he agreed to the ending of their relationship (whatever relationship they had) and offered for them to remain as friends. Light didn't object, he sort of like Teru because he was intelligent.
"I'm not going to talk about girls with my little sister!" He chuckled lightly and ruffled her hair.
"Ah! H-hey! Not the hair!" She whined and slapped at his hands with a pout.
Light only laughed as his sister attempted to throw a snow ball, which the snow only crumbled in her hand. "You can't make a snow ball with fresh snow, idiot." He mocked as he was now being chased by Sayu who was yelling after him, carrying a mound of snow which she threatened to wash his face with.
"How was school, Light?" His mother asked with a smile.
Light only acknowledged her with a nod and the usual "it was alright."
He was going to ask if his father was going to come home for supper, but he already knew the answer when his mother avoided small talk about the mention of work. The realization that his parents were going through a rough patch in their marriage was beginning to tug at him again, he hated seeing them look at each other coldly, speak very little to one another and ignore all topics about each other and their work. But what Light hated the most, was that it was really affecting Sayu.
He wanted to protect her...protect her from the harsh reality of their parents fighting and cold treatment. Of course none of that negative behaviour was expressed towards them...thankfully. His parents loved their children, they would do anything for them...they just...didn't like each other.
His father was always working. Being an L.A.P.D officer, he was rarely at home, and even if he was, he didn't stay long. Which lead the couples to argue almost every night when he was home. His mother complained about him not being there for his family, saying that he was missing out on various things that were important to the kids, important to her, she would try to get through to him by making him feel guilty, but being the hardhead as he was, Soichiro was blinded by his duty of work.
Light respected him...respected that he was focused on his job, at justice and that's what it all was from the start...love, respect and awe. During their childhood, he was so extremely proud of his father, being a skillful police officer and catching the "bad guys" but as time went on, and when he got promoted as chief-detective of a branch in his office, he had lost interest in being with his family, and Light's feelings turned sour. Light was in his teens when his parents first started arguing, Sayu was still just a child, and he would always let her sleep in his room when the arguments got bad. He often told her "things will get better" but they only seemed to get worse, and by 17 Light lost all hope that things will never get better and stopped trying to deny the fact...his parents were too far gone to be fixed.
Things change...
Feelings change...
People change...
But secretly, Light still respected his father being a dedicated officer to the law and whenever he could, he would go and see him at work, bringing him a change of clothes, a meal and an update of the upcoming events him and Sayu will be having in the school term.
His father looked exhausted every time he seen him. His hair looked like it was getting greyer but Light encouraged him to keep doing what was best. He was helping and saving lives wasn't he? Then who was Light to complain and to try and stop him? He did his very best to stay on both sides of his parents perspectives and kept true to each of them.
And now, with all these murders happening...his dad was becoming much too busy for him to go see.
"Light! Yoo hoo!"
"Oh, huh?" He looked up from his plate, and seen that Sayu had been waving at him.
"I've asked you how-many-times to pass the soy sauce! How was the journey in space?" She giggled at her lame joke.
"Oh...sorry. I just got lost in thought..." He admitted with a smile as he passed her the bottle of soy sauce.
"Goodness, it's unlike you to be so distracted Light. Is something the matter?"
Yeah, you're marriage.
He thought bitterly. "No, not at all. I just feel a little tired...I think I'll be going to sleep early tonight." He smiled half-heartedly and took a bite of his Donburi rice bowl. It never ceased to amaze him that his mother was a fantastic cook, which is why she worked as a chef at a Japanese cuisine restaurant, which was rated a three star restaurant by L.A critics. He liked how his mother was off doing what she loved doing, while his father did what he loved doing, and he could never really understand why they argued about their work. They were both skillful at the things they were good at...why did they have to argue and contradict each other?
"Well I hope you're okay, I hear talk about the West Nile Virus hitting the U.S..."
"Mom, I'm not sick...especially not with that bird disease." he rolled his eyes with a smile.
"Not only birds are effected! There's mosquitos and humans too, Light!"
"Alright, well if I die, make the people believe I died by being too smart for my own good."
"Wow, that's cocky!" Sayu laughed.
"Oh please, it's more believable than dying of a mosquito bite..."
Sayu started laughing. "You're unbelievable, Light! Truly..."
"Jealous...?" He smirked.
As her children began an argument of playful jabs and snorts of derision, Sachiko smiled as she nibbled on her food. As much as the days seemed so hectic and stressful...being home with her kids was all worth the wait.
2:12 A.M, and still Light Yagami was awake.
He played with a Rubix cube, idly passing time until he felt any ounce of sleep cloud his mind, so far he solved the Rubix cube more than 11 times and even heard the same song on the radio play at least three times in the last four hours. He was getting sick of the songs he heard, so he settled for silence and the constant sounds of him playing with damn cube. He was starting to annoy himself with his sighs and the noises of the cube puzzle in his hands.
Finally, Light put down the cube and went towards his window, maybe some air will get him tired. So Light opened it slightly and inhaled the crisp February air, sighing contently as it filled his lungs. He got a good view on the courtyard and he lost himself in the scenery, in the blanket of snow that covered the ground in a mass of white fluff. He enjoyed snow...he loved that the pure white substance was able to cover up the filth just underneath, it was sort of symbolic in a sense. That the pure can overshadow the filth this earth possessed. Snow was always beautiful, and Light was eager to step outside and feel the cold numb his body.
But something caught his eye.
Light glanced towards the sidewalk where a car had pulled up. No, it wasn't a car, it was more like a limo. Shiny, black and spotless and when it pulled up, Light was instantly fixed upon the vehicle. He found it odd that a rich-looking limo would show up at 2 in the morning, and he found it even more odd that it was parked there...unmoving, with people still inside it.
Light stared at the parked limo and tried to catch a glimpse at who was stationed in the back, it was hard to tell with the tinted windows but Light could have sworn he seen eyes staring at him. Was it possible for a person to see him this far up? Much less, in the dark?
The brunette continued to stare down at the vehicle and soon enough an elderly man had got out from the driver's side, he pulled at the black cap around his head and kept his head down, as if hiding himself from anyone who was staring at them (which Light was doing). He seen the man start to make his way to the back doors of the car, quickly opening the door and held it open for the person the step out. Light eagerly waited, finding himself anxious at who this wealthy stranger might be, he sat with his face up against the glass of his window and gaped as he seen a male make his way out into the cold, dark street.
His raven hair was the first thing Light noticed. It was jet black in the shadows of night, it was like a pitch black sea of messy, glossy locks. It stood out an a multitude of stands, sticking up here and there around his head. And his face...now that's what had Light captivated.
His eyes were like an abyss, dark, deep; it felt as if they would swallow you whole. And just under those illuminating, hollow eyes of his, he seen the dark, bruising shade under them, like he hadn't slept in days, weeks...Hell, years! Those dark circles were so heavily marked into his skin it was like a permanent bruise. And the way his eyes looked about, was like he studied everything in his sights.
Light stared at him, gaping incredulously as he seen that he wasn't wearing a proper winter jacket. He stood with only a white, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. The next Light noticed was that not only was he not wearing proper winter attire...he was also not wearing any shoes...! His feet were bare, and Light had to wince. Wasn't he cold?
Why did that old man let him go out without being properly dressed? He arrived in a limo...so why did he dress like a homeless person?
For some strange reason, Light scolded the elderly man for having a delicate looking boy such as him to parade around with no jacket, shoes and socks.
And as Light stared down at the two, he felt his breath get caught in his chest as the raven-haired man glanced up at him, his thumbnail being chewed on as he kept his eyes locked onto his, making Light unable to look away. He remained still, his eyes wide as the other male kept his hardened stare on him, and for another strange reason...Light wasn't at all weirded-out by the man's studious gaze. Light felt as if they were both ignorant to back down and look away, they kept each other in their sights, not one of them faltering or glancing away.
But what made him finally blink was the male had a hint of smile playing over his features and Light found himself entranced by the mere sight of it. He felt himself begin to flush and he instantly looked away, his eyes casted down bashfully and he backed away from the window, his face red with embarrassment.
Wait, why the hell am I embarrassed? I'm not the one to get shy so easily! Who the hell was that guy!?
He was almost angry with himself at being flustered over one small smile, which he guessed was shown because the male caught him staring at him and was smiling just to embarrass him. Light was mad now, he didn't want to look weak!
He made his way back to the window, this time poking his head out to prove some sort of point that he wasn't shy from the small display he witnessed. He arrogantly huffed and peeked out, his eyes going back to the sidewalk where he had seen the two arrive. But when he seen nothing but the footprints of two individuals making their way to the entrance of the apartment he grew nervous.
Why were they coming here?
Light was taken back by the ridiculous thought that they came here to take him away, or to come and kill him since he seen them. What if they came here secretly, considering the time, they might be under some sort of mission, and now that Light had seen them, they came here to silence him.
That was stupid.
Even Light had to frown at the absurd thought. I got to stop watching late night movies with Sayu...! He told himself and went to his bed after shutting the window. I need to sleep...I'm not thinking straight.
Light fell to his bed and pulled the covers up over his shoulders, closing his eye tightly as he tried to force himself to sleep. But that stupid thought kept resurfacing...and he growled angrily for ever thinking something such as that. It was like he was a little boy, letting his imagination get the better of him as it came into play and prevented him from sleeping.
But as he was about to say to himself 'it's just a dumb thought!' Light nearly jumped out of his bed as he heard a thud against the wall.
He quickly pulled the covers up over his head and hushed himself to stay quiet.
What was that!?
He nervously chewed his lip as he listened intently to the muffled sounds of murmured voices and the sounds of footsteps walk around lazily next door. Light gave a sigh of relief It's just the neighbours...calm down. He slowly re-emerged himself from the bundle of blankets and looked around himself to see if he was alone. Thankfully, he was.
Wait...we had no neighbours before. That apartment was empty until now...
Light started to stare up at the ceiling and deduced a theory. It must be those people from outside. No one has ever stepped foot into that apartment until now. But if that was them...why did they move in so late? It's going to 2:30 in the morning and they're settling in now? Why now? Maybe they're in a cult or something. Hey! Those murders that have been happening lately...what if...they were murderers!?
Yeah, those murders that was hitting the news all over.
Each of the victims have been drained completely of blood, all with their throats cut while some of them had their organs missing. The police say that it might be a Satanic group going around killing people, in fact, his father was in charge of this case.
Should he tell his dad about the strange men who arrived tonight?
No, that would be useless, especially when Light had no evidence to accuse them of anything.
Light sighed to himself and rolled over to his side, looking at the window and the graceful falling of the snow until he felt his eyes shut and his mind was fading in and out of sleep. The last thing he thought of...
Was the Raven.
Thus concludes my first Chapter! :) Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know you're thoughts, good, bad...I really don't care, I just need some feed back to let me know how I'm doing. Throw roses, or throw tomatoes...which ever you prefer. (Please let it be roses! .) Well thanks for reading, I'll be back for the second chapter! :) May take awhile, but I hope you are patient!
QueenKill33