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Light Yagami never thought he'd be where he was today. He was bored with life. Things just went on in life after he finished university.
He was the CEO of some big technology company. He started after he left the police force. Now he had money, a beautiful (stupid) girlfriend and he was depressed. His life was heading to suicide and he was just 26 years old! Hardly what you would call a mid-life crisis.
So here he was, Light Yagami, the god of technology, as people so often referred to him. Here he stood holding a blade to his wrist in front of a mirror in the bathroom of his apartment; contemplating once again if he should do it or not. It wasn't like they would find him in time in his apartment. No one would catch him, he was safe to do it.
He looked up at the mirror and placed the blade by the side of the sink. He hated being smart. TV shows never interested him, computer programs were so easy to create that it took the fun away from it, and games were too easy to win (at least for him, it was). He couldn't enjoy comedy because he found it stupid, sad and not funny.
He hated how perfect he was; charming, some would say. Beautiful, slim, but slightly tone. He had no abs; he had a flat stomach, but that was what most liked about him. He was just like a model, but he wasn't tall enough. He was five feet and seven inches while Misa towered over him with six feet and an inch.
He stared down at the sink, and sighed. Letting the towel fall off his slim waist. He did, however, find his soul mate once. It seemed like centuries ago, now. Mikami Teru. He had left him saying how much he had loved him. He had left due to a stupid truck driver and Light knew he was weak for wanting to die too and knew Mikami would be disappointed but he didn't care.
He stepped into his shower then let the warm water wash away his pain and sorrow down the drain.
OOOOOO
L had never been interested in anyone. He could be most considered as asexual. He was emotionless, cold, and unfeeling. And now, Watari, his one and only partner for years, was getting old. He sighed not wanting to put up with the triplets (Mello, Matt, and Near). He didn't want them to begin to intern with him like how Watari had so 'kindly' suggested.
L sighed feeling depressed as he sat with his knees to his chest and thumb between his teeth as he awaited his chocolate cake. Watari wanted to retire and asked him to find a new partner. It was not easy. L was just not cool with the idea of getting an idiot like the fool Matsuda that he tricked into caring for the triple trouble.
He needed someone brilliant, cunning and efficient.
He sighed, but brightened up as a nice big slice of cake was put before him.
He picked up the fork and shoveled a considerate amount into his mouth. The first thing he needed to do was find someone competent.
He stared around the shop as the people seated most wore suits. Business men, some women dressed in nice floral dresses ,and sat in groups like clicks. His eyes stopped on a brown haired man that sat in a corner, he was staring at a newspaper as if reading it, but the man was staring silently at his watch on his wrist.
L was shocked when the man looked up and their eyes met. The honey colored eyes were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were so beautiful, so inviting, and in the one second he had been captivated. The man looked down then sighed; picking up his take-out cup of coffee he got up, and left with the newspaper.
L felt tempted to follow the man, but he was aware of his sick perverted stalker look so he restrained himself.
OOOOOO
Light had ended up going to get a quick coffee from at a nice café about 10 miles off of where he lived. He took the train there; not feeling up to driving.
He entered the small shop feeling better. He missed Japan sometimes, but the simplicity of the English society never failed to amaze him.
Light stood on the line ignoring the looks he got from girls. He ordered his coffee. He took a seat, and he bought a paper on the way there. He opened it to read, but he was once again bored. He let his eyes wonder through the store, ignoring flirtatious looks. Unknowingly, his eyes stopped on a weird, pale man who sat with his knees to his chest.
Light could see the plain white shirt and blue jeans clearly. The man looked almost like Mikami. The feeling that he had found his soul taste was back in his mouth. Mikami Teru, a public prosecutor that had believed in justice so strongly. The only man Light had ever and will ever love... He was gone and now, Light was seeing more copies of him even after almost three years after the perfect man's death.
Light stared at his watch from the corner of his eye; he had to go. He looked up at the strange man once more and their eyes met. He stared into the black eyes. He was almost drowning in them. So deep and yet so emotionless. He looked away quickly, rushed up, then left.
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