Hey dear readers – if there are any – I finally wrote the next part. This one is a quite different from the 'A' because this time I tried to capture Light's God-complex and a little bit of his feelings regarding L. I hope the Light of this chapter didn't turn out to crazy.

Once again: I owe none of the characters. Don't sue me.

Warning: none

B: begrudge ( to envy or resent the pleasure or good fortune of others; to be reluctant to give, grand, or allow )

Light was not an envious person. But it's not as though this could be attributed as one of his good character qualities.

Light wasn't envious because he granted other people their happiness. To put it bluntly, he simply never cared enough for anyone to even so much as waste a thought about, whether the crowds of idiots, dreamers and his chess pieces were happy, had gained anything new or were enjoying their lives.

There was no point paying attention to something as trivial. What good were their fleeting moments of illusory peaceful days?

In the end those people were always stuck in the same place without realizing it. They lived their boring lives, did their boring jobs, upheld the boring social convention and in the end died boring lives.

Hence, why should Light feel envy towards those wretched human beings?

Moreover, Yagami Light was the best the human race had to offer. No, that was wrong considering that the young man was oh so much more than a little human.

He was perfection incarnated. Untouchable, unmatchable, unreachable in all his achievements, chains of thought and actions.

He was always above everyone else and why the others were thinking which path to take the student was not only a few steps ahead of them, he was usually waiting at the goal.

He was like a young god from Greek mythology.

His body was well-proportioned, with long and graceful limbs, while at the same time hiding well-trained muscles beneath the creamy porcelain skin. His silken hair had an exceptionally light brown colour for a Japanese.

To top it all of he possessed most alluring mocha eyes and an even more alluring smile, which charmed anyone laying eyes on him. He was an Adonis.

However, behind that seductive appearance lay a fascinating mind.

A mind which yet had to find a rival. Meanwhile unraveling petty schemes and desires, the phenomena and everyday occurrences, the feelings and true meanings behind words. Unraveling everything to the person blessed with it. Intelligence on par with Apollo.

There was no denying it: Light was worth more than those pathetic humans surrounding him. He was a divine entity trapped in a boring, imperfect world.

His claims were proofed when he found the Death Note. It was a sign for him to finally take his designated place as the God of a new world befitting of his perfection.

Thus, there was never so much as even the tiniest notion to begrudge others' happiness. It was just bitterly illogical for him to develop such feelings.

So why exactly did he feel this twinge of something unfamiliar when he saw L? Why for sanity's sake was he sometimes overwhelmed by the sudden need to be like Ryuzaki?

Sure, the man nearly matched Light's intelligence. He deserved to be acknowledged as his rival. Perhaps, even as his arch enemy.

But that didn't change one simple fact: For all his brilliant mind the detective was like a walking imperfection.

His behavior was abnormal, he was constantly high on sugar and tea, slouched, crouched instead of sitting properly, was always subjecting his thumb to nibbling when he concentrated. The list was endless. And Light hadn't even started with his looks!

Terrible, untidy clothes to summarize L's sense of fashion. By the way, did he mention that the greatest detective of their century reminded him of a drug addict? What with all those rings under his eyes, that too pale skin and hair, which defied gravity!

For all his genius Ryuzaki was naught but a big, walking, breathing, living imperfection in contrast to Light's own perfection.

Then why for crying out loud did Light begrudge L's imperfection, the feeling leaving an unpleasant aftertaste after being suppressed?

Finis

Sorry for the shortness of this chapter but personally I can only write so much when there's no real action or plot. I apologize if there where any mistakes I'm trying to improve.

Please review. Criticize me, praise me, flame me, but please review.

And if there are suggestions or requests for a word for the next letter 'C' don't hesitate and tell me.