Author's Note: Songs that helped me write:
1) Piano Sonata #14 in C# minor – Ludwig Van Beethoven
2) Symphony No. 5, movement 2, movement 3 – Ludwig Van Beethoven
3) Gee – Girl's Generation
4) Fearless – Jay Chou

Secrets Kept, Failing

As his lungs were about to collapse on him, Light suddenly awoke. He was gasping for air. It was that nightmare again. But more than just a nightmare, it was a reminder of events that weren't supposed to happen. Tears streamlined his face in such a fury that he bashed his sheets as if he were the sheets and was beating himself into a bloody pulp.

Light couldn't bear his nightmares anymore. They were horrible. What had happened was horrible, but what sucked the most was it was his entire fault. He had battled that voice that told him it would be okay if he let go of all his secrets to his other half. But he gave in. Light knew something would go wrong but he decided to not trust that valuable instinct and, instead, trust that murderous voice within his head. He should have listened to himself.

Light had murdered him. Whether Light had indirectly murdered the only friend, compassionate being, and lover who understood him was the question. A year after the "incident", as others would call it, he was starting to be sure it was his entire fault. Light briskly walked pass the kitchen, grabbed his already made hazelnut cup of coffee, and continued to his den to where he kept his most precious things. As he opened the top drawer of the mahogany desk, he had to remind himself how the contraption worked. He hadn't opened the compartment in such a long while. Was he ready to be overwhelmed by the tragedy that nearly struck him into a depression? Oh, fuck it.. If he could stand that nightmare every night he could bear a little more tears.

Secrets Opened, Progress

Light took all the stuff out of the drawer and kept a small ballpoint pen in his hand. Once getting rid of the other useless distractions, he twisted open the pen and took out the thin and slender inkwell. Using the piece, he pushed it into a small hole on the bottom of the drawer. Immediately, he heard the click that signified it was safe to grab the rising board from the top. He didn't want to get his fingers burnt off. Physical pain from early remnants of distraught love wasn't on his checklist of things to do today.

Finally, removing the board from the drawer, he slowly moved his eyes back to the inhabitants of the drawer: newspaper clippings, photos, letters, and even some candy. He grabbed the clipping from the top of the small pile and read the article.

"LOCAL MAN JUMPS OFF GOLDIE:

A 21-year-old man from nearby Little Osaka was spotted on the surface of the ocean at 4 a.m. yesterday morning by a GGT bus driver after making a routine stop on the middle of the bridge. The call of a body on the surface was allegedly made at 4:26 a.m. Local police arrived at the scene and confirmed the call then bringing in the local coast guard to fish the body out. The body, an apparent suicide, has been confirmed to be of Rue Ryuzaki. More information will printed as soon as updated. Our readers can also be updated by subscribing to our website."

Blah, blah, blah. While trying to read the clipping with some sort of grief and sadness, the fact that the stupid, ridiculous, and insensitive editors would advertise their newspaper within an article about Ryuzaki made Light horribly angry and infuriated. And why the fuck did they have to used the word "fish?" Ryuzaki was not to be compared to anything of the ocean. Sure he was animal-like but a fish? No. More a lemur. A ring-tailed lemur. He put the clipping down and continued thinking for minute. He raised his coffee and toasted to Ryuzaki.

"Here's to you, Ryuzaki, for making my life all the more interesting and miserable."

He then proceeded to take a sip and, suddenly, raised the cup higher to throw it hard against the other side of the den. His fists were clenched and his teeth were chattering; he was seething inside.

Author's Note: So I'm very new to writing on Fan Fiction and like any new writer, I need lots of help perfecting my language and writing style. Please do review so that I can improve and, obviously, continuation of this story is based on reviews I get. Thanks!

~Imaginethwrldisurs