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Chapter 2
"Where am I?" you ask yourself.
Looking around, you see that you are inside a room, on a dingy bed.
Wearing a T-shirt and your boxers.
You get up, survey the room, as if for the first time.
In a corner, adjunct to a tacky dressing table, is a tiny space to hang up clothes.
Just a metal bar squashed between the wall and a ridiculously thin plank of plywood. Coat hangers, really cheap plastic things. Flyspeck thick upon almost everything.
You look some more. There's a key in a bowl. You grab it. The number four is on a plastic tag on it."
… a motel room.
You open the drawers of the dressing table and find nothing.
You...you simply wake up and are in a motel room.
The feeling that you could be here for the first time, but maybe you have been here longer. A week? A few months? Hard to tell.
You look around the room go to the window and pull the curtain away. You look out and see a tree and the rooms opposite your own. Not much more to see.
Well, you know that you are in a motel room and you know any number of things about yourself. But the daily odds and ends ... for those, notes are really necessary.
Then you see a message written on the back off your hand:
"REMEMBER Yoshirou Kaoru"
Yoshirou Kaoru had the same problem. He tried writing himself notes. Lots of notes. But he'd get confused. He had no real system.
You rub at the black writing.
At first it's a surprise that it does not even smudge.
Then you realise, of course it wouldn't smudge. It is a vital clue. It needs to stay permanently. No sense in confusing yourself. So you made it stay permanently. After all, you need a system, a working system, if you want everything to work flawlessly.
You inspect yourself more thoroughly. Notice your bare legs. There is a note taped to your right thigh with a handwritten message:
"SHAVE"
You pull the note off, studying it carefully.
Yagami Light sat on a chair, a Polaroid photograph in front of him. He couldn't discern anything on it, it was simply a black square with a white edging. The white bigger towards the bottom.
The back of a photo.
There were two messages:
"Don't belive his lies"
"He is the one"
Light turned the photo of Ryuzaki face down, took a pen and wrote another message beneath the two that were already there.
There was tense determination in every line of his body and his face as he wrote two words with sure strokes:
"KILL HIM" Ignoring the photo for a moment, he held the handgun which was lying on the dressing table in front of him and checked if it was loaded.
Wondering about it with a frown and squashing the thought immediately.
This was not the place to wonder about its existence in his life. Now was the time for actions. Too much thought would derail his course.
A course he was sure he plotted excessively and thoroughly. It would be foolish letting himself be swayed by such a detail.
His very being made sure that everything he did, was with a purpose. He just couldn't remember it at this point in time, that was all.
That didn't mean it wasn't there, that purpose.
Under all circumstances, he needed to follow his pre-plotted plan.
Because every action, newly planned, brought with it potential downfall. That was not acceptable, especially now.
After all, at the moment, he could miss essential facts, facts he would not have missed before his unfortunate accident.
But however regrettable that accident was, it was by no means going to stop him .
Every other person would have despaired, but he, himself, would triumph over the circumstances.
He was Yagami Light, he was blessed with extraordinary assets.
He would make good use of them.
His most prominent asset being his intellect.
Coming back from his thoughts, Light put the gun and the photo in his jacket pocket and slung the Polaroid camera over his shoulder and let it settle by his side.
He left room 04 with fast and sure strides. He was on his way to the motel's office, but short of entering it, he stopped himself, straightening his spine, he drew a few deep breaths and prepared himself.
Light entered the office, confident, smiling at the man behind the desk.
Ekiguchi Mikio smiled back.
„Hello" he greeted Light.
„Hello, I am Mr. Yagami from room 04."
"What can I do for you Light-san?"
Perplexed, Light replied: "I am sorry … um … ?"
"Mikio."
"Mikio-san, I'm not sure, but I may have asked you to hold my calls -"
"You don't know?" Mikio shook his head from side to side, with short jerky movements.
"I think I may have. I'm not good on the phone."
Nodding in affirmation, Mikio stated: "Yes, you said you like to look people in the eye when you talk to them. Don't you remember?"
"That's the thing. I have this condition." Light confessed with a self-deprecating chuckle.
"Condition?"
"I have no memory."
"You have amnesia?" Mikio questioned slightly doubting.
Light shook his head.
"No. It's different. I have no short-term memory. I know who I am and all about myself, but since an accident, I can't make any new memories. Everything fades. If we talk for too long, I'll forget how we started. I don't know if we've ever met before, and the next time I see you, I won't remember this conversation. So, if I seem strange or rude, that's probably..."
He noticed that Mikio was staring at him as if he were an exotic insect.
Inside he had a desparate urge to pummel the cretin into oblivion .
Outside a perfect mask was in place.
"I've told you this before, haven't I?" he asked with a charming smile.
Mikio nodded enthusiastically . "I don't mean to mess with you. Honest. It's just so weird. You don't remember me at all, and we talked a few times."
Raising his shoulders lightly up and down looking bored, Light shrugged.
"What's the last thing you remember?" the elder man questioned him captivated .
Light looked through Ekiguchi with unseeing eyes, thinking.
"My parents."
With a fascinated tone in his voice Mikio asked: "What's it like?"
"Like waking. Like you always just woke up."
"That must be bad. All... backwards."
Light raised his eyebrows in inquiry.
Shaking his head from side to side and narrowing his eyes, Ekiguchi leaned towards Light.
"Well, like ... you got a pretty good idea of what you're gonna do next, but no idea what you just did." he chuckled. "You could say, I'm the exact opposite. Only the other day I-"
Light's eyes sharpened and he focused on the other man.
"How long have I been here?" he interrupted.
"A couple of days."
"So you're holding my calls?"
"As requested by you."
Yagami Light reached into his pocket and pulled out his Polaroid. "Very well, but this guy here, is an exception."
He placed the Polaroid of Ryuzaki on the counter in front of the hotel clerk.
Mikio looked at it.
"Do you, by any chance know this guy?" Light inquired.
With a pursed mouth the other man told him: "He is your friend, right?" "
What makes you think he's my friend?" Light had a note of disbelieve in his voice.
"Seen you together, that's all."
Shaking his head, Light stated a fact. "He is not my friend, Ekiguchi-san. But if he calls, or if he turns up here, then you will give me a call, agreed?"
"Sure. If you want it that way. What's his name, Ryuzaki, right? And nobody else, just him, right?"
Dipping his head in acknowledgment Light echoed: "Ryuzaki, yes. And just this guy, nobody else."With his finger he indicated the Polaroid of Ryuzaki.
Changing the subject Light wanted to know: "Listen, I hope my condition won't be a problem for you."
"Not if you remember to pay your bill."Ekiguchi chuckeled.
Light smiled and reached into his wallet, his fingers rifled through the bills and handed some money to the slightly overweight, sweaty, middle-aged man behind the counter.
Ekiguchi Mikio took the money greedily and spotted something over the young man's shoulder.
Ekiguchi taped the Polaroid photograph which was sitting before him on the counter.
„That guy's here already."
Light picked up the photo and turned to see the messy haired guy named Ryuzaki approaching the glass door of the office.
A bell chimed as he scuffed inside the office.
"Light-kun."
AN: Please take the time to review and tell me your opinion. Is this story good/bad or too confusing? I need a little feedback on how I'm doing with this, and if you get what I want to tell you.I really don't know if I should continue. And thank you Carla.