A/N: Yeah, I know I said I'd update way earlier than this, but...truthfully, I'm just out of excuses. I'm a lazy guy and fanfiction does not seem to want me to log in (stupid word captures). Anyways, here's to the third chapter!

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Light Generation

Chapter 3


He hated his name, more than anything else. There might have been a time when he was proud of bearing a name like that, but that had been only a short time to acknowledge it from ever happening.

The earliest memory he had of his father was when he explained to his son how great his name was.

"You are destined for greater things, son. It had been decided the moment I named you after your Ojii-san. He had done great things. He was perfect. Live up to his name, and someday, you will be great yourself."

He felt a great amount of pride back then, as he swore to his father that he would definitely do his best.

He enjoyed those moments with his father. It always captivated him how his father talks, how he smiled only for his son. Although, his father would mostly give stories about his grandfather, he would tell it with great vigor, in a way that interested him, and he would enjoy every moment of it. It was not long until he knew everything he had to know about his Ojii-san, everything he did, every life he changed. His father would tell him so vibrantly, so passionately that he was convinced that his grandfather was a hero. If by the way his father talks about him, he should be.

He loved his father so much, trusted every word he said that he believed in all those stories, and cherished every moment they would spend just sitting there, laughing cheerfully and reliving his grandfather's adventures. He loved his father so much that he held on to these stories like his life, carefully placed in the depths of his heart, as if it was a very powerful secret, like the greatest secrets in the world people had searched everywhere for, like it was a way of life.

He was not aware then, that all of those beliefs would crumble the moment he stepped out of his home. In the beginning, he had fought for it, contradicting every bad insult they throw at his grandfather that he would often go home badly bruised. But after a while, he could not keep up with it, not when the facts keep taunting him in the face. As much as he would want to hold on to his father's stories, reality pushes him so hard, that the very image of his perfect grandfather crumbled apart.

It was like he had another, different grandfather, far from what his father had always adored, that his father was true in saying all of those magnificent things about the hero his Ojii-san was, and that it was another person people were associating with those horrible, heinous deeds. However, every theory leads to the same grandfather, who he shared his name with, and every evidence point almost always to be the work of that Ojii-san, that he could not fight it anymore.

Soon, all of those fantastic images, those commendable and remarkable stories were replaced with the awful, dreadful truth, with heinous crimes and deceitful plans, all full of malice. The name he had once kept in honor had been soiled with disgrace, with humiliation, that he could not bear it anymore.

The name once associated with a brilliant man was destroyed by his relation with Kira. It did not take long for his name to be synonymous to Kira, the infamous, cold-blooded mass murderer, marked with shame, hated by everyone.

And so he hates it every time he hears his name, because in each mention of that name, those memories appear, even if he doesn't want to. He hated being reminded, that in the midst of all that has happened, he chose to believe the others instead of his own father, and he had let himself fall, failed in rising high and catching his father's dreams. Those thoughts haunt him, and the feeling of guilt never fails to visit him, whenever he hears that name, especially when it was his father who was calling.

Because deep in his heart he was still wishing that what his father said was the truth, even when the facts say otherwise.


"What just happened?!"

Light exclaimed, finally getting a hold of himself upon witnessing that unfold. He looked at the boy expectantly, wanting answers. Unfortunately, the boy was just as clueless as he is.

"I don't know…" the boy admitted, looking defeated. He had racked his brains for answers too, mind working double time for the first time in a while. "The moment I grabbed your Death note, it started moving on its own."

Light examined his Death note once again, still not believing what he saw. Sure, he could attest to writing the names on the first few pages, but he could swear that he didn't write any of the names in the succeeding pages, even if majority of it appear to be in his own handwriting. This could not be possible…but then again, to an ordinary man, the mere existence of a notebook of death is far from believable, and yet he accepted the concept. Surely there is something that can explain all of this…

"It must be me", the boy concluded. "I may have triggered this. Upon first contact of it from your time."

Raito nodded. So they were thinking of the same thing, then.

"This was what it looked like in my time" he explained. The note was considerably old and battered, with majority of its pages already used. He turned the pages to a specific place in the notebook, and showed it to Raito.

"This must explain why Tailor acted like that." Raito examined the page, and was shocked at what he saw.

Occupying the whole page contained Lind L. Tailor's name, unmistakably in his handwriting, and guessed that it was written out of rage. However, at the bottom part of the note, written by somebody else, was what he determined to be the details of death, but he could tell that it was written much, much later.

"Who wrote this?" He asked, a little confused.

"I did", came the boy's reply, and it confirmed Raito's suspicions.

"But it was a long time ago, in the future. It was just for fun. Nothing would have happened anyway. He was dead long before my time", he continued wistfully.

Resisting the temptation to ask why the hell he would do such a stupid thing, he flipped another page, and noticed the boy's handwriting again.

"Thinking about it, the note reacted when I tried to stop you, it was only then that it got strange like that." The boy thought loudly. Raito was busy reading the neat scrawl on the page and listened half-heartedly. "In any case, L must already have confirmed that you are living in Kanto."

"Hey, Meguru" Raito said, addressing him in what he already knew to be his fake name. He had no choice anyway. "I'll just ask you a question."

The boy nodded.

"Why did you write one of my father's colleagues' name in the death note?"

Meguru blushed, realizing that Raito had read what he had written before. On the Death note read, in clear letters:

Touta Matsuda--Suicide

Upon the broadcast of Lind L. Tailor, intentionally airs the video worldwide without the knowledge of anyone. Dies 30 minutes after finishing his task by shooting himself.

"I can explain", was all he said, looking down on the floor for the first time.


Another day, another time miserably spent. He could count many different ways he could have lived his life. Which is why he hated his life right now.

He had been living like hell as far as he could remember. He was starting to think that, like royalties born to have the grand life, he was, as what they say, the Prince of Bad Luck, born to live each misery this life could offer.

It may not even be his fault at all, he tried so hard not to bother anyone, but they do it anyway. It was hopeless, as what he'd realized just now. He was doomed to this pathetic existence.

Sometimes, he'd wonder if his father ever experienced anything similar to this, which is highly likely. That seems to be the trend right now, if you're born as a Yagami. He was, after all, the grandson of the rumored Kira, and even though he had changed his name (unofficially) years back, people still find ways to discover that his name is in fact Yagami Raito.

That name alone can cause several heart attacks, in this time, the very name his grandfather had, and which through his father's decision, became his own name as well.

Although, his father never envisioned his son to be facing a lot of problems with that name. In fact, to give him justice, without the anti-Kira group ever existing, the name could be considered highly appropriate.

Just as his Obaa-chan mentioned countless times before, he did look like him, a lot. Brown hair, which he had concluded to be a recessive gene, given his all black-haired family, rosy-white skin, soft lips, and as his Obaa-chan had vouched over and over again, his eyes. If not for his thin, weak-looking stature, which had only developed (or not developed, to put it correctly) in his later years, he would have looked exactly like the Raito Yagami when he was his age. He even saw his many pictures to confirm that.

The problem was the 'leak' that happened sometime ago, when he was still starting school. That pretty much ruined any bright future he could have been dreaming, as he was branded for life as the grandson of Kira, and while years ago this might have caused everyone to fear him, times have changed drastically, that instead of fear, anger has been cultivated against Kira, or anyone related to him. To say that anyone discovered to have any connection to Kira at all was doomed was an understatement.

It was just his luck to be born in this era, in that family. But then, his luck was never any good to begin with.

It was then that he began to realize that rubbing his eyes violently will do not good at all, as it only made his eyes worse. What was he even thinking trying not to cry like that? Everyone knew he was a crybaby anyway, there's no use damaging his eyes in an attempt to stop his tears.

He continued walking wearily until he reached the fountain in their local park, and hastily took his towel. Resisting the urge to wince, he started cleaning his face, and his freshly made wounds.

"It would be impossible to hide this", he thought sadly, giving up any attempt to cover it. Besides, he's been getting this treatment everyday that it could be considered permanent, just a part of his body and nothing else. For all he knew, they already discovered it long ago. But still, it saddened him whenever they gave him that face.

"Guess I won't visit them today." He sighed.

It would be the best thing to do, since he couldn't bear to see the disappointed look in their faces when they discover him get involved in a fight again, or bullied, for that matter. It didn't matter which one they thought, because at the end of the day, the weight of shame either of it brought was just as unbearable. And, not matter how much he would have wanted to see his father and grandmother everyday, today just won't do, and he just had to deal with it. The best course of action would be to just go home early, and maybe these wounds would heal faster.

He went home sulking, almost dragging his feet as he walked, not noticing anything on the way. That is, until he was nearly ran over by a four-wheeler truck, that one shook his nerves back. Apologizing weakly to the cursing driver, he decided to delay his sulking until he got home and pay more attention to the street.

And that was when he saw it. As the driver's curses finally stopped, speeding off again in the corner, he saw—not far from where he was standing, something falling from the sky, and being the curious boy that he was, he hurriedly ran off to where it fell.


"You better have a really good explanation. I am rarely convinced. Any inconsistency will get you into trouble." Raito pleasantly reminded the boy and the boy gulped, understanding what his circumstances were at the moment.

"Okay, but just so you know, I have yet to have any good explanation regarding what happened in the last couple of minutes or so. I have an idea, but I'm still not sure about it, so your guess is as good as mine."

Raito nodded. He also couldn't explain what happened just a few minutes ago, but those things can wait.

"I have two important things I have to tell you first, one of it is, you see…the name I gave you earlier…"

"Is fake", interrupted Raito, and the boy's face confirmed it. "What is your name then?", he continued, ignoring the surprised look on the boy's face.

"But I have a reason for not telling", he defended. "It's difficult to explain."

"Don't tell me that if you say your real name, the future will somehow get messed up, and you'll simply vanish out of thin air, risking your whole existence." Raito said mockingly.

"Yes, that's exactly what I was afraid of. Thank you for putting it in blunt words", the boy said sarcastically, and Raito smirked.

"The truth is, I was afraid that you wouldn't believe me, and that things will get complicated. I have to convince you to stop and listen to me for a while. But seeing that the man is dead, I find it useless to hide my identity anymore."

Raito didn't speak, but instead stared questioningly at the boy. He was surprised that the kid could be that talkative. Not to mention, he was able to bounce off Raito's insults easily.

"Why did you think I won't believe you?" Raito easily asked.

"Because you are hardly convinced, and you only believe something if it can be proven."

"…How did you know?…"

"I hear it all the time from my Obaa-chan."

"Wha…"

"I'm your future grandson, and my real name is Raito Yagami."

The older Raito almost flinched, as he examined the boy. He looked serious, and something in his eyes told him that he was telling the truth.

"We share the same name", he blankly acknowledged.

"That's right!" The boy said excitedly. "I was my father's idea, you see. He admired you a lot. But I've long changed it to Meguru, and you can still call me that."

"Are you really my grandson…" Raito asked in the same blank tone, looking apprehensive. But if that's the case, then that boy's father who admired him a lot was his…

"Then who is this Obaa-chan you're talking about?" Raito's interest was piqued just then.

"It's not who you think. If you're curious of your future wife's identity, then I'm sorry to disappoint you. I've never heard of that Obaa-san at all. The Obaa-chan I'm talking about is your sister, Sayu."

This is getting complicated. If this boy's Obaa-chan is Sayu, then how did he fit into the picture? Unless…

"I'm sorry if it's all confusing you, but there is another important thing that you need to understand. It's not really complicated but…"

"Don't take me lightly", Raito demanded. "You can tell me anything, I can handle it."

The boy assessed the situation carefully, and made up his mind.

"If you say so", he murmured. "In the future, long before I was born, you were exposed as Kira and died miserably in front of your enemies."

A heavy silence followed, and Raito felt as if the world suddenly became black. He could not hear anything but the loud, frantic beating of his heart.

"I…died…!?"


Meguru had been keeping this strange, black notebook for three days now, and somehow, he could feel something mysterious radiating from it. Had it been a typical notebook, he would have made it into something useful now, like a journal for his numerous formulas and theories, or maybe a diary.

Although, he was not the type to write in diaries, he was considering having one for a change. It may even relieve some of his stress, which truth be told, had been building up on him these past few days. He hasn't even visited both his father and grandmother ever since he got the notebook, and while the bruises from that day were gone, a new set of wounds were found in its place, not that he even cared about that now.

He couldn't really explain, but he could swear that the note has some sort of aura that makes him want to write on it for some reason, and he found himself always looking at it, as if it was inviting him…

But he always manages to ignore it. He had a lot of things to do, anyway. It's not like he had time to waste, not when the hospital bills are increasing, and his father's condition getting worse. He's working to his death, and when he got home, he could barely lift a finger, and would go directly to sleep. Not to mention that he had a lot of homework to do, too, and he couldn't slack off on his studies. He has a scholarship status to maintain, in order to afford going to school. He couldn't give up on his dream, after all.

However, on this particular day, he felt a strong desire to write in the notebook that he was beginning to think that it might actually have mystical powers. He had been dismissing the idea as a product of his wild imagination until now, when he could swear that the note is egging him on.

He closed his eyes and sighed, feeling stupid for even having ideas like that, and was about to dismiss it at hunger, but that thought vanished completely when he opened his eyes.

"Woooaaaahhh!!" He half-screamed, falling off his bed and crashing hard on the floor.

Right in front of his eyes, a dark, evil-looking creature was looking back at him.

"Aaaahhh…!", he screamed again, louder than before, until he noticed the figure chuckling quietly. He stopped screaming, and instead looked at his daunting visitor curiously, his body violently shaking.

"Interesting how you would be scared like that, considering how serious you looked when you're staring at my notebook", the creature commented lightly. "I take it that you've already established that this is not an ordinary notebook?"

The form got closer to the note on his desk, and picked it up, examining every inch of it.

"W-wha…wh-what are you?" Meguru stuttered out, and nearly regretted saying that when he saw the (deadly) offended look the creature was giving.

"I am a shinigami", the annoyed creature said.

"Sh-shini…gami", the boy dumbly repeated. "I th-thought they weren't real".

He just carelessly blurted it out, and cursed himself for not thinking. He was practically signing his own death sentence by saying that. Thankfully, the 'shinigami' was patient.

"Shinigami are real, Meguru. Although, with my abilities, I am technically of a higher class than that. I suppose you can call me death."

Silence.

"H-how did you know my name?"

"That's quite a stupid question, isn't it?" The shinigami commented in mocking tones.

"I am a death god, after all. I get to know any human's name."

Meguru only whimpered.

"That's my notebook, over there, but I don't need it anymore. It seems that you have grown fond of it over the days. Do you want it?"

"I…I don't need it", he managed to say. The death god laughed.

"You are such an interesting human", he said, after a few moments of laughter. "I guess you don't want anything associated with me in the first place. But Meguru, just as you thought, this note has a very special power."

Meguru just stared at him in fear.

"It can kill any human you want."


A/N: Hello everyone!! (dodges thrown objects directed at her) Yeah, well...I can only blame my laziness. Lately I'm just slacking off, I've only finished just one chapter in like a month...I don't know, I'm just not so inspired anymore...But! That won't ever be an excuse to discontinue something I've started. This chapter was quite long, by the way...if you're one of the people who've patiently read every word in this fic, thank you very much. I appreciate it, really. The length of this chapter is hopefully something that can make up for my long absence...and!...ah...my soon to be declining updates starting next week.

But that's because I have a job now (hurray for me), and truthfully, I think I'll find it harder to take the time and write a chapter in periods shorter than a month...and the audit season is fast approaching...which would make me an exhausted person, really. So please be patient.

But!...(yeah, I seem to use that word a lot of times now) Nine Months Due readers should not fear the sudden turn of events, as I have successfully written the next chapter and will update within the week...although, I really need insights from my dear readers on this one. (Please check the bottom of this page as to what.) Unfortunately, I have to apologize for my 'Right Hand Man' readers, as I will not update it any further until I finish Light Generation (which will take a while)

Please review, everyone! I have not edited this chapter at all, so there may be typos or grammar errors, don't hesitate to point that out. And thanks for the support, guys!

Regarding Nine Months Due:

As any NMD reader knows, the story features Light being pregnant...and...yeah. I admit that that's the main part I'm having trouble with. The fact is, though I've seen a lot of my family members get pregnant over the years, I'm still a total noob at it, and therefore I don't know what to expect. Like what do people feel during the first three months? and stuff. Anyone willing to inform me on this issue may do so in a private message or review. Suggestions on what would happen during Light's pregnancy are also welcome...Suggestions on any of my fanfics are also more than welcome.

Offers on beta-ing are also welcome, especially for this fic (Light Generation) and 9 mos Due, just PM me if interested. I'd very much prefer someone who can help me improve the plot and give really helpful criticism, and...ahem!...character development (coz I suck at it). My beta will have the privilege to read my stories earlier (they really need to), as well as get the idea of the plot and such. Don't hesitate to PM me if you're interested.

Yeah...this has gotten so long. Review everyone!!