Ephemeris Silenti

' The Diary of the Dead '

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Memorandum: 'memory'

Everyone was a child once. This 'set' will focus on the childhood memories on several of the characters, and will be sprinkled throughout the year.

Thanks for all the new reviews, alerts, favourites, etc, and thanks, as always, to Annie, who takes care of my Latin issues.

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... Entry Twenty Eight – February 13th, 2009 ...

... Memorandum I ...

Light Yagami would always remember his first few years at school. He would look back on it and laugh of course, but there would always be tiny trickles of resentment. At the age he was now, people respected intelligence, adored it even...but it was not always like this. Soichiro and Sachiko had taught him all about letters and numbers, writing and arithmetic...and when he was younger, he hated them for it.

He was called a problem child, since he acted up in lessons, and refused to do the work. He refused it because it was so depressingly simple. In his childish head, it seemed stupid to do it all again, when he knew he could do it and his parents knew he could do it. His teachers used to sit him in the corner with the toys, and mutter about him to the other adults. For a bit, that was fine. He was just bored in th corner rather than bored at his desk.

Until the name-calling started. What started at 'retard' and 'loser' turned into 'nerd', 'teachers pet' and 'snob' when he finally did settle into doing work, if only to stop them calling him an idiot. He realised he couldn't win, and, more than depressing him, it irritated him. He wasn't one to rise to bullying, his lateral mentality said they would regret it one day.

And regret it they did. By the time he was fifteen he'd grown into a stunning young man, and with the intelligence he'd always had, and the natural charm he'd grown into, he quickly became intensely popular, and those that had bullied him became obscured in the shade. He had friends in all the right places, and excelled in almost everything he did.

Even when that thing became murder.

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Short and sweet. Light-love. :)

Philosopher's Queen

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