STORY SUMMARY: Being reborn into a Japanese story was bad enough. Being reborn as the twin sister to a certain notorious mass murderer, was another thing entirely. Told in a series of drabbles. Warning: Mild incest themes.
Rating: T (Subject to change)
GENERAL DISCLAIMER: It's not my sandbox. I'm just playing in it.
AN: A second chapter in one day? Don't worry, I'm just as shocked as you are. I wasn't planning on posting this until tomorrow, but my home town just got a HUGE blizzard and my Wifi has been acting sketchy-so just in case my power goes out, here 'ya go!
Chapter Six : Interlude : Contender
It was common knowledge that Light Yagami hated to lose. He hated it and he wasn't good at it. If ever he found an activity worth his time, he'd obsessively pursue it until he was the very best. So there should be no surprise that the easiest way to motivate the young genius was to present him with a challenge.
When his teachers had applied this technique to get him into tennis; he'd won the Junior High Championship twice, consecutively. This year would inevitably be his third.
When his mother had used it to get him more involved with languages; he'd studied English in his free time until his accent was near perfection. (It mildly annoyed him that his sister's was still better.)
Light knew Minori hadn't intended to evoke any such reaction from him when she'd brought home that boy from Class 2-B, but just like all the preceding challenges, it aroused a torrid fire within his stomach. They were just study partners. It seemed reasonable that she would find one since he'd become increasingly more preoccupied by tennis. But he also knew she didn't need one. No matter what Minori lead others to believe, she didn't require extra help solving quadratic equations or any of those other fibs she spouted off to their parental unit. No—his sister didn't need the assistance; so why then was she bringing Tadao Kurosawa by the house every Tuesday night? What was her motive? It took some thinking, but Light eventually concluded that the appeal for her was in having a friend. Minori was lonely. Why else would she seek companionship outside of himself? When spring sports had started up again their routine had been disrupted.
Though the twins still walked together in the mornings, and ate together during breaks; recently their time alone had been drastically cut short. Of course she'd strive to find company elsewhere—Light couldn't fault her for that. But that didn't mean he liked it either. In fact, he felt the exact opposite of like towards the weasel-nosed love-struck moron currently monopolizing all of Minori's attention. This was a complication he hadn't predicted arising. He hadn't been attentive enough—he'd allowed himself to become distracted—a mistake Light wasn't eager to repeat. No chance was he losing his place beside Minori to some low-rate nobody.
So, it was during the third year Awards Ceremony that Light Yagami, Junior High Champion and most prospective athlete of the year, announced his intention to give up competitive playing and hang up his racket for good.
AN: Yeah, I said I wasn't going to do these too frequently.. but screw it. I lied. Review please!