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 reader requested that I do a Light POV for Minori's 'growing up' chapter, and while this isn't exactly what I promised, it does include elements from the last chapter as well. So enjoy & as always, thank you for your kind comments!

Chapter Ten : Interlude : Obstacles

When his mother had announced the new arrival soon to be joining their family, five-year-old Light had been less than enthusiastic. He'd seen enough infants to know that they were loud, obnoxious, attention gluttens. But more importantly, they eventually grew out of their squirming larva stage to instead become human beings—and that was the problem. He didn't want a new brother or sister. Minori was all he needed—and Light didn't like to share. While he had many positive qualities, he'd always been fiercely possessive. Of his books—of his time—of his sister. He guarded all three with determined vigilance—the latter most of all. No. Unacceptable. A sibling would doubtlessly get in the way. His father was already an obstacle. A small one, yes, but an obstacle all the same. Demanding Light occupy a bedroom separate from his twin; and pulling him away from Minori when he'd only just accomplished pinning her in a game of wrestling. Dad warned that he might injure her; but that notion alone was ridiculous.

Unfortunately, like most other hinderances at that age, Light was unable to do much besides sit back and wait for his competition to be born. He was only slightly relieved when it turned out to be a girl. A least a sister he'd have less trouble tackling into compliancy.

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It took almost a full year for Light to decide that as far as siblings go, Sayu was tolerable. Nonetheless, he still didn't welcome the amount of time Minori wasted coddling her.

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School was tiresome. He was ahead of his peers in most subjects which made day to day activities dry; and Minori didn't attend many of the same classes due to her persistence at playing mediocre. Light had yet to breach that topic with his twin—maybe he wouldn't ever. Or perhaps he'd keep it in his back pocket for a rainy day. The young genius always did like to plan ahead.

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Junior High was an entirely different playing field altogether. Light quickly gathered a reputation for all the positive attention he brought to the academy. Students who might have once flocked to him now kept a respectful distance unless otherwise instructed. Minori was the single constant in his life—both in and outside school. While she maintained a perfect average—coasting right between the polar extremes of Classes A and C—Light made certain to occupy every given minute of her free time available. She'd become a fixation—without her nearby there was an empty space that Light never felt worth dwelling on past the inclination it motivated to locate Minori.

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Something Light had begun to observe: while the eyes of his female classmates had never wandered too far from himself, the thirteen-year old had begun noticing the his male classmates exhibiting the same behavior…only directed towards his sister. An oversight he'd indubitably have to handle.

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The girls that Minori brought by the house were foolish, tittering imbeciles. After the Kurosawa incident, Light had been certain to allow her more time alone with her female friends until the tennis season came to a close. Friendship was a difficult concept for Light to grasp, as he'd never felt a similar inclination to find ones of his own. While he remained friendly with practically everyone within his circles, beyond the occasional exchange or the passing flirtation, Light had no purpose for others. He resolved that it was just another characteristic that set him apart from his twin.

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It was during a spontaneous trip through the artisan's market that Light first realized. Perhaps it was the lovely blue sundress she'd selected for the day or the smile she'd flashed him several times whilst retelling an amusing story—Whether it was all those things or none, Light spent the rest of the night mulling over the same conundrum. When had Minori become beautiful?

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It was a sign—he was sure of it. A sign validating what Light had known his whole life. He was meant for more. Beyond academic success or a bright future with the Japanese Police Force. Light Yagami was meant for greatness, and the means to achieve said greatness had literally fallen at his feet the day he found the Death Note. A notebook of death—a weapon of mass destruction but also his gateway to a perfect world. A world without war or crime. A place hardworking people could lead peaceful lives without fear of being threatened by the menaces of society. It had always been an idea Light fostered; one he'd never dreamed would come to fruition. But God—no—a shinigami had seen fit to deliver an instrument so powerful, so detrimental, in just a few short years, Light could achieve his vision. Light Yagami would become the god of a new world.

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Two months. That's all it had taken for the world to recognize Kira as a force to be reckoned with. And while many would doubtlessly try, nobody could hope to stand against him. Everything was falling into place; going according to plan. Well, almost everything.

There was, one complication. Minori. Over time, Light had become too comfortable with her façade. It no longer registered to him on a baser-level that she was a potential threat. He'd been stupid not to factor her into the original equation—thankfully Light had caught himself before slipping up. He doubted that Minori surmised anything quite yet; her attitude hadn't changed drastically, but then she'd always been a spectacular actress. So much so, that the conversation they'd shared that previous afternoon had set Light's nerves completely on edge. He was likely overreacting…there were no lies for her to peer through and no clues for her to follow. But the fact that Minori—who was so sharp and so clever—was seriously deliberating Kira's methods of murder (despite her scapegoat theory), it troubled him. He'd have to be far more cautious in the future. Light had allowed himself to fall for the same trick she'd played on just about everyone else—regardless of the fact that he'd seen it coming.

And then there was Ryuk, who had always behaved a bit peculiarly whenever Minori was nearby. It didn't help that the moment 'Kira' was brought up, Ryuk had instantaneously burst into insane laughter. And in his usual unhelpful manner, the god of death had refused to divulge his reasoning upon further interrogation. Light figured that it was highly probable that Ryuk just enjoyed watching his human retainer sweat…or less probable, that he knew something concerning Minori that Light didn't. And if that was the case—

Light stilled his pen long enough to glare at his dark companion. Damn, shinigami.

AN: *Grumble* I don't like this chapter. Whatevs. Just for the fun of it, leave a review. Let me know what you think ;)