MELLOS NOTE CHAPTER 4

Matt grumbled and sniffed in his sleep; he had probably smelt the slight smoke in his subconsciousness. I would protect him with all my might, no matter what I had to do, Matt (and maybe Near if I felt like it, he was such an annoying child) will be under my protection. Kira… Shinigami, you will be taken care of!

A/N: I have noticed that Light never showed any sexual interest for anyone… or honestly romantic, so I will be making him asexual. Him wanting a close relationship before possibly going further. It won't be that large of a thing in the story, no more than any other sexuality, other than self discovery.

Weeks went past in the world. Mello worked like usual to top Near, totally not in a sexual way, and Matt followed Mello around eating his chocolate while not even trying that hard to get good grades. Grades never mattered to the game loving genius, only Mello´s safety did… and games, game lives matter.

Mello never got an answer to his e-mail and he could not help but worry if the damn monster that transported him back decided on a whim to leave Light behind just to mess with him. It could very well be the case.

Meanwhile in Japan, Light Yagami have had a nagging feeling something would happen soon. He just felt something would arrive, something important. Maybe it will liven up his life some? He was desperate for some entertainment.

While Sayu was fun to have around, she got tiring very easily. She always wanted him to do her homework for her since "her brilliant mind should not do such demeaning tasks as homework".

Light knew she was smart, but she seriously needed to do her own homework damn it! While he understood that school never got her best qualities forth since they drew every student under the same comb, she could not just make him do everything without some bribery!

A/n: you have no idea how painful it is to lose the best and most detailed part of a chapter, because your teacher wants you to put the screen down (F U), or the writing program does not save no matter how many times you hit "save". The rest here was supposed to be filled with puns and references, but. It most likely won't be in its former glory. Who am I kidding I am dead on the inside after hours of hard work disappears to the nether?

Days came and went, and Light felt like the special day would come. He could feel it in his bones. His skin was almost itchy, and the days almost felt duller for each second without action, it all just droned on. The days were almost painful, the dinners felt like a kick in the genitals for Light, and the mornings bore false hope of entertainment. School in itself sucked out his soul and leftover joy in its own special way. And yet the politicians can´t fathom why the suicide rate was high for young adults. Light found them to be idiots.

Some would probably say Light summarized High School and everything after, but Light prided himself in having other reasons to loathe school rather than the usual complaints his peers had. He was above feeling useless and bored at school, or so he thought until he knew that there could be something interesting happening any second outside of the prison borders.

*the time skip of laziness*

Light was in class somewhat laying over his desk in a way that resembled a corpse. He felt exhausted and was ready to do just about anything to be released of this repetitive and dull life he was being forcefully dragged through.

The last few days he had begun questioning his goals, dreams, opportunities and existence. He reckoned he would be a philosopher by the time he was free of the clutches of school. Sayu had at yesterday's dinner joked about him growing out a beard and he honestly felt like he was getting older for each second in this hell hole.

Time slowed down as he laid there. Birds in the sky seemed to stay still mid air and the voices of his classmates and teacher faded into the background, like they were underwater, unimportant. White noise. Was there even place for him on this earth? Was there a need for him? Yes. No. Will he experience things other could dream about? Maybe.

A thin book fell down from the sky. Twirling hypnotizing through the small breeze at Light´s school campus, its pages ruffling as it hit the grassy ground. Why would a book fall from the skies? Was Light being called to become a prophet for some otherworldly being? That's what happened right? Magical signs to those who the gods seemed fit? Did God hear Lights call for salvation?

Light lays on his desk. He could hear the teacher asking him if he could translate some boring text not even his teacher cared about. Standing up he translated the forgettable line in good enough English with the most monotone voice in history.

Class went on. They were supposed to wright down open-minded poetry or quotes they liked.

I am Spirit, formless and free

Whatever I think, that will I be

And

There is no heaven or hell. No matter what you do while you´re alive, everybody goes to the same place once you die.

A nagging feeling probes his mind about heaven and hell, but honestly what is heaven if you can't have everyone you care about there, even if they are bad? What is to define hell? Isn't real life hell enough? That's what grandma Dusk always said. Late old grandmother Dusk.

Light honestly liked her, she wasn't technically family, she was only the old woman down the road that survived almost everything. However, she encouraged him to chase his dreams and let him draw to his heart's content when he was small, and his parents needed a babysitter.

The woman had been tall, with no hair on her body other than large white bushy eyebrows. She would wear clothes that looked sporty, but also like they were made out of her old curtains. She was more of a background character person, not wanting to be a large part in any big thing, but rather the grandmother of all children nearby.

Light speed walked to where he had seen the thin book fall and land. There were a couple other students, some airheaded girls who's only goal in life was to get laid (by Light most likely). It was decently silent in the courtyard, only a few gossipers "whispering" in the background.

The light brown hair on the teenager's head swished in the breeze as he eventually found the thin book on the ground. He stood there for a few seconds, simply studying the black notebook. It had an interesting font that spelled out "Death Note", a small strip of cloth that worked as a bookmark fluttered because of the breeze. Light felt an almost compulsive pull towards it. Was this magic? Was this truly what he was looking for?

The young genius gave in, for no genius could stand boredom for too long if they have the chance to end it. Intelligent minds need stimulation, and if that stimuli are taking a book that fell out of the sky then so be it.

Bending down he reached towards it. His fingers brushed against the leather cover and with a surge of strange excitement Light Yagami snapped the notebook up and straightened up.

The lethargic feeling from class came back like a slap to the face and his vision tunneled. Strange feelings broke through his mind it circulated and coursed. Sick joy, anger, fear, disgust. It all crashed into him. The whole experience was overbearing and frankly scary. Light could do nothing to stop his knees from bending underneath him, could do nothing to stop his eyes from closing as his mind shut down to drown in sudden feelings. The only thing he could feel, was his hand having a mind of its own and putting the notebook in his bag.

*timeskip*

"-ami. Mr. Yagami." Memories of sitting in his room writing down names flooded his mind. "Mr. Yagami can you hear me?" a large hand rested on the teens shoulder; it was warm. Light could feel paper underneath him; it was crunchy and whatever was underneath his head hurt.

He let out a groan.

The click of a pen was heard and the shuffle of shoes on floor. The brown-haired teen could feel cold light against his heavy eyelids. Light tried his best to shield his poor eyes from being blinded when he opened them to see where he was.

It was the infirmary and to his left was the tall hunchback of a nurse with the name Hong. To Hong´s right was the sporty trainee nurse with the name of Tangi-san. They were both looking at him, but Tangi was looking through the files to make sure they were up to date. Some of them clearly weren't.

Hong walked up to Light who was laying down on an examination bed. The office was decently large with tons of posters, some of the medical. Body charts and such, but others were medical memes and things about sexuality… well the standard ones Heterosexual, homosexual and bisexual. The two last ones pretty underrepresented and simple.

"Yagami-kun glad to see that you are awake. You are in the infirmary as you can see." He looked down on his clipboard that basically had nothing of importance on it yet, "I am going to have to ask you a few questions to make sure that you are okay. We haven't been able to contact your parents unfortunately." He actually looked sad about not being able to inform Lights parents.

Light shrugged as well as he could and turned his head more towards the nurse. "Sure Hong-san" Tangi ruffled through a drawer with her nimble hands taking out some latex gloves to give to Hong. Light was rarely in the office, so he was a bit surprised to see neither in them in any professional clothing other than a "uniform". A uniform that was a button up shirt with a blue caduceus on the chest over their heart… that's it.

The checkup went on calmly, there was no problem answering since he didn't know much about the whole thing himself. Light was instructed to stay in the office with them until school was done, since they hadn't gotten permission form his parents to let him go home. The school wouldn't allow a student that experienced fainting go home alone unless the parents consented. It was smart, but also annoying.

And so Light spent the rest of the day in an office watching online series with Hong and Tangi since nothing serious happened to other students that came by. For every 15 minutes Light would get a small burst of feelings and memories that felt foreign and still relatable. The notebook was almost in every one of them until it switched to a strange but attractive man that sat like a frog. It was unsettling and he began to think back to the email he had gotten some time back. Maybe…

He looked back at his bag that was in the corner of the office, in there was the notebook. He had checked up on it for a small second when the nurses set up the pc with some online series. The second time he touched it caused no reaction. The anime show about a magical pangolin wasn't enough to take his mind off the notebook.

*Timeskip since I am not here to write about magical Pangolins yet*

The walk home was anticlimactic. It was boring and Light couldn't help but feel disgust for humanity when the news broadcasts over the city screens listed off felonies that was committed under the short few hours he was at school. Somewhere the same news from the morning, others were completely new.

Light´s body felt heavy and weathered but his mind kept nagging him about the leather book in his bag with the ominous name. He sorted through what the book had shown him. Could he really become engrossed with a notebook? What was the other him writing down that furiously, fanfiction, drawings? Who was that attractive man and why did he sit so strangely? Why was Light even attracted to someone he had never met, he never got horny. He never got attracted to anyone he didn't know well either. What was going on, was this magic?

He closed in on his house having spent a lot longer time getting home than usual. It was already dark when he opened the door of his home. His mother materialized right in front of him the second he closed the door. "Light! Why are you home so late? I wanted to call you, but my phone fell to the floor and the screen got ruined. Are you hungry? Why do you look so pale?"

Sachiko Yagami buzzed around her son hands wiggling in anticipation for the test she knew her poor son had with him. Her eyebrows however were scrunched up in worry for her beloved baby. Light looked extremely tired, a few hairs strands a little loose and a gazed look was in his eyes. "Light let me relieve you of your things. Take a shower and eat dinner, your father came a few minutes ago and is just dropping off some things." The young genius just nodded tiredly and slipped off his shoes and beige dress coat that he hung up on a peg by the door.

The mother bounced a little on the balls of her feet and skipped into the living room taking out Lights test as she went. Sayu looked up from an anime on the TV to glance at the test her mother was gushing over. The youngest in the house could not help but feel a little bit jealous of how Lights efforts were always appreciated but how her good grades in art and music never stayed on the fridge for long compared to her brother's math results. A little appreciation was all she wanted from her parents, her brother´s impressed smiles at her projects and tests in the creative subjects just didn't feel the same to her. Sayu wanted some days to go back to the good old days where her parents didn't constantly compare her tests to Lights in a scolding way, not knowing how much it hurt.

In the bathroom in the second floor the young genius undressed after simply closing the door, remembering the Open-Door Policy in the house. He heated the water as far as it could go without burning himself, slipping in elegantly, taking a bottle of shampoo that a friend of his mothers had recommended to the brown-haired mother. Everyone in the house took from each other, they all stole things either to be annoying or because no one cared. Light preferred for example his mothers and sisters' products since they smelt nice and had a function beyond washing. He totally ignores any products his father uses to convince himself that he is The Man, The Manliest Man. Light honestly just wanted good results and those often came from the women's product.

He washed himself quickly, applying balsam (his sisters) too since he was no barbarian. The water his back as he bent over to study his legs, looking for any annoying hairs that might appear and rub annoyingly against his pants leg in the future. None, they had luckily not made a comeback since the previous morning.

Thoughts about the notebook filled his thoughts. His heart stopped for half a second as he remembered that his mother had his bag that contained the leather book. Gripping his slippery and hairless chest he took deep breaths. His mother never snooped around and would probably keep Sayu away since she knows how much Light hates people snooping in his schoolwork. She was only after his test that she knew was always placed in the outer pocket. Crisis averted because of dumb luck; he really was mentally tired.

Rinsing out the balsam he checked over once more that his whole body was clean before turning off the shower and turning around the small wall that somewhat separated the shower from the toilet and sink. The Yagami´s found out quickly that no one had the patience to wait in case someone was done showering if they had to go to the bathroom.

He used the glass viper and began removing extra water from the walls and floor to prevent future damage. It sometimes felt awkward to do it naked because of nonexistent breeze, but everyone in the house has walked in on someone showering with only a non-see-through wall between them, and then having the other just walking out. Awkwardness for other naked bodies were nonexistent.

The teen dried up before taking a towel around his waist to just take his stripped clothing into his room to take new ones. What would be the use of taking them on again to walk down the hallway?

Light bumped into his father on the way to his room. Sochiro Yagami looked tired but happy to see his son that always seemed distant. Not that Light didn't know that his father felt that way, it's just that he stopped caring after several let downs when his father was never there because of work. The two always switched between the relationship of colleagues and uncle-nephew with hint of parenting. "I have heard that your mom will make some magical dish again. We can maybe talk more later." It was strange to have the father in the house again after so many weeks of him only being there for a short time, the parents meeting each other when they could, often when Sayu and Light were at school.

The young genius smiled slightly, "Remember to tell me a little about work and how you have been." The father smiled slightly, "Of course, but only if you tell me about school." Before turning around to walk down the stairs to the kitchen. The young genius turned around as well to walk the last few meters to his room, feeling a slight bitter taste in his mouth. It is always about school. Never about me and my feelings. I know I asked him about his job, but I also wanted to know about him because I care. Why can't he pick up the signs?

The youngest male Yagami quickly found some clothes that he found comfortable, not caring anymore if it looked good or not. Making sure his hair looked good he walked downstairs in his house slippers.

Dinner was slightly awkward as it always was when Sochiro finally could get some break from his job to officially spend some quality time with his kids like others could. Sochiro looked ecstatic that he could be home and know that he could be there unless a catastrophe happens. Sachiko as always started the conversation after everyone had gotten a little bit into their meal and was open for talk.

"Light got full marks on his test again Sochiro, isn't that good?" The pair shared proud smiles before the father gave an approving nod at his son. Sochiro turned to his daughter, not noticing how she had a defeated look in the back of her eyes. No one but Light could tell. "How about you Sayu? Any good grades that I didn't hear about? I know it can often be forgotten when we talk over the phone." Sayu laughed in what sounded carefree but was more of a way for her to stall and find hope in her body for praise. It felt like a stab to Lights heart. "Ah I got the usual in most of the subjects-"Sochiro frowned slightly but wasn't too disappointed, knowing it was most likely the case, "Work a little harder my girl. I know you are smart."

Sayu never got to tell him or her mother about the perfect mark she got on her painting in arts class. Light caught her eye and opened his mouth, "Heard any good music recently dad?" Sochiro lit up and Sachiko mentally scrolled through her mental hit list.

The youngest in the house began speaking after the father had surged on about some music Matsuda-kun had played in the office. "Hey dad, my music teacher told me he liked the composition ideas I have for a new project we have with the media class that need music for their movie. Do you want to see later my plans?"

This caught some of the father's attention, "Why of course." Sayu grinned, "On one condition." Her smile dimished a little bit, "That you promise to utilize any way for you to up your grades in the important subjects."

Light and Sachiko could not help but wince a little at how insensitive it sounded, and Sochiro caught on. He immediately waved his hands a little in a stop motion as Sayu´s eyes literally turned dark. "Not that music and art isn't great as well it's just that I want you to aim for the subjects that can get you somewhere." His attempt at making it better just made the situation worse. Dinner went on decently quiet after that when Sayu said in a fake thankful voice "of course dad" to the oblivious Yagami.

Later that night after Light helped Sayu with her homework and watched how she showed him her music project. Sayu had decided that night to not show her father who began to catch on that she was still sad.

The genius opened his bag by his desk as he listens for any disturbance in his sisters' room in case he was needed. No sound other than the TV from the floor below was heard. In his hand was the notebook again.

He opened the notebook and indulged on one of the pages after lots of strange rules that he somehow recognized. One rule however struck him more than the others for some reason. "The person in possession of the Death Note is possessed by a god of death, its original owner, until they die."

Maybe the email from M wasn't that strange after all, something clearly was up since Shinigami's and murder notebooks wasn't exactly things you talked about every day.

"The person in possession of the Death Note is possessed by a god of death, its original owner, until they die." Chapter 4: Current of the Manga, How to Use It IV

Word count: 3679

Published: 2020

Note: Next time I won't listen to my Shinigami damned teacher. Losing half a chapter was more painful than breaking bones falling from a height. My school is closed because of the corona virus so I will be spending time to study on my own for exams, but also working on my fanfiction.