Disclaimer: Note that none of these characters belong to me. I an merely borrowing them for use in the fanfic.

Note: This story will contain Yaoi/Shounen-Ai.

Another Note: I'm really horrible at writing humor. If you have any suggestions, PLEASE, don't hesitate to leave them in a review or message!

Day 15

Nothing interesting.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Light lay on the floor, rubbing the tip of his index finger on the floor, seeming a bit disappointed. But about what? The boredom, of course. Nothing interesting had happened in the past five days. Nothing at all. Usami had proved to be a bit entertaining, telling a great deal of amusing stories from the past.

At one point, Light had been told of a bet…over strawberries. Ten strawberries were at stake. All of the men were desperate to have them. And that's the just of it. Nothing more to say.

A bell sounded. A high, ringing pitch that stung Light's ears, giving him a slight headache. This perpetual noise continued for a few minutes, finally releasing to what seemed to be an intercom.

"As many of you know, we have been constructing a Prison Yard recently. It is with great pleasure I announce that the yard is finished. There will be set times in which you will all be free to go out into the yard to interact a bit more."

A Prison Yard, huh? Unusual, especially in Japan.

The bell rung again.

How he hated that bell.

Automatically, the doors opened. Prisoners flooded down the halls, following red arrows that obviously lead to the yard. It was very loud. Hundreds of voices rung in Light's ears, causing his previously existing headache to evolve into a migraine. He didn't bode well with noise.

The open sun outside didn't do much for his head either. Instead, he squinted, trying to block out as much of the blinding light as possible. Being so accustomed to the dark, drabness of the prison cells, Light suddenly found he despised the sun. It hurt.

Bodies bumped and slammed into one another, pushing the smaller and weaker out of the way, desperate to get into the yard. A large man openly pushed Light to the side, causing him to fall into Usami. Usami turned to look at Light, who had quickly gathered himself. He didn't take well to being insulted in any way. Being pushed out of the way like a ragged mutt was insulting.

Finally, the crowd had dispersed slightly. The prisoners were quickly interacting and making new friends as well as enemies. Rivals, in Kira's case. He had immediately sauntered to the man that had shoved him, and tapped his shoulder. A smug grin on his face, Light had instantly attempted to anger the man. It worked.

The sight of his face, a beat red, practically boiling with anger, was very amusing. This was more fun that Kira had had in weeks. A fist swished over his head as he ducked out of the way. He heard the air shatter in its wake. A smug grin on his face, both hands intertwined behind his back, Kira popped back up to full height. Just the sight of Kira's calmness angered the man even more. Another swing. Another miss. The man, he was sure of it, had popped a few veins in his face, causing the surface to take on an even more red appearance. If that was even possible.

Kira finally decided to come back with a blow of his own. He used his momentum from dodging, and swung around, curling his hand into a fist. With all his strength, the fist connected with his opponent's face. Simultaneous with the hit, the base of one of Kira's fingers practically screamed. It was as if someone had lit fire to it.

Worse.

Maybe.

Kira showed no sign of the agony was dancing across his hand. He squeezed one eye shut, and sucked up the pain, ignoring it. In his dawdling, the man's own fist nearly made a hit. He leaned back just in time. The air made a 'swoosh' sound as the balled hand broke through it. He lunged forward again, again making contact with his opponent's face. The blow wasn't as hard, considering he was using his good hand. Even so, the man's nose made a repulsive slurping sound upon coming into contact with Kira's fist. He screamed in pain and grabbed the mutilated feature, stumbling backward. A formidable crowd had gathered around the fight area, and guards watched in horror from the balconies above. There was much encouragement for either side, some screaming for Kira, in the name of Light, and others cheering on his opponent.

"Yagami! Yagami! Yagami!" They cheered rather loudly, drowning out the angry shouts of the guards.

Kira laughed cruelly, stepping backward, closing is eyes. In his stupidity, he was unaware of the man's quick recovery. A fist slammed into his cheek bone, causing him to stumble backwards. He held a hand to his already swelling cheek, and stared at his opponent, surprised. The man was smirking back at him, obviously proud for making his first hit. Kira took this opportunity to lunge forward and attempt to throw a punch of his own, but his opponent stepped backwards, and Kira nearly fell forward. The larger man brought a heel down on his back, proving to be nimbler than thought possible. Kira landed on his stomach, and the man grabbed his left arm, then bringing it and the right around to hold both behind his back.

Frustrated, Kira hissed, his injured cheek pressed hard against the hard soil that made the yard's ground. He growled indignantly, agitated by his loss. It made him realize, without the Death Note, he was nothing.

Powerless.

Weak.

A pathetic, pitiful God unless equipped by the little black book.

Kira hissed again, feeling the man's weight on his back. His former opponent was standing on him, only demeaning him further. Defeated, Kira closed his eyes and sighed. The crowd was mumbling around him. Two guards stepped near his head, and suddenly, the weight that was previously bearing down on him was released. Then, Kira was grabbed by the arm, causing a resounding throb in his mangled hand. Yanked to his feet by a guard, he noticed immediately his offender, being held back by two other guards, struggling and writhing, attempting futiley to get at him again.

Kira stuck out his tongue.

The guard slapped him.

He sulked.

The guard glared at him. An angry, disgraceful look, telling of disrespect beyond words. How dare they treat their God like this! But without the Death Note, he wasn't much of a God…

Sitting in his cell like a mutt being punished, Light grumbled angrily, frustrated at his defeat, but even more so at the punishment. No Prison Yard unless supervised carefully. It wasn't his fault, either. The other man had thrown the first punch. Light had only angered him. Still, it wasn't fair that he be punished with a long life inside whereas the other was only placed in solitary confinement for a week, then let back outside. It wasn't fair.

Fair.

When were things ever fair in prison?

Never.

Light stared at the ceiling as the sun set. Blood was splattered across the concrete surface, the setting sun casting an orange glow across the prison. It was hauntingly dull, nobody spoke, many falling asleep in their cells. The eerie sunset turned red, the light mixing with the blood on the ceiling. Light lay still, attempting to form shapes out of the blood. So far, he had forced a knife and a notebook out of the red marks. He had yet to find a pen. It was so dull in the prisons. Look at him. Trying to create a Death Note and pen out of bloodstains. Pathetic.

How he wanted his life back. Life as Kira. Life with L, back in HQ.

No, not with L. Never again with that bastard.

Never again.

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