Chapter 8: Goodbyes
Hey guys, I've been having some serious writer's block with this fic, so if you have any suggestions PLEASE tell me. After this chapter, I've completely lost the plot. I need a way for Beyond to get to Los Angeles and Light to get adopted by the Yagamis without crossing paths so the epilogue can go as I planned. Thanks!
Light, now twelve, sat on his cot and looked up at the ceiling.
"April, I've been meaning to talk to you."
The black-haired girl tramped down from the loft.
"What is it Light?" she asked.
"I've been thinking about our situation. I've been living under your roof for six years and I decided I'll be leaving. I don't want to be a freeloader anymore."
"What will you do? Where will you go?"
"I thought about this as well. I was thinking, since I'm an orphan and you pretty much raised me, I'll go to an orphanage or something." Light looked at her and smiled warmly. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I'd worry about your future. Think about yourself for a change."
"Are you sure you'll be okay? It's dangerous."
"I'm a Wammy's kid. I'm trained in Kung Fu."
"Before you leave, let me get you something."
April galumphed up the stairs and came down dangling a necklace from her forefinger. She placed the dog tag around his neck. The mahogany leather octagon was labeled "Light."
"It's for you," April explained. "I was originally going to give it to you when you turned thirteen, but since you're leaving, I didn't want you to miss your chance."
Light nodded. "Thank you. I'll never take it off. I promise."
This was a promise Light kept. He would still wear it under his shirt when he picked up the Death Note six years later, and then again after he died. It was the only piece of jewelry they found on the body.
As light left, April sighed, pulling out a pen and her journal. As she wrote the following entree:
Dear Journal,
Light left today. I knew this day was coming, I just didn't it would come so soon. I mean, all baby birds have to leave the nest, but I know I'm going to miss him. I know he's destined for great things, though. I hope he does something incredible, because he's certainly capable of it. I'm praying for him!
Thanks for listening,
April Lee-Lavoy
This was the last entree in my Aunt April's journal. Upon finding it, Near and I were able to decipher exactly what was going on and it helped us solve her case, but now isn't the time for that story.
Like I said before, I'm lost. Please help me!