Ayame awoke the next morning and met Light outside, just like she's done every morning for the past eleven years. He had an odd aura surrounding him, and it perturbed Ayame to no end.
"Light, are you okay?" She asked him, staring up at him.
"I'm fine." He retorted, giving her a smirk. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Light didn't smirk at her too often. He was acting overly confident today. She brushed a piece of her red hair out of her face and said nothing, focusing on the ground ahead of them.
Light was paying attention in class again. Ayame wasn't the only one that noticed, because the teacher called on him. "Yagami! Please recite this line for us." Light shrugged and stood up.
"Sure. Having finally made his dream a reality, he was overwhelmed. Both by the magnitude of his achievements, and by the joy and happiness that it brought him." Light finished and sat back down, and the teacher was beaming with pride.
"Fantastic, but that doesn't surprise me." He praised, and Ayame stuck her tongue out at Light when he turned to face her. He just chuckled at her antics and faced his own desk, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. When the class was finally dismissed, he turned to face Ayame once again.
"I can't study with you tonight. I need to help Sayu with her homework. She's having a hard time." Ayame puckered her lips in a frown, but she knew that he was only trying to be kind to his sister.
"Is she having trouble with math again? Poor girl. Besides, I can't take up all your time. I'm surprised that you're not sick of me by now!" Ayame joked, and Light gave her a look.
"Who said that I'm not sick of you?" The redhead scoffed and shoved his shoulder, making him knock the books off his desk. He leapt forward, quickly snatching them up before Ayame could even bend down to help. Her eyes flickered to the books in his hand. His regular blue notebook. The novel assigned for class. What was the thin black notebook? She had never noticed that before. Then it clicked.
That was the notebook that Light had picked up outside of the building yesterday.
Why did he feel the need to keep it, she wondered, and why was he carrying it around? It was a thin, plain black notebook. The sides of the pages looked worn and yellowed. She doubted that it carried any important information. If he noticed her staring, he said nothing of it. Light shoved the items into his bag, zipped it up, and slung it onto his back.
"Ready?" He asked, heading out the door and leaving her behind. She scoffed and began putting her own books into her bag. He was outside of the school when she caught up to him, and his head was hanging low. It seemed that his mouth was moving, but there was no one around him for him to be talking to. "What the hell?" She muttered to herself. "Light!"
He slowed his pace, turning to give her a normal, sheepish Light grin. "Sorry. My mind is just preoccupied." He rubbed the back of his neck, and Ayame rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Sometimes I don't think you really love me." She said, her voice teasing. Light's eye twitched, but she didn't notice.
"You know I love you." He retorted, tussling up her hair. She batted at his hands, trying to prevent his assaults from occurring. The two said their goodbyes in front of her house, and Light walked briskly to his own.
"Don't seem so eager to get away from me next time." Ayame muttered to herself, feeling her pride ache a little due to his quick departure. Her mom was preparing dinner in the kitchen and her father was still at work at the production plant. She headed upstairs to her room and plopped onto her bed. She pulled her books out and flipped on the television, letting the sound be a low background noise.
After studying for a while, her eyes drifted to the television. The news was playing and there was a mugshot being shown, and she quickly turned up the volume when her curiosity was peaked. "Another criminal… dead." She muttered to herself. "God will show no mercy."
More criminals dropped dead of heart attacks and some even had misfortunate accidents. People thought that it might have been the police, but Ayame didn't see how the police could incite a heart attack.
"Kira is our savior." She overheard a boy saying to his girlfriend as they strolled down the sidewalk past her and Light one morning.
"Kira isn't a savior. He's a killer." The girl replied, giving her boyfriend a glare. The boy held his hands up, a sheepish expression on his face. He was trying to avoid an argument, Ayame realized. Light's face was a mixture of emotions.
"Ayame?" He asked. She looked at him in response and he continued. "Do you think that Kira is a killer? Or a savior?" His voice was low, his eyes serious.
"Well, you know that I come from a pretty religious family. We don't take things like murder lightly, but then again, not too many take it that way. It's the worst sin one could commit. Besides, I don't really think that anyone should be playing God and making His decisions other than the Man Himself. But, I don't want to say that Kira's intentions are bad. He is only killing criminals. It's a hard decision for me to make. I'm fighting between my morals and my thoughts."
Light said nothing. Ayame waited and waited for a response. Nothing.
"Light, what do you think of Kira?" She decided to ask. His intense gaze focused on her quickly, and the look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. Light has never looked at her like that before.
"Kira is a savior. He's like a… a God." Light practically purred to her.
"What the.. a God? There's no other God but God." Ayame tried to argue, but Light wouldn't hear it.
"He's a new God. The God that this world needs. He's justice. He's right." Ayame's mouth went dry. Light was practically cackling in her face. He had backed her up against a wide tree, his hands on either side of her head. She had no way to escape from him. Fear brewed in her gut, and her body was trembling.
Light Yagami had been her friend since childhood. They played in the dirt together, they played tennis together, and he was her date to all the school dances. He had treated her beautifully their whole life, and he had never showed her this side of him. It was intense, dark, terrifying.
"Light, you're scaring me." She told him, and he seemed to snap out of it. Bystanders were watching from the sidewalk, watching to make sure that he wasn't going to harm her. One man looked ready to intervene, his stance angry.
"Ayame, I didn't mean to.. I just got overwhelmed. I feel strongly about Kira." He tried to explain, dropping his hands down to his sides. She quickly brushed past him, bumping her shoulder against his roughly.
"I'm going home. I'll talk to you later." Ayame was choked up, the fear evident in her appearance. Light remained standing by the tree, watching her walk away. After he came to his senses, he ran after her, but she turned on her heel sharply.
"Light. I'm going home. Don't follow me. Go to the library and study by yourself." Her voice was cold, the iciness in it shocked the boy. He knew that he had overreacted. He should have controlled himself better, especially around Ayame.
His dear, sweet Ayame.
She walked away quickly, her arms wrapped around her midsection. The man in the park approached Light. "Hey man, don't treat your girl like that." His voice was angry, and Light just stared at the man.
"It was a misunderstanding. You don't understand anything about what just happened." His voice was cold and calculated, keeping his actual emotions locked inside. He wanted nothing more than to find out this man's name and write it in his Death Note. Kill this bystander that dare question him. He was feeling drunk with power after taking so many lives, and it was so simple. So quick. So easy. It just takes a pen against paper and he could kill all the people staring at him.
Light shook his head, feeling his fingers itching with the urge. The man continued to anger Light, running his mouth and spewing curses. "Sir, what's your name?" Light asked casually, and the man faltered for a second.
"Isao Ogami." He retorted, his voice still angry and obviously confused. Before he could say anything else, Light cut him off again.
"Well, Isao Ogami. I hope the rest of your day is enjoyable." Light turned on his heel and walked away, a sadistic grin on his face. He hoped the man had a pleasant evening, because when Light got home, he would be taken care of.