Light was out for a walk down his street, thinking about how to out smart L. His puzzled expression got people to walk up to him, invade his personal bubble, and stare at him intensely, as if it was another episode of "extreme staring contests". Light suddenly know who's names he would wright in the death note next: Strawberry Shortcake. Whenever he took a bite of it, he would swallow a fork. Light was never sure where the fork came from, he even ate with his hands once, but that fork was still there. Crazy guy.

Light opened the window to his house. He couldn't be bothered to use the door; if he did L might think he's Kira, trying to blend in. He sledded through the window, then forgot he had left his bag outside, so he opened the door, but froze just as he hit the doorframe. "Dammit, legs!" he screamed in agony. He quickly ran to Sayu's garage and got a saw and began to saw down the metal door to smithereens. "That ought to keep L off my trail" he though. He flew into the window, walked up, the stairs, and went for the doorknob of his room.

As his swelling hands grasped the doorknob, he could hear liquid in his room. "Ryuk? What are you doing, motorbiking in my room AGAIN! I told you, only do that on the 17th of November if it's a Tuesday..." Light opened the door, and a sea of orange juice flew into his shirt. "sorry about that" he could hear Ryuk say. "Ryuk where are you!" "Columbia" "ah ok"
- CHAPTER 2 END -