A/N: Okay, so I'm dividing the chapter up. Before it was Light and then Matt and Mello, but the Matt and Mello will be in the next chapter, and I'm going to RE-WRITE that part.
The Light part of the chapter (that's this chapter now) is NOT re-written. Just the beginning flashback was added.
Sorry if there's confusion!
Okay, so enjoy!

"Dancins' lame," Light grumbled, blushing as Kiyomi Takada waved at him from across the room. "She keeps lookin' at me, Lawli. I know people start goin' steady right 'bout now, but shit Lawli, she's a bit too...I dunno."

"You're only eleven," Lawliet shrugged. "You don't need to rush. Do what you want."

Kiyomi strutted towards Light. A smile grazed across her thin lips. "Hi, Light," she said, taking his hand. Light swallowed, a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. "Wanna dance?"

Light cleared his throat, glancing over at Lawliet. He cast Light an indifferent glance and shrugged. Light wished he would say something to stop this. He didn't like Kiyomi; she was too stuck up for him.

"Uh, maybe later," Light said. Kiyomi pouted and left the two.

"Why don't you wanna dance with her?"

"I dunno. Should I?" Hell, what would Light want from Kiyomi anyway? She was just a girl.

"You can't expect me to decide everything for you," Lawliet sighed and began to head towards the exit. Rejection pierced through Light as he watched Lawliet leave.

The cold clutched to Light's bare torso, numbing his sore body. The rush of adrenaline ceased a while ago, but Light's fingers still tingled. The thing burned alive, sitting in it's disgusting chair. It was it's own fault. Killing another human didn't affect Light like he used to think. Before he was captured, he figured killing a person was the worst thing for a person's soul. But, it was quite the opposite. He felt cleansed, pure. He wiped some scum off the Earth's shoe...burned it off.

He chuckled, surprised how enjoyable it was. Of course, it didn't mean he would go off on a murderous rampage. No, he would kill those that did. His name would be feared by bandits; he would purify this world as killing the thing had purified him. Everyone said he was destined for greatness, and he just found his destiny. He would observe the criminals before he judged them and learn their patterns and weakness, then use it against them. Just as he had used the relationship between Mello and Matt.

Mello. He would go after him, next. The last Light had seen of him, one side of his body had caught fire. But, Light knew he wasn't dead; it would be too easy, too unsatisfying.

Light's body cried out in exhaustion. His muscles ached in the cold, begging him to stop and sleep. But, he couldn't. Determination drove him across the desert, heading back to the town of Saisho. When he had fled, he had been sure to continue West in a straight line. Saisho was only a day's trip away, straight East.

Just as the sun began to rise behind him, he caught a glimpse of the town up ahead. It had only been four days since he left, but his change was evident. The horse trotted through the town. He stopped at the jail house/sheriff office, wondering where Higuchi was. Light would kill him if he saw him, easy. He wouldn't let such a low, pitiful person hurt him.

His father was asleep inside, his head resting on the desk. Light touched his father's back. He snapped awake.

"Light, what happened to you?" his father gaped at him. The sheriff stood up carefully, examining Light's beaten body. "We should get you to a doctor."

Judging from his father's stern look, the tales of Light's endeavors had spread across town. But what happened here was nothing compared to the past few days.

The doctor wrapped Light's ribs tightly, instructing him not to move around a lot. "It would be best if, on your way back, Light rode in the wagon. He needs rest."

When they left the office, Misa was waiting for him outside. How'd she know he was here? Her brown eyes twinkled with tears. "Oh Light, are yew okay!" she cried, wrapping her arms tenderly around Light. His father scoffed and headed back to the sheriff's office.

"Yes, I'm fine Miss Misa," Light peeled her off him. "Just-don't touch me."

"Sorry, Light," she chirped. "But I have good news! They locked Higuchi up for tryin' to shoot at you. He'll be there at least 'til you leave."

The next few weeks passed by unbearably slow. Misa clung to him constantly, his father wouldn't take his eyes off him, and the bank robber case which the sheriffs worked on was painfully simple now; it was Mello and his gang. Of course, Light couldn't say that without revealing where he had been. Any connection made between him and Mello would be the death of him; he was sure Mello already had his men hunting for his blood.

Light sat at the sheriff's desk, staring out the window. How unbelievably boring. All he wanted was for them to solve the case so he could get paid and begin his mission.

"Light?" Misa poked her head through the door. The investigators ignored her entrance.

"Yes, Miss Misa?" Light sighed.

"Can I talk to you outside?"

In front of the sheriff's house, Misa glanced around to check if anyone could overhear. She then smiled broadly as she proclaimed she was pregnant. Light's stomach dropped. If he got her pregnant that meant...

Two weeks later, a priest pronounced them man and wife.