A/N: More time is going to fly by. It's short...again...I think I'm going to stop pointing out the obvious.
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Lawliet gazed up as the drops of rain fell from the sky. It rarely rained two times in one week.
"Oh Light, isn't it just fantastic?"
Light's mom forced his father to buy them a small house, just to get started. It was on the edge of his hometown, only a few miles from his family's ranch. Both Light and Soichiro weren't pleased about the arrangement. Soichiro hadn't planned for his son to impregnate a saloon girl and marry her, and Light certainly didn't want this. Misa giggle, dragging him to every room of the house, asking him what he thought, telling him what she liked, just going on and on. Light was stuck with an airhead who couldn't get her mind past making babies and cooking.
Besides, Light had just figured out what he wanted to do. Instead, he suppressed his profound yearning for justice and watched as Misa fixed up their new bed. After what he had been through, this couldn't be his life. It seemed surreal; the quaint house with the beautiful wife. It was nothing Light wanted.
Light jumped from the porch, stomping through the puddles of water to reach Lawliet.
"This can be the baby's room" she cooed, admiring the wallpaper. "I hope it's a girl. Don't you hope it's a girl Light?"
"Yeah," Light sighed.
There was something more waiting for him. His destiny exceeded past settling down and having kids running around his feet. The burden, the need, overwhelmed him. Without it, the darkness consumed him, tossing him back into the thing's disgusting clutches. It didn't matter if he was dead; Light could practically smell him.
He tackled Lawliet, sending them both flying into the mud.
Days turned to months. Misa had become so large and hormonal that Light found himself throwing back glass after glass of whiskey every day to deal with her. To deal with himself. His past. Everything. He had so much to do, so much he wanted to do, yet he was trapped with Misa. Sometimes, he wished he had died in that tiny closet of a room. He had tried to kill himself once, but when the gun licked his temple, waiting patiently for Light's finger to pull the trigger, he placed it back in the drawer and left the room. Self pity was not the answer; he wouldn't die before he rid the Earth of scum like the thing. It was his only purpose.
Before Misa went into labor, Light found himself swaying over a bar, staring into his empty glass. The bartender asked if he wanted another, but Light couldn't speak. He was so heavy, so empty. Instead of performing his mission, he was getting drunk alone in a saloon while his pregnant wife cried herself to sleep at home. Pitiful. He had complete reason to pity himself; his life was dull and pointless. He wondered if he should try killing himself again.
He staggered from the bar and started to head towards his house. In the distance, flames danced towards the sky. He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out the source. It didn't take him long to figure out it was his house.
The wretched feelings Light had when he touched Lawliet vanished. The rain seemed to ease them.
He had never run so fast in his life. The only thing he could think about was his freedom. If Misa was dead-he was suddenly sickened by the eagerness for his wife's death. Maybe he was no better than the monster. Maybe it wasn't Misa he was worried about anyway. She was six months pregnant. When Light pressed his hand against her stomach, he felt their baby kick. Misa wasn't what sent him dashing across the baron land; it was his kid. His only kid.
Sure enough, his house was engulfed in flames. The wood cracked, snapping as the fire spread. He ran to the door, but the handle burnt his fingers. He called for Misa. No answer. What had he been doing? Moping around, wasting his life so pitifully. He should have found a way to juggle Misa and judging criminals. He shouldn't have spent his time feeling so damn bad for himself. But, she was gone. So was his baby.
He slumped onto the ground, running his fingers through his hair. Something glittered in the dirt next to him.
Lawliet rolled onto his back, letting the rain wash the mud from his face. Light immediately mirrored him.
It was the necklace Higuchi had given Misa over a year ago. She had kept it, since it was so valuable. But she'd never worn it. What the Hell was it doing on the floor? Light stood up, clutching the necklace. He immediately knew who did this. Higuchi had always been jealous, and he finally let his envy cloud his judgment. Higuchi would be his first true victim; he would be the first of a long train of dead bandits, all punished for their crimes.
Light suppressed any grief that entered his system. He didn't like Misa much anyway, but it was that damn baby. He would never even know if it was a boy or girl.
"You're always gonna be trouble," Lawliet teased.
Cold, charcoal eyes watched Light as he jumped on his horse. The man hid in the shadows; a small grin appeared on his face.