A/N: So you might be asking why I would have Light marry Misa only to kill her off in the next chapter. Don't stress about it, it was actually necessary haha. You'll see why in the next few chapters (not so much this one).
Okay, so r&r and enjoy!
Water trickled down the red rock. Light stared at his reflection in the pool at the bottom of the rock.
His eyes were baron.
Suddenly, he heard a cry. He glanced over. A baby boy sat, gazing up at him. He cooed, but when Light went to pick him up, the baby cried out again. In fact, Light sent him into a fit of hysteria. The boy fell onto his back, rolling on the floor, sobbing.
"Shh, it's okay. Daddy's here," Light promised.
The baby didn't stop crying. And when Light finally touched him, Light's hands ignited. The flames tickled his skin, but he knew he should put it out. He ran to the fountain and plunged his hands into the fountain. They sizzled and when Light checked them out to see the damage, they were completely fine.
He turned back to his son, who had finally stopped crying, only to find a pile of ash.
Light sat up, his chest heaving. These torturous dreams of his unborn child haunted him whenever he closed his eyes. Light had been traveling for three days now to get back to Saisho. Without any company, he found it much easier to succumb to his blood lust. Any anger he had felt had been washed away the moment he turned from his burning house. If grief was present, he no longer recognized it. It was just him and his desire to cleanse the Earth.
It appalled him how pathetic he had been only a few days prior. Suffering, swimming in his misery, letting the world pass him by. Why hadn't he just run from Misa? He assumed it was because shutting down was the easiest way to deal with the pain that surged through his body; the pain that the thing had caused him. To actually take action, achieve his desires, meant facing the thing. Before, he had hid, but the thing had only won that way. Now, it was his turn.
He could see Saisho in the distance. It was pitch black, but there were lights twinkling from houses and buildings. They beckoned him, and he answered with a strangely satisfying grin. Higuchi would die tonight; Light's reign would begin. He had it all planned out. No one would ever suspect the dead woman's husband. In fact, they would probably believe he burned with her. There was nothing let of the house but ashes, after all.
As he approached the town, he tied a bandanna tightly around his face. His hat shadowed his eyes from view. Light peered through the saloon window; Higuchi was drunk, passed out on the bar. Just as expected. All he had to do was wait a few hours until they dragged Higuchi somewhere. And Light would watch where. Then, Higuchi would never awake.
About three hours later, the bartender yawned and pointed at Higuchi. A large man from the backroom walked out and tossed Higuchi onto the porch. He slammed the door and locked the saloon up for the night. It was too perfect. The unrecognizable Light snickered and snuck towards Higuchi. He tied Higuchi's hands together and began to tie a noose around his neck. He tightened the rope, choking the drunkard.
Higuichi's eyes snapped open. "Heh-gah-chut," he choked, swinging his meaty fist at Light.
Light dodged his fists and shoved his hand on Higuchi's lips. He gagged, trying to grip at the rope. Light only pulled tighter. Watching the light die from Higuchi's eyes threw Light into an ecstasy which made his body quiver from his toes to his head. He felt sick and weightless all at once. Higuchi gurgled one last time and that was it. Light didn't close Higuchi's eyes. Instead, he widened them. They were fascinating when void of life. Just a shell. An empty shell. A sick pleasure twisted inside of Light. Laughter bubbled in his chest.
"This is for my kid," he muttered as a smile danced across his lips. "And for Misa. You've deserved this the moment you were born."
Higuchi didn't reply; just lay stiff. The rest was easy. He yanked Higuchi up and hanged him on the porch. Higuchi swayed softly in the breeze. Light smirked until he realized no one would know who did this. If there was no signature, no indication of his presence, his mission would never be successful. Criminals would continue to sin without blinking. Of course, he couldn't just write, "Light Yagami did this." He grabbed a knife from his pocket and began to carve in the wood under Higuchi's dangling feet.
Fear retribution.
You shall be judged.
Satisfied, Light admired his work one last time. Higuchi's eyes had drooped closed. He frowned, wishing they would remain open, but gravity was one force he couldn't fight. He decided the sight would reflect his message to the point where it would haunt people's dreams. And that was all he wanted. He checked to make sure his bandanna was still tightly wrapped around his mouth. In case someone had seen, he would still be unidentifiable. He pulled his horses reigns and, just as he was about to jump on, he heard someone scream behind him.
He glanced back. A woman and man gawked at the sight. The woman was screaming, clinging to the man. It was time to go. He swung himself over his horse, but it was too late. He heard a gunshot.
He took off as another fired.
And another.
The man woke the town up. The windows suddenly illuminated as people peered down to see what was going on. One more gunshot. It hit Light, piercing through his hip. He grunted, pressing his fingers against the bleeding wound. Blood trickled between his fingers. There was nothing he could do except continue to run. He gripped at his side, putting pressure so the bleeding would cease.
When he finally escaped the town, he rode out farther into the darkness. It enveloped him, hiding him from the world. He began to snicker. Suddenly, he found himself laughing hysterically. He stopped his horse and hopped down. He immediately collapsed to his knees, still clutching his wound.
Still, he cackled. Blood spat from his lips. Even if he died, he would die satisfied. But he wanted to live. For once, he found the desire to live overwhelming. The blood flow faltered. But, his mind was clouding. He struggled to stay awake, panting. He chuckled again, lying on his back. Every time his heart beat, the pain would shoot up his body.
Suddenly, a strange figure appeared in the dark. The shadow walked with it's head held high. It's hair stuck out all over the place. It's hands were shoved in it's pocket. It struck a match, revealing the man's swollen eyes and tired gaze. His pale skin glistened from the flame. His face...Light knew his face. Light's eyes widened with a mixture of admiration and horror. No, it must have been a mirage. His heart pounded faster as the man approached him.
"Law-Lawliet?" Light managed to choke out. Then, he went limp.