Thank you to everyone (big thanks) who faved and followed this letting me know there is still interest here. :) Was it everything you hoped it to be or where did I fudge up? In much later news look a chapter about gaming in a gaming AU fancy that! Light discovers Pokemon and a healthy case of paranoia among other things. No warnings this chapter.
On A Light Note
Chapter 5 : Charismatic Hollows-
Light felt like a foreign man in his own skin.
Outside the wind is picking up and he stares at a closet of dress shirts with empty eyes.
He grabs a dark colored one and then vetoed that in favor of a sky blue to combat the gloom of his sparse apartment.
The shirt is actually not a wild Sayu purchase in an attempt to bring some Light to his wardrobe. Irony notwithstanding, with a sigh he contemplates putting on some soft sweater that he doesn't in fact own.
Rows of pristine suit jackets line his closet almost mockingly, taunting him with their perceived perfection.
Light is nonplussed, resigned not defeated he closes the door and meanders back to the living room.
The semester has just reached its close.
Even with his minor hospital excitement he had full confidence in his exam scores.
There remained only one large problem.
His memory.
Light is missing something, something big, a key thing.
The doctors had told him a minor form of amnesia is common.
That alone was strange.
One piece of advice he did take was to start a journal, he picked it one up when he went out for dinner last night not wanting to risk cooking or takeout.
Not that it had jogged his memory any.
How could it?
He hadn't even touched the thing it's dark cover regarded him from his desk and he just couldn't face all those blank lined pages right now thank you very much.
Light has not yet been able to figure out how to operate the coffee maker.
Something, absolutely vital to his well being!
At this rate, Light's going to be forced to visit the University cafe.
Something, that was absolutely not going to happen.
He spared a glare at his laptop the gleaming machine sat innocently at the counter where he had moved it to.
Probably forming a collineation with the rest of the kitchen appliances to mutiny.
Little shit.
It didn't happen overnight but, gradually a sense of restless, unease overtook him.
Almost swiftly after testing had ended and nothing else was required it weighed in.
The silence.
For lack of want to do (anything but think, please ) he started to tidy up.
Finally having worked himself into almost a frenzy Light snatched up his wallet and fled the apartment, with a loud slam of the door mentally he pictured the wall shadows watched him inky blackness reaching after his retreating steps through the door crack.
He cuts through a few doors outside and chills prickle his skin Light convinces himself it's because of the cold and lack of sleep or liquid morning.
First things first I need coffee.
Then he can start figuring out what to blame because right now he can't even think straight.
Light doesn't want to chance a look around the student space, (he can't be bothered to speak to anybody, doesn't know anybody).
He makes a beeline for the counter and stares at the multi-button coffee machine for what feels like an hour before he realizes it's out of grounds.
Once he has the machine making cheerful sputters oozes dark liquid into a cup he leans back against the counter and surveys the area.
The seating space wasn't as littered with coffee cups in varying states of fullness or students varying states of dress.
The area isn't filled with the perpetual sound of desperate whispers.
Constant murmurs as students studied last minute were absent, not even the burp and gurgle that accompanies the clang of books and papers being shuffled as people spill in and out the metal doors.
The only constant exception to the all but desolate area, being one young lady he had not noticed before and another dark haired man with glasses sitting across from her.
There is a quiet intensity about her, back of her computer is littered with geeky stickers at odds with her refined and put together appearance.
She stays focused even as her companion explains something with an equally furious look of concentration on his face.
She tenaciously sips her frothy drink whilst attacking her poor computer's keyboard. The soft clack- clack of chicken peck typing rang out
A familiar sight so much so Light almost, almost headed over to engage in conversation before he realized why he would never do such a thing.
It would be awkward to abruptly approach her.
He might have seen her in one class or two, it was a bur.
Besides, he never had gotten a clear look at her anyway.
He had a vague impression of constant 'clack' 'clack' of typing and a pair of vaguely familiar dark brown eyes and one thinly plucked eyebrow archly regarding him over a book.
Heck, he had been surprised to see she had the entirety of a face which was somewhat ridiculous but, she always, always was hunched over hidden by something or other.
The disquiet must be messing with his mind.
His eyes snagged on a familiar sleek black hair (that for once didn't look terribly bushy) seated across from the computer chic.
Wait..
Was that the mail man?
Teru?
He had a vague memory of those same glasses and hair shoved wildly under a baseball cap and shaky hands giving him a package of some kind or other.
Decision made Light grabbed his coffee.
"Mind if I sit here?" Que blinding smile.
Computer chick didn't even pause in her typing.
He must be losing his touch.
Teru thankfully didn't stare at him as if dumbstruck by his appearance.
Once Light pointed out his Nintendo Teru smiled and launched into an continued version of his earlier speech about the game he was playing.
He watched the steam rise from his mug and envied the University sweatshirts both of them were sporting.
One thing light hated about being out of the hospital had to be the questions or well wishers.
It was a tie.
He frankly is shocked when Mikami didn't ask about his absence from class but, something else entirely.
For once he didn't have anyone (other than Sayu) to smile becomingly but emptily at and reassure that yes he was all right.
The onyx haired man's entire focus was devoted towards...Pokemon...
Then the questions started
"Did Light even know about Pokemon?!"
"Did Light play Pokemon Too?!"
"Of course he knew about Pokemon"
Mikami is akin to an over eager puppy with a ball when he gets into the conversation.
Light has never seen him so animated not that their interactions no matter how brief had called for enthusiasm.
"Who didn't know something about Pokemon?"
Who hasn't heard something about Pokemon and collected some of those blasted trading cards or furthermore watched with secret envy as other did
Light spends the next three days being introduced to the wonders of "Pokemon GO!" Pixelated monsters that share the kinship with real life beasties galore.
He quickly learns some games are better than others.
That he never ever under should any circumstance pay more than sweat off his brow for Pokemon black and white.
"It's just balls awful " computer chick raises a perfectly primped eyebrow her only input thus far. Teru looks sheepish.
Light wonders at her power and sips his almost chilled drink.
"I mean well bad"
All this Mikami, Teru told (ie yammered in a nonstop babble) him in one sitting.
Turns out the dorm mailman (stalker of one Light Yagami) wasn't too bad a conversation list nor stuck up for a law major (Light would know).
He was impassioned and most importantly after a bit didn't seem to be too infatuated with Light. Teru also gave wonderful gaming advice not that Light needed it.
Pokemon it turns out is more of a gotta a catch a few of them because the rest suck, then gotta catch em all game.
There is the sudden sound of a laptop being brusquely closed.
Light looks away from Teru face and towards the nearly forgotten computer chick.
He notices the sternness in her expression as she tucks a strand of short almost spiky dark brown hair behind her ear.
"Whatever you do"
She firmly states pausing for effect.
" Do not, I mean do not use your master ball to catch Pidgeotto. "
"Good one Kio!"
It must be an inside joke because Teru erupts into rounds of laughter that take ages to settle.
He finally decides to abandon politeness and ask for her name.
"I'm Light Yagami"-
"I know" She states brusquely.
Light bites back some irritation attempts to look beguilingly "Who are you?"
She purses her lips corners of her mouth tugging upwards to form a bittersweet smile
"The name is Takada, Kiyomi Takada."