Light woke up and smiled. It was the day where he would get his exam marks back. "I'll definitely top the nation again," he thought to himself.
"And the person who topped the nation is…" The announcer said. Light stood up and began walking up the stage. He was already smiling behind the microphone, pulling at his pocket for his thank you speech when the announcer announced, "Hideki Ryuga!" Light's eyes widened to the point that his eyeballs felt lose, and his jaw dropped so violently, his jawbone dislocated. "How can that be?" He shouted, pulling on the announcer's pants. "It can be, and it is. In fact, famous Light Yagami, you failed." The world swam around him. His parents were going to kill him. So disappointed was he, Light did not even feel embarrassed while wandering back to his seat, dazed. His condition continued until Hideki Ryuga returned to his seat next to Light. He turned to the brown-haired boy next to him and whispered, "You know, I am L." Many tangled thoughts and elaborate emotions raced through the labyrinthine passages of Light's mind. So complex and intricate were his internal conflicts that I could simply describe them in three words. "Fucking kill him." Light found his fist making contact with Hideki's cheekbone and soon enough, they were roughhousing each other in the middle of the formal event. The students, being fresh out of high school, pumped their fists into the air and stereotypically shouted, "fight! Fight! Fight!" The announcer grabbed his mike and yelled, "ENOUGH!" His voice boomed throughout the hall and normality was restored, but not without many cuts and bruises on the two boys' faces and a punctured lung on Hideki's part. "H… help," L wheezed. Light just smirked at him. L clapped his hands twice. An old man appeared in a an enigmatic puff of white smoke. He was dressed as a butler and was holding a metal platter of sugar dipped in sugar, with a topping of sugared sugar, complete with a sprinkling of sugar on top. He emptied its contents into L's mouth. All his bruises faded away. L wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, but it did nothing to help clean the sugar all over his body. He looked like he was just frolicking in very fine snow. The rest of the event went uneventful.