Death: I apologize for the long wait. I sort of had writer's block for this chapter. But then I listened to a particular song and it got me into finishing this chapter. Also, it has helped that I got the Code Geass itch out of my system, so I shall be doing my best to keep this and a few other stories going.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter title inspired and from No Bravery by James Blunt. This was the song that got me back in the game with this fanfic.
Chapter 12– No Bravery in Your Eyes
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Love could be a wonderful thing in life, if used and cared for properly. It requires a large amount of trust to put your life into someone else's hands. Courage is highly appreciated when you do the same for your partner. Though it would be safe to say that love in life is a double edged sword; it can brighten the day or it can block the sun out in an everlasting eclipse.
And at present L was dangerously close to having their newly formed relationship waver down the drain before the two geniuses have had the chance to explore it. He had already abused Light's trust. Both of them were aware of this. And the young man has made it very clear L was not forgiven.
Light had not mentioned the conditions L would have to take to make up for repairing his trust. The pair of them was too caught up in the moment of waking up in the morning in each other's arms and greeting the new day with a few chaste kisses. Despite how socially awkward the detective was, he enjoyed kissing. Most of the kisses they shared L initiated himself.
And if a kiss on the lips was not called for, he would then aim a little peck on Light's cheek or forehead at the most random of moments. To be honest the young man was surprised at how affectionate L could be in the most unexpected of ways. When pressed why he took such actions, L would only reply that it was because Light was cute and leave it at that.
At first Light would protest that he was not cute. L would only laugh and explained that the expressions on his face were fascinating and made him cute, for seeing any emotion at all in Light's handsome face was far better than a blank mask. This sentiment was met with surprise, as Light knew that L made a point.
And for an entire week the pair has not gone farther than kisses and light touches. When Watari had walked in on them he was firm about them not having any sex until both of them were ready. And since then the old man hovered around them, never leaving their presence for more than five minutes. He would stare intently whenever L decided it was time for a peck on the cheek or a brief lip to lip action to brighten the younger man's mood.
Now that Light was in a better state of mind, he was mourning the loss of a long time friend. Mu had been a passionate young man who was one of the few who could penetrate through his defenses. He had died too young and had not had the chance to be a father.
The only bright side of his murder, if but a grim one, was that the child at least had one other parent.
One day as he had pondered over the murder, Light remembered of the man who impersonated his roommate had given him a business card. After going through every jacket he had in the closet he produced it for Watari and L to examine. L found it curious that someone would simply hand over a business card with their number on it while the man was impersonating as a dead man. They suspected the numbers were faked, but they accepted the card anyway in the hopes to find fingerprints.
It was only after Light had given them the card did the nightmares and the episodes begin anew. He had gone through a brief experience of complete bliss, a first break from the screams and the scent of blood that had been haunting him for the past nine years. The mornings were no longer bright and cheerful as it used to be. Light would wake up covered and sweat and held tightly in L's embrace. Often times the detective would be whispering sweet nothings while trailing feather like kisses up and down his neck.
During the day Light would stare into space, forgetting the material of their current case in his lap. He would lose himself in the screams as they reached a crescendo, forcing him to listen no matter what he was doing. When it was over or L's concerned voice broke through the non–existent screams, Light was left in a heavy state of depression that no amount of loving kisses would cheer him up.
If that was not enough the overwhelming smell of wet copper never left him. The sweet scent followed him from the moment Light awoke until he fell into a fitful sleep. After a few days he lost interest in food. On the fifth day he had enough of watching whatever liquid he had in his cup turn dark red.
Both L and Watari were now openly concerned for him. Butler Man was beginning to insist a psychiatrist be brought over, but L was confident enough that he can coax Light to take any substance to keep his body going. By now fatigue was taking its toll on the young man. And no amount of pleads and promises L made would ease Light into taking food. Sometimes he would try, but the smell of blood overpowered his nose to the point that no matter how appetizing the food was, he would not eat.
And now, two weeks after they transformed their friendship, there was another murder. L had suspected B would wait, for he had shown such patience in the previous case he was responsible for. However, it would seem that the time limit B allowed himself in between killings were shorter this time around. And this victim was what finally drew the last straw from Light.
When he opened the file of the newest victim to reveal a teenage boy just about to finish his senior year in high school, he bolted towards the nearest bathroom and began to dry heave into the sink. A woman's scream rang through his ears so loudly he could not hear the shouts of the other two men. Every time he inhaled to cough out his empty stomach, the air itself could have been blood instead of oxygen. Light was too much in shock to even notice a hand rubbing his back in silent comfort.
Beyond had chosen a boy who was similar to him in appearance.
What truly disturbed Light, though, was the fact he wanted to laugh at B's antics. He wanted to laugh at how childish the escaped prisoner was behaving. He wanted to throw his head back and laugh his heart out at how simply hilarious the turn of events was unfolding in this case.
He felt no remorse for the young boy, whose life was taken away before it had the chance to begin. Light found that he did not care for the horrible fate this nameless teenager had dealt with in his last few hours of being violated in the worst of ways.
And while Light was left confused and disgusted with himself, he had to wonder.
How could an innocent, brave soul such as L, fall in love with a monster like Light Yagami?
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"I want to visit the graves of my parents." Light announced one morning. He had been staring off into space for an hour or two since he woke up, still recovering from his self discovery the night before.
L paused in his probing and stabbing the cheesecake that failed to serve its purpose of brightening his mood. It would appear the detective was starting to lose his appetite as well. He slowly raised his head to stare at the other male while he considered the request.
"Under normal circumstances I would not advise such a thing, but I suppose it would do you some good to have some fresh air. Watari can take us whenever you would like."
"I don't want to be driven around like I'm someone important, Ryuzaki." Light cut L off, his expression hardening to show how dead serious he was. "I'm tired of being chaperoned when I've done nothing. And for someone who does not like attention, you sure don't travel like a normal person. Did you know that people would stare whenever you leave with Watari driving one of those fancy limos? Hell, your cars draw more attention than Matt or Mello's, and they drive like crazy."
What brought all of this up, L wanted to know. The young man was behaving out of sorts for him, perhaps it was the fatigue and lack of substance was finally taking effect. Yet he didn't question Light. By now he knew what pushed his buttons, and questioning why Light went into a ranting monologue would earn another senseless argument. A fight at this point in time was the last thing either of them needed.
"So how will you get there, if I may ask?"
"A short bus ride to the station. From there it's a half hour ride to the outer skirts of Tokyo to where their graves are."
L considered for a moment. "Are you thinking of going by yourself or would you like me to come along?"
The brunette shrugged. "It doesn't really matter to me. Though I have another request, I've just remembered something important that could help this case."
"And what would that be?" L was studying the other with intense interest. Although he was willing to carry out these requests, there was something about Light's behavior that was bothering him.
Since the beginning of their conversation Light was detached. And now that he has remembered something apparently more vital than his request to visit the resting places of his family. There was a great deal of hatred in his tone that spoke volumes louder than if he had been shouting and screaming his head off.
"The criminal branded as the Demon of Tokyo. If my memory serves me right, my father had caught and captured him and thus he was promoted to chief. I don't remember much about this guy, only he targets young victims and seems to favor the boys more than the girls."
"Why do you want to look this man up?" L tilted his head.
"Just before the brutal murders of my parents the Demon of Tokyo had broken out of prison. I don't know if that is just a coincidence, or if he's been caught again, or if my father's team located my parents' killer. But if they have not, then this is the only lead I can think of."
"Light, you do know that this murder took place over sixteen years ago, right? If this case hasn't been solved yet we won't have much to go on. Not to mention you will become emotionally involved in the case. You know I cannot work when emotionally involved."
"So, that's it? Are you done lecturing me what you can't do?" Light's eyes narrowed, darkening to a dark brown L was not familiar with. "I seem to recall you gave me a letter, K. I can work on any cases by myself with the occasional help from you or Watari."
L felt a shudder rack his thin frame when the glare was turned up to full intensity. Several weeks ago he would not believe that eye color can be changed. Now, he was beginning to believe Mello was in the right track in saying Light's eyes can turn red if under the right form of light.
"We are in the middle of an investigation concerning Beyond Birthday, and you want to drop this case to a dead one?"
"Haven't you been paying attention? Beyond is challenging me, K! Not L. If I'm to figure out what he's planning, he must know about the circumstances of my parents' murder. It might even give us an insight on why he's targeting me specifically."
"While I can't exactly turn down such a promising lead, are you sure this isn't just because you are in Japan and thoughts of your family is the real reason behind your request?"
L could sense he was losing the young man to whatever inner demons he held. He was a stubborn creature, and he had every reason why he would rather keep Light in one place than out on the field. He knew there will come a time when Light will want to leave and get out. And L would be willing to turn him free, but he was still stumped on exactly what was wrong with the young man's head.
Maybe he should have taken to Watari's warning and allowed Light to be evaluated when he came to Whammy's all those years ago.
"Ryuzaki…"
This was the only warning the detective was given before a fist collided into his face. Out of pride and his belief of an eye for an eye L immediately retaliated. He sent a swiping kick and Light fell to the floor with a grunt. As his partner was recovering L took the opportune moment to straddle those slim hips. Light writhed as he tried to dislodge the detective off, but his strength was failing him.
L didn't have to hold down the younger male's wrists. There was no need when Light was weakly trying to push him away. All of his strength was put into the punch. He had nothing left in his arms or legs to effectively push the detective above him off. And yet Light was still trying, his stubborn streak knew no bounds. Usually L would hold his partner down until there wasn't a point to fight anymore. But at this rate Light could over exert himself. With his weak body the chances of any worst case scenario had risen by sixty percent.
So L decided on a new tactic. He leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed against each other. Before Light could demand what he was doing L pressed their lips together. This wasn't a light peck like most of their previous kisses. This was a passionate lip lock similar to that of the first day of their relationship.
Almost immediately Light ceased in his struggling. He couldn't deny any kiss L gave him, even if they were in the middle of an argument. Or in this case, fighting a physical battle, or maybe Light was the one who was fighting. L simply retaliated in the way he knew how, but sought no reason to continue their usual throwing punches and kicks. Sometimes the young man's emotions interfered with his sense of logic.
When L pulled away, Light had already forgotten what they had been arguing about.
"If you still wish to visit the graves of your parents, then promise me you will eat." There was genuine concern in those eyes of his.
"I can't make that promise, Ryuzaki. I can try and eat, but there's no guarantee I can keep it down."
"Then tell me why you can't eat, and I will do everything in my power to help you." L was frowning now.
"If I do you will think I'm insane and send me away and off of this case." Light narrowed his eyes.
"I won't send you away, which I can promise without a doubt." Ryuzaki held his ground. "Would you please tell me what ails you, Light-kun? It's hard watching you waste away like this."
"Tell you what, if I don't give you an answer within three days you can ask Near." Light had a hunch his former roommate knew what was wrong. There was that one night he talked nonstop without his consent, telling the pale boy whatever came to mind.
"Why does he know and I don't?" My, was L, the greatest detective of the world, jealous?
"This is only speculation that he knows. Since he's seen me at my weakest, surely he knows something."
"You don't think you're at your weakest point right now?" L tilted his head. Good, he was distracted.
"I've been far worse. There's that night when I was delirious from a fever. Oh and there's that day when I witnessed my parents being slaughtered." Light smiled at the last bit, it was a smile that sent shivers down L's spine. "I'm still recovering from that, actually."
It was true, since he still experienced screams long dead and the coppery scent that was no longer fresh. At the confession the detective seemed even more disturbed. Even so, he seemed resigned to the deal the brunette offered. It was better to give Light time and space, he thought, than pressuring him for the answers he sought.
"I'll hold you to your word, Light Yagami. You have three days." Right, like that didn't sound like he was pressuring the young man at all.
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Since their argument Light has been strangely active. He was seen more often on his personal computer, going over their current case presumably. Whenever Watari or L was peering over the young man's shoulder, he was going over files of Beyond Birthday or creating a possible time frame for the killings of this particular case. Yet when they're not looking over his shoulder Light seemed to be doing a lot of typing.
L was already walking on thin ice, so he didn't intrude on his lover's privacy. Though he couldn't shake the feeling in his gut that he should try and see what Light was up to. Instead the detective opted for watching the young man, eyes never wavering from him without a second. If Light noticed he gave no indication, and thus L continued to stare.
At night the young man still had fitful sleep from whatever nightmares he had. But L noticed it wasn't as bad as the previous several nights. Whatever had a hold on his lover had lessoned, and thus L was beginning to have hope that Light was getting better.
On the second day as he was typing, Light reached for cheese and crackers. He had only been able to eat a few, for his stomach was unsettled at the sudden introduction of food. But it was enough to give L more hope that the other man was indeed getting better. It was a small step, a baby step, but it was enough to stop the detective from staring at the handsome brunette all day.
Upon the third day Light ate one and a half pieces of toast for breakfast. Taking it as a really good sign, L was in a really good mood for the entire day. He was even going to wait until later at night to ask if the other was going to tell him what was wrong. L was even lenient to allow Light to spend a few hours with Near, as a means of catching up.
Though the troubled feeling in his gut returned when he saw Light slung a bag over his shoulder. Why would he need to bring anything with him to visit Near? L was quick to inquire about the bag.
"What are you taking to Near? He's currently residing in another hotel." The detective stared hard at Light.
"Hm? Oh, these are notes to exchange with him about the case. I'd send it over through the computer, but I think there's a virus on it. It's been acting strange. Watari is trying to clean it out now."
"But aren't you the one exceptionally well with computers to rival Matt?" L countered.
"I couldn't get rid of this one. Thus the reason why I gave it to Watari, see if it's salvageable. If not, then I can always get a new one."
The detective turned to the old man, who was indeed looking through the young man's computer. Butler Man was in deep concentration, as he skimmed over the information on the screen and typing really fast.
"It's possible this was somehow hacked. I'm trying to see what files were hacked and what wasn't." Watari finally said, still typing away.
"Do you think it's Beyond? Although he didn't show much interest with technology, he has a knack of understanding anything he could get his hands on." L was still suspicious, but he can't ignore what Watari had said.
"It's quite possible it's him. Or perhaps it's whoever he has as an accomplice." There was a ding on Watari's main desktop. "Ah, that must be the fingerprints we scanned the card Light was given. The lab results must be done."
"I'll look it over while you continue working on Kin-kun's laptop. Oh, and Light? Matt will be escorting you to Near's hotel. And do please call when you're on your way back."
"You sound like an overprotective mother, Ryuzaki." Light scoffed. "But yeah, I'll be sure to call you anyway. Knowing you, you'll only call me if I stayed out too late."
"And don't think on evading that deal we made, either." L warned, but only half heartedly as he sat before Watari's computer.
"I don't think I could when it's you I have to run from." The young man laughed, surprising the detective by initiating a quick kiss.
L stared after him, shocked. It was the first time for the brunette to initiate one since the short time their relationship became intimate.
And with that, Light left the hotel room. He felt horrible for doing this. He felt even more so when his last sentence was a goodbye, if the wording was a little ironic. He had planned to make his getaway now while still in the hotel, but Watari's computer had access to the security cameras of the hotel. So he will have to play along a little longer.
When he came to the lobby, however, his mood soured.
"He told me Matt would be the one driving me, but he didn't say anything about you." Light glared at the blond, who was completely ignoring the glares and hotel signs that read 'No Smoking'.
"Yeah, well, I'm tagging along whether you like it or not. And…well, I'm sorry. For the way I behaved." Mello didn't make eye contact. This meant he was either embarrassed or lying.
Even though he suspected the latter, Light decided to take the blond's word for it. "You're not the only one who was being an ass, either. So I apologize for my behavior as well."
Mello took a long swig on his cancer stick. "Good. Let's get going."
The drive to the hotel Near was residing was agonizing. Although the ride was short, Light wished nothing more than to jump and bolt like a frightened rabbit. Still he managed to keep a calm mask that had somehow convinced Mello everything was all right. Usually the blond saw right through him, no matter how carefully he built up the mask.
Just as he was about to walk through the lobby, Mello followed while Matt remained in the car. It was then the blond dropped a bomb Light did not expect.
"You know he was using you, right? To keep you close. He didn't want to lose you to Beyond. He knew what that bastard was planning since the very beginning, or suspected it anyway. But now his motives are clear, and he's even more determined to keep you on his side. I have to say I'm surprised he even let you leave his room."
Mello didn't need to give any indication on who he was talking about. Light understood. Although he had suspected what the blond said, he did not believe it to be true. Or perhaps he played the fool on wishing it were not true. Once again his emotions interfered with his logic.
"Perhaps I'm very good at convincing people." Light turned to glance at the teenager over his shoulder, smiling a smile that disturbed the blond.
"Anyway, be sure to call us when you want to head back. We'll be just a few blocks down. There's a mall with an awesome arcade." And with that Mello turned and got back in the car.
They both knew there wasn't going to be a call. In his own way, Mello said his own goodbye. It was comforting, but it left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. Even so Light walked through the lobby doors and continued on his way to Near's room.
Before he could knock the pale boy opened the door, holding the panda bear close to his chest. His dark grey eyes held an accusing gaze, as if he knew what Light was planning. First Mello, now Near? Was he truly an open book? Or perhaps these two boys knew him well enough to predict his actions. This was most probable, considering their close history.
"You're leaving. I understand what you're trying to do. And since Mello didn't stop you, I'm not going to either. But is this fair for Ryuzaki?" Near accused as the young man let himself into the ever so expensive suite.
"It would save him a lot of trouble and pain if I do this. Besides, if we make Beyond think that I've fallen for his trap then we can get this case moving and spring a trap of our own." Light didn't sit down like he normally would. He wasn't going to stick around for very long.
"How would this avoid any pain for him? With emotions he's vulnerable, you know this. And yet you're going to do this anyway. Why?" The pale boy was almost shouting.
"Because I'm a monster." Light glared, eyes burning red. "I've been one since the day my parents were murdered. It's too late to reverse what has been done. Have you seen B's latest victim? I almost a laughing fit at how ridiculous his antics were! What kind of person laughs at the death of someone?"
"Someone with serious psychological problems." Near tightened his hold on the stuffed bear. "But things like this can be treated, Light."
"Treated, not cured. Do you know any method where I can no longer hear screams in my head? Endless screams that can rise and fall like music? Do you know any medication to eliminate the smell of blood that invades my nose every single minute of every day?" It was Light's turn to be close to raising his voice.
The young man turned away, turning his back to the pale boy as he took a deep breath to clear his head. The screams have reached a crescendo again. He couldn't ignore it now, not when it was nearly overriding his sense of hearing. The screams were a pitch so high he was close to snap. But he couldn't turn on Near, no, never anyone he knew and was close with.
By the time the screams leveled off, he noticed a small hand on his arm. He turned to see Near staring at him with a look of regret in his eyes. And there was sadness in there, too. Light swallowed a large lump in his throat. It felt like he had just swallowed his heart.
"Then let me ask you something, one that Ryuzaki will no doubt want to ask you. Why didn't you seek help from any of us? Why couldn't you trust us? You're our brother, and for Ryuzaki's case, his lover."
"Because I was afraid to face my inner demons. I was afraid to face them because they will reveal a much darker side of me I denied for too many years. And if any of you were to help me, I was afraid it will hinder on the way you thought about me. I was afraid to lose all of you because I have the want to kill people in order to silence the screams in my head."
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His plan was simple, even if it took a lot of time and effort on his part. All he had to do was create new identities and accounts, pour in money he had in other accounts then erase all traces. Just to be safe he cancelled all accounts Watari and L had set up for him when he was assigned K. All fake I.D. cards L had given him were left in the suitcase sitting in the closet.
Late at night he printed out only one I.D. card, one that has an exact picture of him as he was now. Light brown hair, honey brown eyes. He planned to use this and the matching account card to buy himself good quality wigs, colored contacts, at least two computers and one printer, and a whole new wardrobe set. Once he has obtained all that he needed, he will destroy the I.D. and work on pictures of him in the wigs and contacts for the other identities he had created.
With those identities secured, he will set out on obtaining at least three housing facilities. One will probably be an apartment within Tokyo. Another will be a small house just outside the city's premises. The third, he will have to look around a bit, but he was up for any options available.
The same will be done with cars. He will get cars of different models and make. He will buy at least four. One for each house/apartment and the last one will be for emergencies. He will not by the cars all at once, or at the same dealership. He will not risk being recognized even if the chances were small.
Once all the essentials are gathered and he is sure, sure that he will not be found, he will begin setting up records for the identities he used to purchase the cars and housing places. Fake birth records, school records, fake family history, everything to properly create a person out of nothing. With those four identities done, he will continue to do the same on a few others for emergencies or back up. He can't be too careful, after all.
Just to show variety, one will have to have a criminal record of some sort. Maybe one identity would have spent a year or two in juvenile somewhere. Another will have the boring yet well paid career of accounting. Another will still be a student, applying for online courses. It will be a breeze to go through the homework. The possibilities were endless for him.
But there was one career he will definitely have for whichever identity he felt most comfortable with. He will be applying for the work of a detective. He will have to do his hardest to make a convincing, clean record to set up that he was ready to become a detective now. It might not be enough to keep this job, no, eventually it will come under suspicion no matter how much he will try and keep it safe even under L's scrutiny. There will be no escaping the greatest detective.
Yet this was what hurt him most. To walk away from L when they had just begun a relationship, to turn his back on the man he had become to love. If it was even love he felt for the man, but he did care for L, he cared for him greatly. So maybe this was love. Yes, Light was ready to sacrifice everything for L. They say that's when you know you're in love, when you sacrifice everything for the one you loved.
And this was what he was doing. It hurt. It hurt so much he was beginning to have doubts. But he couldn't turn back no matter how much he wished it so. They faced a dangerous man with the high chance of an accomplice. In order to catch Beyond Birthday off guard was only to do as he wanted, to divide them.
A strange tactic, yes. But if he played his cards right, he could get close enough to Beyond. Close enough to end this threat. The deranged man had threatened Light Yagami, and in doing so threatened L and his heirs. He was not going to stand for such a threat. Not when the stakes were high and the possibility of someone dying was a far greater chance if he had stayed with the L Team.
Not to mention there was the chance his sister was going to be caught in the middle of all this mess. After all these years of separation from her Light still loved her. She was his sweet little sister. It was enough her parents were ripped away from her at an age she couldn't understand why, and then to grow up without a brother to protect her, a brother to drive off boys, help her with her homework.
She didn't need to be caught in the war. She didn't deserve all of this strife. No, she deserved all the happiness in the world after losing her entire family in one full swing. Although he didn't die, he might as well have for disappearing to some far away country never to be heard or seen again.
This was his entire motivation. The reason why he literally walked out on L's life the way he did. Coward he might be in some eyes, he knew he was doing what he believed right. He wished nothing more than that this didn't have to be the path to take, but no matter what conclusion he drew it was always the same. It was safer this way. It was safer for L. This way, if he did die in this war, there will be no hard feelings between them.
At least, he hoped so anyway. Knowing L, if he still loved Light even after all of this, there will be. But if he becomes the greatest detective, casting aside all emotions as he did before they jumped into a relationship, then he could live with that. He was fine with it, in fact. For this case, it was needed for L to take up his persona without regret or guilt.
He was fine with all of this. And yet he could not prevent the tears from flowing. His heart ached for the sacrifice he has done. The tears just keep flowing. It has been a long time since he last cried, since before the day his life changed forever. Perhaps this was why the tears flowed out so greatly like waves. He had bottled everything in, and now he couldn't hold them back any longer.
It was perhaps good that it was raining as he let the tears flow out. He stood alone in an alley. It was late, too late for anyone else to be out. Even in this heavy fall of rain no one would even want to be outside anyway. Still, even as he stood while his clothes were being drenched, he let the tears out. In his mind it was best to let it all out now and not try and control it only to burst later.
At some point he sobbed, his throat constricted, releasing only a whimper. Right now he was grateful he was alone. Here it was natural for people not to show any emotion, to show they were troubled or needed help. This sort of diligent control had been drilled into their genes for centuries, built into them like second nature. Although he grew up in Britain, he still withheld many of the beliefs and customs he had been brought up with.
And just as the tears began to stop, just as he reigned in his emotions for control once more, the rain had lessoned. It was not so hard now, instead became a light drizzle. The wind had picked up though. It bit through him as his clothes were wet. He shivered, and began to wonder where he should go for shelter. He knew he should avoid hotels. L would watch all of them like a hawk.
Just then something fell from above. He had become accustomed to the silence he nearly jumped at the sound. He looked over and saw that the object that fell next to him was a notebook. It was black and thin, and strangely its spine was not spiraled like so many notebooks he had seen in the stores.
He picked it up and turned it over to see that it had a name written in strange white ink.
Death Note.
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Death: I realize that this might be a bit short compared to previous chapters. But this has a lot of heavy stuff, I think that it doesn't matter if it's shorter or not. Plus, I think many of you would be happy enough for an update, no? And I have finally reached the point I've been waiting oh so anxiously for since the very beginning.
And this is also when the writing style will change. I am sorry, but it has been getting harder and harder to write the way it's (mostly) been since the beginning. Where it sets up the theme of the chapter and all. Plus, Light Yagami has discarded what he was and is going to become someone else. He will not make an appearance for a while yet. We have to see how L takes to losing Light and how or if he recovers.
However, maybe the theme will continue, only the focus won't be on Light but L. This will prove to be challenging, as I've said earlier I am best with Light. L is a challenge for me, mostly because I am a full out Kira supporter even if I don't fully agree on methods. Anyway, it is something I will have to think about.
So, please leave a review.