Chapter 2: Echoes of a Forgotten Past
The city's relentless bustle masked the echoes of Light Yagami's past, a past buried beneath layers of secrecy and ambition. As Kira, he had pushed those memories aside, driven by his relentless pursuit of justice, or what he perceived as justice.
On this evening, with the moon's pale glow casting a soft illumination over the city, Light found himself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by stacks of notebooks, criminal profiles, and newspaper clippings. It was his makeshift sanctuary, hidden away from prying eyes, a place where he could meticulously plan and execute his judgments.
As he pored over the extensive research he had amassed, a photograph slipped from between the pages of one of the notebooks. Light's gaze fixed on the image, and for a moment, the world outside faded away.
The photograph was of a younger Light, his smile genuine, his eyes filled with hope. Beside him stood a man with greying hair and a warm, reassuring presence—Soichiro Yagami, Light's father. The memories of his childhood rushed back to him, a time when the world had seemed simpler, when he had admired his father's unwavering commitment to justice as a police officer.
But those memories were bittersweet. Light had been young when his mother had died, the victim of a hit-and-run accident. Her death had shattered their family, leaving a void that had never truly healed. Soichiro had dedicated himself to his work, and Light had followed in his father's footsteps, determined to honour his mother's memory and bring justice to a world filled with criminals.
Yet, somewhere along the way, the desire for justice had warped into something darker. The Death Note had entered his life, and with it, the power to pass judgment on those he deemed unworthy of life. The echoes of his forgotten past had been drowned out by the thunderous applause of a world that saw Kira as a saviour.
As Light stared at the photograph, he could not help but wonder what his father would think of him now. Soichiro Yagami, the embodiment of unwavering moral code, would never condone the path Light had chosen. But his father's image also reminded him of the burden he carried, the responsibility to rid the world of criminals and fulfil the promise he had made as a child.
With a heavy heart, Light placed the photograph back into the notebook, hidden away once more. The echoes of his past would continue to haunt him, a reminder of the idealism he had once held dear. But in the present, there were more pressing matters at hand. Kira's reign of terror showed no signs of waning, and the shadows of doubt that had crept into his conscience only intensified the moral dilemma he faced.
As the night deepened, Light returned his focus to the stacks of notebooks, his resolve unshaken. Echoes of a forgotten past may reverberate in his mind, but the present demanded his attention. The world was in desperate need of a saviour, and Light Yagami was determined to play that role, regardless of the moral cost.
