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Assistant: Title: Death Note Reload
        Author: Egglady Egglady 
        Chapter: 10/14 
        Summary: Light was dying again wasn’t he.He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. He didn’t want to die. Why. Why was life this cruel.He realized after a minute had passed that this was not the all claiming heart attack he remembered. How many had felt that sharp taste of regret light had caused. How many had shaken desperately to live. Clawed at their throat, scrawled at the floor.L hadn’t fought it.Light did.The vomit stained his desk, coating his room in the vileness of Kira.Kurou Otoharada. He had died once more. Everyone on that scene who hadn’t been at danger. Had been claimed. Mauled by an animal, a monster. 
  Kira was back.
 —————————————————————- In Other Words:Light goes back in time but doesn’t get the death note!
        Contents: Chapter 10: Chapter Ten :(
    

    

        
          
          
            Okay realistically. Realistically. This isn’t going to go well like at all. However. It makes me happy. I feel like Mikami would flip his lid when he read the Bible for the first time.
          
        

      
        
          Ayo! Happy Mikami Monday. (Sorry it’s late so it’s a Teru Tuesday.)Tw: Gay people. Ryuga Hideki. German audio drama content. Mikami. Stalking. Surveillance. Eating disorder. Chip denial. P@rn. God complex’s.
            
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    Light has returned home. A mix of studying and investigating had left him exhausted, yes, but also relieved. He has a lead suspect after all. Kiyomi Takada.The attractive and quick witted spokesperson, who following her demise had taken a rather aggressive front. Her despondent hate for Kira may have been a trick to fool others, but he would never fall for something so baseless.Well, he hoped he wouldn’t.He had been spending his days and nights tiredly investigating her but as of now nothing overly suspicious had wrung its head around for the ex-god to focus on. It was for this reason that the high schooler found himself battling to keep his eyes open.He had practically dragged himself home like a corpse. Not that he was familiar with the action of course. He had to maintain his perfect grade and image, no matter how tired he was. All he needed was a break. A nice relaxing shower, a nightmare free rest, and some time to himself.He went to open the door.The door handle wasn’t angled right.Well, at least L was on schedule. No matter how annoying, rude and completely against basic human rights this schedule held. Light walked through the house quietly. His door trick had proven yet again that L had put the house under surveillance.While this wouldn't normally be an issue for Light. Seeing as he is not only innocent but working to stop Kira, he had a slight issue that was sure to cause suspicion.The fluffy appendages currently tied firmly to his back.With full certainty Light was sure he couldn’t let L catch sight of them. The very presence of something supernatural would lead to him locked up and tested on until the worlds #1 detective had pinned the Kira killing on him. Light would be cut open like a school project, L would pull apart his innards to search for the smallest hints of a clue.Light shuttered at the thought as he collapsed at the desk. His study material had been memorized front to back. Every question. Every Infographic. He had it all filed neatly in the back of his mind. Still his entrance exams were soon.Toho University was his original introduction to Takada. It has been his introduction to L. It was the next step many Light would have to take for his future. He would need to excel, to bring back absolute perfection for his family. He needed to be worthy.Light could not disappoint.He turned open his book.———————-“I didn’t know he went through such measures of security.” Soichiro had huffed. He shifted his weight anxiously at every action his child did.Light had returned the paper slip into his door and checked the handle when he walked in. The boy had quickly gotten to studying. His books had been messily stacked before he had taken to scrawling out answer upon answers. The highschooler looked bored out of his mind. Empty. His eyes drifted over the pages like a prisoner.“It’s nothing overtly nefarious, if anything it’s normal for a kid his age to ensure privacy.” L had comforted Soichiro. L actually wasn’t sure if that was true. He had similar measures as a kid but he was anything but a normal teen.Light wasn’t either.The only possible explanation was that he was Kira. The very basis of himself relied on his image. He was a perfect boy. He worked hard. Got good grades. He spent essentially all his free time studying. The teen was bored out of his mind.———————-“Liiiiight I’m home.” Sayu had called out. Slamming the door behind her and rushing up the stairs.The older sibling turned to another page on his booklet. The whole exercise seemed pointless. What was the point in studying with such intensity for Toho? He knew he was going to do perfect. It was impossible for anything less. The most damning thing of all was going through the motions. Again and again. Over and over. Light wanted to leave it all behind. He knew he had done it before, he could receive the questions front to back. He knew he wouldn't fail. So why was he so worried?“Light, can you help me out?” Sayu had asked as she barged in. the lead snapped with a click as she barged in. throwing herself onto the bed.  “If it’s math you are on your own.” He warned as he closed up his textbooks. Sayu had collapsed onto his bed. “I do believe the record states I warned you I’d be busy this week.” His sister, ever dramatic, brought a hand to her face to showcase how ‘hurt’ this revelation made her. “hey! And here I thought you cared… " He laughed as she pulled her phone out.
“You thought wrong.” Light had finished. Sayu’s response of a pillow harshly hitting his face didn't phase him. He had much more pressing issues. Not having her reveal anything to the cameras.She was rather happy today. She had recently taken to bugging him about the tv dramas she watched, the gossip with models, and any tibet she could get on Misa Misa. Sayu seemed determined to break him, starting with the most annoying idol she could pick. All the news on Misa picking new agencies and apparently being casted in a new show had not really interested him. Still he took note, it may make him look like some Stan but he needed to make sure she wasn't acting on the behalf of Kira.“Hey, I'm thinking of going to a fan event. Want to cosplay with me?” Sayu had pestered.“No. I’m trying to focus on my future. You should do the same.” Light replied tiredly. Sayu went to turn on his gaming console. A break would be nice… he followed. “Are you sure?” Sayu asked as she placed the cartage inside. Humming happily.“You would do great with Ryuga’s newest role he also has—” Light quickly shoved his hand over her face. Her shock mixed with pity. Light hated it.“Can we just not talk about it?” Light went for his controller. “Can we …just Ignore it?”Sayu grabbed her remote and clicked through some options. “I don’t see why you hate it.”Light tense. He gripped the controller with a dangerous intensity. “Sayu… please drop it.”“Maybe you could tell the parents,” She selected Samus. “They wouldn’t judge you.”“I asked to drop it.” He selected Pikachu.“They’d still love you. I love you.”The round started. Light had quickly found himself losing to her onset attacks. He missed Ryuk’s lack of strategy. He would pick at random and spam attacks.“I know.”—----------------------------“Do you have any suspicions as to what that could mean, Chief Yagami?” L asked. While he had his own conclusions to draw, it wouldn’t hurt to get a second opinion.“No I…I hadn’t realized they were keeping any secrets.” Soichiro admitted with his head low. So this was how it is. Perhaps it was related to his interest.Would it be possible that the well mannered Light Yagami, the supposed womanizer, the charismatic manipulator, was hiding his sexuality? He wasn’t exactly sure the extent of Light’s hiding but it was a possibility.If it was, L could surely make use of it. He had his own personal taste, he could surely seduce Kira if need be. Though it could be something deeper.Ryuga Hideki’s newest character hadn’t been overtly gay. His actor however….was a different story. Perhaps he was giving Light too much of an out. Maybe Sayu was knowing and complacent in his crimes.Would Light tell her how he killed? That he killed?He had no evidence now but he’d figure it out. Sooner or later.Light walked downstairs at his sister's call. He made sure to mess up her hair while she was distracted. Sitting down at the table with polite precision.The game was afoot.—--------------------------Light was overjoyed that his mom had taken the time to put aside some tofu before she crisped the rust up. Fried tofu was nice, yes. But Light found the soft food was much better textured, having it practically melt in his mouth was much better than the crunching mess of food.Sayu had taken to clinging to the Tv. Practically drooling obnoxiously over her newest obsession. The drama depicted some dramatic romantic confessions that made Sayu excited.“He's so cool!” Sayu leaned away from the screen. Clapping her hands happily. “Why can’t my Classmates be as cool as him?”“Sayu come eat your dinner.” Sachiko chided. Putting out a plate for her. Light smiled and looked over.“Besides Ryuga isn’t even that cool. His acting is actually quite poor.” Light pointed out. Going for a round of Devil's advocate.Sayu had gasped in anger. Jumping up and running over to the dinner table. She pointed at Light with the dramatic conviction of a fictional villain.“You take that back,” Sayu huffed. “How dare you sully his good name.”Light smiled. “All I said was the truth. I’m sorry you can’t handle it.”Sayu sat down with a huff. Shoving her meal quickly down her throat as she went to argue out again.“How would you feel if I Insulted Misa Misa?” Sayu Taunted. She was met with an eye roll.“I would feel just fine because I’m not an obsessed fan like you. I can handle treating them like a person.”Sayu’s response was cut off by the TV flickering to life. Her drama had been changed to the Emergency News broadcast. She gasped and walked over. Sachiko followed.“‘In response to the Kira murders, the Interpol decided to send 1500 agents to Japan.’”Sayu gasped. She looked up at Light. He picked up his plate. “‘The agents were selected from member nations.’ 1500 agents? Wow.” She continued. Amazed.The point of this exercise Light didn’t know. L had wanted a slip up. He wanted to incite fear. To win. It hadn’t worked once.Light sigh. “The international police must be incompetent.”“What?”Sayu walked up to him, “Why would you say that?”“What’s the point of making that announcement? If they are bringing so many to investigate, it would be better to keep it a secret.” Light grabbed his plate.“Kira even killed those FBI agents. Why wouldn’t he do it again? I think this is just a desperate attempt to intimidate Kira in hope to get him to give himself away. It wouldn’t surprise me if Kira doesn’t fall for it.”He washed his dish as he spoke. Sayu nodded quickly. He wondered if L hated that response from him. It was meant to provoke him, yes. But L could do that with everything. It was his hidden talent.He walked into the pantry. If he was going to study for an exam he knew he would pass. He might as well get a snack.“What. You're grabbing a snack already?” Sayu walked over and went to grab one. “Your good looks will fade if you keep that up?”Light wanted to tear his ears out. He put the bag down. He didn’t need it this time afterall.“It’s for studying. You should try it some time.”—------------------------Light had been antsy for the past hour. His pacing, coupled with his fidgeting while studying, had come to a head Even Sochiro noticed. Light grabbed out the cover of a Statistics Textbook among other…books.“He studies till dinner and then… immediately begins studying again?” L asked as he picked out a soft mochi from his plate. Examining it in his hands.“The exams are only a week away.” Sochiro held a proud smile, “He's going to study until he falls asleep.”L picked up his mochi. Swallowing harshly.“Weeell, you could put it that way.” L had concluded with a smirk. Would Kira really like women degrading themself in such a manner? Especially in his holy righteous viewpoint?Soichiro put his head in his hand in shame. “Good lord.”Speaking of the gods.L picked up another Mochi, it held firmly as he bit into it. “"Skimpy Catholics" on the curriculum this year?”Soichiro looked away, his face red but sullen. “My son of all people…”What was most interesting to L was the lack of interest from Light. He examined it like a textbook. If he wasn’t also looking at the barely covered Breast across the page he would assume Light was still hard at work. He had shown more interest in the equations before.He couldn’t hide his amusement, “It looks like a pile of books for
studying…..” L stopped to pick up the final Mochi on his plate. “and with a very wide definition, that's true... Mandatory material, so to say. Camera 7, zoom in just a little... I'd like to read the titles. “The camera slowly zoomed. He could feel Soichiro’s rage turn over by every second.L slurped at his mochi half mindlessly."Minxes in Uniforms"Soichiro huffed, “ What we're doing here isn't right.”Light had lost his Moral Authority the second he started killing. L would not let something so baseless sway him.L Reached for his tea, testing its sweetness with a sip. “You’re right, It isn’t fair.” L Sipped, “We're looking for a killer. He's looking at dirty booklets.”Soichiro sounded Disgusted. Was this the reason for Light’s seemingly lack of interest in his own…media. Had the S@x repulsion been genetic. L felt bad for Sachiko.“I'm just saying, watching this. is wrong.” Soichiro sighed with resignation. He knew he was fighting a losing battle.“If we witness it coming to a murder, it'll be worth it.” L had comforted. He knew it had to be Kira. Everyday the Percentage increased. What was he playing at here.“Though 'coming' might be the wrong term here.”—-----------------------He had slept without changing. Without showering. Without anything. It was the worst feeling Light had faced. He had his heart drain the life out of him. He had been shot. His bones shattered.Nothing compares to the shame and filth of skipping his hygienic routine. He was sure L caught notice of it. Still it was better than L dragging him to some expermstion because of his wings.He felt disgusting. Vile. He scrubbed at his face lightly before backing his bag. He needed a stop away from the constant watch. He also needed to investigate the potential supporters of Takada.Mikami Teru.“Light, is everything okay?” Sayu asked when he walked by. He understood her worry. He looked terrible, smelled subpar, and carried a duffel bag of his clothes and textbooks.“Yes Sayu,” Light grabbed an apple from the fridge. He placed it in his bag. “I’m going to a study meeting.”Sayu had reached to pat his back. Light flinched.“Don’t overwork yourself.”
—-------------------------Mikami had been sweeping. It was one of his rare chances to clean his house and nothing could get in his way. The amount of Blonde hair he had to lint roll off of his couches so far was an atrocity?Was it shedding? He didn’t understand women.Perhaps he should get a pet. A guard dog to keep her away. It would be less hair to keep away. Not to mention all the occultish gifts she brought.Mikami understood that it was a show of endearment and good will. Still he didn’t see the appeal in anything she had gangled into his perfect safe place.The most recent being a stone and rose quartz statue of an angel. While Mikami could appreciate the biblical imagery, the Rose quartz scythe lacked the holy appeal he preferred with his decoration.Misa had claimed it would bring him God's admiration. What blasphemy. Light wouldn’t be compelled by some ugly Rock effigy. No matter how appealing an idea it was.His phone buzzed repeatedly.It was a text from god?He could already feel himself apologizing to Misa. Light_Bulb:  I’m coming over Light_Bulb: R U busy? If so let me know Yes/No please respond. Light_Bulb: No Pressure. Please respondMikami could almost feel his legs collapsing. He held himself against the wall as his knees buckled. He had prayed for such an opportunity. God had truly trusted him. He was coming over to judge Mikami. He would make god Proud. Mikami Teru 1982: Yes. I will gladly let you come over. What times and dates would be best? Will you require assistance getting over here? Mikami Teru 1982:If there is any way I can be of assistance let me know; What do you need set up? Light_Bulb:  Here
—-----------------------Did he really have to do this for a decent shower? It was better to play up Mikami’s obsession then to let his Shinigami traits get discovered by L.Dealing with the man’s affection gushing. He wasn’t even his god this time around? The Worship was purely out of place. Maybe Mikami had very little social interaction if he found himself this normal.He hadn’t even gotten his knock finished before he heard the heavy mechanical sound of the door unlocking. With a measured cadence it opened. Slow and wirey. The warm Light of Mikami’s  flood out into the Damp rainy streets.Mikami looked….good. His hair had been washed recently, fluffy and Airy. It clings to his forehead in the mild humidity of the rain. His glasses hung off his face with a slight angle.He leaned against the wall of the door. His tie hung untied across his buttoned shirt. He must have dressed quickly to impress. His jacket was abandoned in the house. His sleeves rolled. His face looked down at Light, with the pink flush of admiration.His eyes surely gave out to something else. Perhaps disgust? Light was aware he wasn’t to his usual standard of appearance, yes. But he had only neglected hygiene for a day for this turn around.It was mortifying.“You look good Mikami,” Light walked closer to the door. He didn’t budge. “It’s nice to see you again.”“Yes.” He quickly agreed. He looked Light up and down. “You look….”“Like sh@t I know.” Light pushed against him. Mikami jumped with surprise. Forgetting himself. He moved to let Light in.“Which way is the shower?”“The shower?” Mikami started, he messed with his collar when anxious. A habit Light had failed to notice before.“I Can’t use the one at my house so I assumed yours would be open.” Light placed his bag down, he pulled out his emergency Skin care supplies, “Sorry if that was presumptuous.”Mikami Quickly walked over to the bathroom. Light watched him hurriedly clean it. His razor had recently been used. Light caught the smooth face of Mikami. He wondered how often he cleaned himself off in such a manner.Had he done it to please Light? Or had he caught him at the right time.“I can take it from here. Thank you Mikami.”Mikami had shook at his touch. He stood at attention and regarded Light carefully. His face has delved into crimson. He stuttered slightly as he looked away. He was the very image of a young love struck school girl. He messed with his collar again. Tracing his finger on his neck as he stood at the door.“Ah yes… of course,” Mikami turned away. Light could only imagine the thoughts running through his head. “I’ll be outside if you need me.”In this world. Without Kira warping them. Mikami was politer but oppinated, he was flustered but confident. He respected Light as an equal. He enjoyed his presence.Bitterly Light wondered if that would change with his memories. If Mikami had known of Light's actions last time. Would he worship the very steps he took? Would he pray to help Light?Would he offer to help Light in the shower?One could say Light’s ego was too big. His hubris is too far.Light would require self awareness to agree.Mikami had kept bare necessities in stock. His toothpaste seemed roughly average. With Mikami’s salary one would expect Luxury items and fine soap. If Light to guess Mikami saw it as a waste. Afterall he cleaned up well enough without it.Light disliked the glass doors. It was a complete lack of privacy. Still it was a risk he was willing to take. —---------------------“I thought you were about to faint.” Ryuk giggled to himself. He flew around the room While Mikami hurried to put it together. Laughing at the state the prosecutor was in.Which Mikami had to admit. Wasn’t great.His first order of business had been of course to hide his incriminating evidence. His god had trusted him in his hour of need. He needn't break that trust.The sound of the running shower had filled the apartment with a humble reminder. God was here with them. Blessing his house with his very presence. Mikami felt woozy. He leaned on the couch.“Ryuk. Could you do me a favor?” Mikami had muttered as he leaned against the wall.“No amount of apples could make me do that.” Ryuk replied immediately. Making a mess of the table Mikami had just cleaned. He was trying to embarrass him in front of god.“You don’t even know what I was gonna ask,” He crouched down towards Light’s bag. It was much heavier than he’d expected. “It could have been something very easy. Worth the price.”“It’s never worth the price with you Teru.” Ryuk had reached out for one of the tea glasses Mikami had put out. Mikami slapped his hand away. “I’m not a pet you know.”“I’m aware. A pet would be much more agreeable.” Mikami bit back. Settling on his seat on the couch. Lights back pulled up to him.“I’m serious. I could write your name in my death note right now.” Ryuk had threatened. His glare was sharp.Mikami laughed. Much to Ryuk’s displeasure.“God can’t see you eat Apples Ryuk. Make sure to give us privacy and eat them later.” Mikami unclipped Lights bag and pulled out his work journal.“What’s the interest in that?” Ryuk asked.Mikami ignored him in favor of reading through light work. Only to find himself completely and utterly destroyed. The pages. There were more photos than notes. Covered in detail practically everything about Takada. Notes on her interest and motives. Events she had attended. Her opinion on Kira.His god was obsessed with someone who had selfishly failed him. Who had cost them their entire victory.“Hyuk Hyuk,” Ryuk cackled at Mikami’s sour expression, “what’s wrong Teru?”Mikami wanted to scream. His god had picked favorites. Picked wrongly.
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“Rue Ryuzaki.”  Naomi muttered as she sat down across from L. She offered him his oversweetend coffee.“Yes Massacre?” L replied tiredly. Smiling at his tea being right. A rarity with the force.“Do you get a sick kick out of it?” She muttered, “I’m sure B would be ecstatic.”He would. If he heard they shared the same Alias he would probably celebrate.“I don’t know what you're talking about.”—-----------------Light found himself struggling to dry his wings. The dreadful things had found themselves getting bigger and bigger with time. The feathered beast he was trying to care for now took up most of his back. They weighed heavily when wet.This must be how birds feel in the rain. It’s quite unpleasant. He found himself wishing he brought a hair dryer for them. When he had successfully bound them and covered himself with some comfortable clothes. He walked out towards Mikami’s living room. Mikami himself was reading casually. Strewn out on his chair. He was startled when noticing Light. Jumping to help him with whatever he could.“Was it Satisfactory?” Mikami started by bringing out the pitcher of tea he had brewed. Placing it down as he sat at the table. “I would have prepared the shower better had I anticipated you using it.”He was the perfect dog. Willing and adamant to please. Loving and caring. He would be Light’s finest supporter till he was put down like the mutt he was.“It was nice.” Light sat down. Mikami offered him a glass. “Thank you for indulging me.”“Oh no. Don’t thank me,” Mikami poured his own cup carefully. “It’s just what friends do.”Light sipped at his tea. He had to play this carefully. Even if Mikami hadn’t reclaimed his memories. He was dangerously loyal to Kira’s ideals. He wanted to better the world. The most frightening factor however, he was intelligent enough to pull it off.“I’m glad to call you a friend then,” Light placed his cup down, “because I’ll be sure to do this again.”Mikami fidgeted on the floor. Pulling at the edges of his belt loops. His jacket lay over his thighs. He looked at the light with admiration. A dedication to please. He bit at his lip as he observed Light. His breath heavy since the shower.Oh.
   Oh. 
Light could work with this. He was a master manipulator after all. All the time he had thrilled Misa, Kissed Takada. Everytime he praised Matsuda, Tricked The force. It was nothing. He had this.The heat building on himself was just how good his acting has gotten. The pink brushed on his cheeks was a coincidence. He leaned in close to Mikami. His dilated eyes was a helpful move.It wasn’t affection. It was acting. Point stop.“Yes. I’m glad to call you a friend.” Mikami had confessed. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again. Especially so soon.”Light leaned away slightly. It felt far too hot in this room. He would have to turn on a fan later.“I wouldn’t let you go so easily,” Light breathed, “I like a challenge.”If Mikami was Takada’s accomplice Light would find out. He was certain. He would break it out of him. Not today. Not tomorrow. But slowly. With agony.Mikami would regret every decision he made instead of choosing him.—---------------——-God had fallen asleep studying. On him. His shoulder rested perfectly. His hair messily coating his face. His god was at peace.Mikami wanted to cry. He had to be dreaming. Or he was dead in heaven. His god had an interest in Kira. In him. He was sprawled out on his coach in his moments of rest. Of weakness. Light has sworn to find Kira. Mikami would help of course. His god was every bit perfect. Just.Ryuk laughed over him. It was a mood ruiner.Mikami would take his interest. Would claim it. He would prove himself better than the rest.His god stirred. His breath is soft and warm. His eyes looked like a doe in the morning light. He leaned into Mikami’s touch. Waking slowly.“Mikami,” his voice was deep and airy. Like a perfume. “What time is it?”Mikami hummed as he checked Lights watch. “5 o clock.” He watched the Surprise shine in God's eyes. He stumbled up.“I’ve been here all day?” Light stretched tiredly. “I’ve got to go.”“To Takada?” Mikami asked with rare courage, “or are you really studying this time?”Light tensed. His god. All knowing and wise. He hadn’t expected Mikami to notice. Mikami knew how to play this game. He knew no matter how, he needed to be on God's side.“How long have you known?” God turned, “that she is a suspect.”“Well not for long,” Mikami pulled at his collar, “I’ve also been investigating afterall.”God's eyes didn't look surprised. Suspicious, yes. Intrigued very. But he didn’t hold an ounce of unexpected results.“Have you found Kira then?” God didn’t sound hopeful. He sounded desperate.“No,” perjury against Kira, “but i'd hold a better chance with your help.”Light hummed. He curled Mikami’s hair in his finger.“You're right.” He pulled slightly. Calling Teru’s attention. “You would.”
—--------------Thankfully no one has questioned where he had gone. His studying was constant. Exhausting. He has reread this page for perhaps the tenth time.Mikami must think him kira.  It was the only option. Only possibility. That’s why he’s revealed his own search. Offer to help light. He thought Light was hiding his own Godhood.It was an enjoyable turn of events to hold Mikami an ally. However,  short lived. He was sure once they got a lead they would enter opposing Fields. Mikami’s care and admiration would turn sour.Afterall Light wasn’t his god.Light was currently a stressed teenager with an exam two days away. One who couldn’t fail.
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 “From one murderer to another. See you in hell.”He thrashed as he woke. Sweat clung like honey. He struggled to breath, the air too thick for his lungs, too harsh. He sputtered under his blankets.Light knew that if god was real. If it wasn’t him. If all his delusions of changing the world had been thought of. Proven wrong.That god too was broken.Because Light was made in his image.In the strewn out covers he cried in. Holding his head as the echoes of gunshots rattled at his brain. Ready to shatter his skull. To crumble what remains of him.That whatever god had sent him back. Was just as alone. Just as painful.For their legacy. For their effort. Had brought a scared child to bed. Who didn’t even deserve to live once.A murderer deserves to be punished. A criminal deserves death.And in his tear stained pillow. His tightly held hair. His bated breath as he clung to the sensation of it. That he would be punished.Because Light chooses Death.
   He chose justice. 
If his tears were watched through the pitied eyes of his father. Of his greatest enemy. Of his first friend. He didn’t care. All he cared for was their chance. The glimpse of a better life. That he could see the light he threw away. The sun he dampened so he could turn on the crude Neon Lights he made himself.As long as he hated this feeling. As long as he could barely breathe.  As long as he could feel the ache of emptiness in his bones it was okay.Because it was retribution. Because the law was absolute. The rotten would pay. Not with their lives. But with their entire life.If he had to hear his fathers disdain every night he would. If he had to hear the shots ring out as he begged for a chance. He’s stomach it.Because it was his entire being now. He would make him proud. Not with his grades. Or with marriage. Or a successful career.No he would do it with his very being. Because he had a responsibility. As a son.One that his father would know.The only time his father was proud of him was when light looked in the mirror. In the hollowed out reflection of his family that light saw himself being.He didn’t inherit anything you’d expect.Light didn’t get his mother’s smile, or his father's eyes.He didn’t get the deep rich hair, or the full   broad shoulders.No you couldn’t see anything of his family when you looked at him.But if you cut him open. Carved open his ribs and pulled out his heart. You’d find it was Soichiro.If Sochiro’s heard him sobbing. Clinging to the fear that awoke him. Begging for it to stop. He would forgive him. Because he had done his duty.—-------------Light screaming awake had caught Soichiro’s attention. He seemed to have some paternal instinct take over as he watched Light curl under his blankets.Nightmares weren’t strictly a sign of being Kira. But the guilt would surely bring it on. L didn't need further evidence. He was certain of Light's guilt.Even if he was sobbing into his pillow. Struggling to breathe as he ripped his hair out. He was a murderer.He was kira.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Psst. Chapter 10!!!!! Sorry this was a day late. I hade unfortunately am not immune to the curse. As evident by my 3 hour emergency appointment at the doctors this weekend.'
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