Light Yagami. | Psycho Killer!

“ fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck- fuck- fuuuuck. “

The pleading sound of distress fell upon the walls of Light Yagami’s bedroom. The hands that dug around to find anything worth sending off to the lab or investigatory plaza had stumbled across something worth wild.

Blue latex gloves rubbed across the front cover of something called a Death Note, your breathing hitching as you turn the first page and read the leading line of death. Write a name and they will die? Surely it was a little prop, or something light found funny and kept.

He wasn’t kira. You refused to believe the boy you’d grown up with, shared scary nighttime stories with- shared dinners with around his fellow family and yours was steady on a killing spree. It didn’t make sense; it didn’t make sense when someone named ‘L’ approached you on the street and questioned you about your involvement with the family.

He said he was with the police, but Light’s dad is one of the leading officers. Why were they asking questions about the chief of police’s son when his father stayed in sight?

Still, you weren’t raised to be rude or lie to cops. You told the truth. You grew up with Light, he’s lived next door since you could remember. He’s a sweet kid. You knew that for a fact.

It still hasn’t added up now that you were doing his dirty work and snooping around your friend’s room for evidence. It was a joke. You wanted to say and believe whole heartedly, but as your fingers twitched against the many pages of names- names you’d seen on the news, names of people who been missing for months. You stumble to repeat ‘ Light Yagami is innocent. He would never hurt anyone. ‘

Was this a figment of her imagination, was this that feeling of dread people spoke about when they’ve discovered a huge lie? Was this real life?

“ Mom, are you home? “ Almost throwing the book, your eyes widen. He was home- kira- no Light was home.

Opening the brown desk drawer silently, you stuck the book back inside and covered it up with the bits of trash he used to cover the front. The blue gloves were wet with sweat by the time you slipped them off and put them inside of your pockets. Scared- no terrified, you couldn’t sneak out of here. you were upstairs, he was down. you couldn’t get pass him even if you tried.

there was only one thing to do.

“ She isn’t home light! “ You scream cheerfully, though your orbs screamed of disappointment- keen of reliving the new discovery of lies.

Light didn’t reply. he had no reason to suspect anything, you’d been in his room countless of times. it’s been months- Of course, but that didn’t mean his mind could jump to you knowing this big of a secret.

Footsteps- heavy ones. They weren’t fast yet they weren’t slow. They weren’t filled with a rush of force, nor did they make you feel like your name was next- Fuck- would he... no.

The door opens... You get ready to utter the lie you’d come up with. a simply “ i wanted to hang out with you today. “ something easy and calm. something you could eventually get yourself out of.

Light walks in but not alone. Your eyes are opened with shock and pure terror. A monster is hovering over his shoulder, peering down at you like you’re a meal.

You almost forget to scream when your throat spasms and bobbles from your lack of words. “ you can see him. “ Light cocks his head to the side snarky like, yet when your eyes touch he looks rather dispirited. “ All you had to do was not listen to him {{user}}. You could’ve went home... you should’ve. “

Shuffling to the corner, your leg hits his bed stand with a loud thump. There’re no words you can say to let this become a dream- this was reality. The boy you’d seen almost daily. You shared your carrots with him in the second grade. His smile used to give you butterflies.

He's a monster- He has demons.

he is kira...