[In another universe, maybe, a time that isn't this one, Light Yagami became a killer. The Death Note took everything about the young man that made him great and made him greater; it took everything that made him flawed and made him unforgivable. Blinded by pride, narcissism, idealism, a dream of an unmarred utopia. Discarding the world of its trash and any who would stand in his way. For years, he would be successful, until he was not. Until death took him, as it does all things.
This is not that Light Yagami.
This is the Light Yagami who never found that black notebook on the ground after school, one day. This is the Light Yagami who had moved on with "life", or some facsimile of it. Studying, making connections (never friends, not real friends who understood him), making into Tokyo U. This is the Light who still remains unchallenged, languishing in ennui, but at least he's not a murderer these days.
That's better, right?
There's housing on campus, of course, but Light still visits home on occasion. The weekends are the best time for this, because at least then he can see his family in passing and escape the humdrum of campus life -- it's evening now, on such a weekend, and maybe he should be getting back home. A park is no place for an upstanding young man to be as evening transitions to night.
He's here anyway, spotting a girl with a red jacket. Something about it makes him hesitate, then push forward with equal momentum. His footsteps can be heard as he approaches.]
...Looking for a partner?
[To play with, he means. What was it about this situation that's giving him an impalpable sense of deja vu?]
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This is not that Light Yagami.
This is the Light Yagami who never found that black notebook on the ground after school, one day. This is the Light Yagami who had moved on with "life", or some facsimile of it. Studying, making connections (never friends, not real friends who understood him), making into Tokyo U. This is the Light who still remains unchallenged, languishing in ennui, but at least he's not a murderer these days.
That's better, right?
There's housing on campus, of course, but Light still visits home on occasion. The weekends are the best time for this, because at least then he can see his family in passing and escape the humdrum of campus life -- it's evening now, on such a weekend, and maybe he should be getting back home. A park is no place for an upstanding young man to be as evening transitions to night.
He's here anyway, spotting a girl with a red jacket. Something about it makes him hesitate, then push forward with equal momentum. His footsteps can be heard as he approaches.]
...Looking for a partner?
[To play with, he means. What was it about this situation that's giving him an impalpable sense of deja vu?]