Decidií post this fic here as well. Rumor has it that here fanfiction readers flee when they find something good to read there, so I hope that those readers take pity on me and read me.
try to stick as closely as possible to the original plot, at least initially, which can be boring. But then things will go maso less naturally unfolding.
1. Presentation Light Yagami
Before finding the book that changed my destiny forever, my thinking was not very different from now , true, if you look at Light Yagami before and now actually find significant differences when the mode of action, but the essence was always the same.
My daily routine was unbearable monotony. I got up early because I was enrolled in my deepest codes to be always on time, ceremoniously bathe, dress up, take a balanced breakfast, dressed in an impeccable way with no wrinkles in the shirt and a perfect tie knot , then come early, sometimes before the teachers, sit in the tranquility of living vacíoy reviewing my notes for the umpteenth time, knowing that they needed to do, it would make no difference, as would take the best score.
Then came a teacher and I play the only role I had assigned in this small theater, then the adult sonreíay said: "Look who's here ... Yagami-kun, as always reviewing their studies ... no wonder be the best student of the country ... with that attitude will get you very far "So I wore a charming smile and responded modest things like" I will be less ... "" Just doing my duty ".... My duty, I am a student right? And that's what I do, study, said to be good ... that's what we do at our age. So why do people find it so strange that someone does what it is supposed to do? "No one does what it should ...." He said an inner voice ... and if it was true, I seemed to stand out too much by doing what is expected of me in a world so mediocre and so simple.
gave me nausea.
answered every question in class, meet the challenges presented nothing challenging seme, received words and gestures of admiration of my colleagues , praise and congratulations from my teachers, then at the end of the class rejected invitations to go to the games with her. It's amazing that with such notes on top venture to waste time that way. People are so ... always looking for hedonistic self-gratification of a selfish way instead of trying to do what they should and find satisfaction in it, in the performance.
By that way of thinking in particular is that I never had friends, no girlfriend, no one that interested me more than necessary. For me those things were far from interested, because it really would not aid anything to achieve my career goals and if not yet really expected of me that had a girlfriend, then why?. I came home and greeted with affectionate courtesy my mother, my sister asked for help in doing homework Lips and I, moved by his simple childish, finished accessing. Sometimes I think Dad was always busy as I take the task of being the father of Sayu. After studying a lot, and when I got bored of reading injecting extra knowledge to my brain to bed early, knowing that some sleep was vital to stay lucid the next day.
Then one day looking out the window of the classroom tasteless saw something fall from the sky, you stole my attention for a few seconds. I thought "Sure, kids in the first .. besides walking through the halls screaming contaminate the yard, "Outside the school was a chance to go through there, I saw a notebook as a prize shot and civil duty to give back to someone what is theirs, I went to see who he was. Then on the cover read "Death Note" what a name for a notebook, insurance is one of those bugs Gothic school. I opened it to find more information, then read the first rule "The person whose name is written in the notebook dies," I had to repress the urge to laugh, my god ... who would so stupid and so lazy to walk with a little game as crass as this. I left it lying where it because, in truth, if it was just a silly toy, my sense of duty to return it to owner had disappeared.
But I could not, a prisoner of a strange attraction cast him as I resumed my backpack. After dinner I read the review followed the rules, each seemed more absurd and fanciful. "The person who did this has a lot of imagination ... you became famous writing novels if channeled it in a productive way and not doing stupid toys." Lit the television to watch the news then I saw the news of the kidnapping live, I always came a raging helplessness like.
top that some people do not fulfill their duty in this world, there is another even worse than breaking the rules, harms others and dare to do such despicable acts and so against the rational and virtuous human nature.
I feel nauseous.
I took the book and I said "Well, just to try this thing ... if he dies a criminal and no one will care" let out a laugh to see what I was thinking "Really hope this work? "No more I wrote and then I went to order my desk when they announced that the guy had died of a heart attack. But my rationalism as well established told me it was just a coincidence and should not be altered by a trifle like that.
the next day to return the pre-university course I witnessed harassing a girl, without thinking I wrote the name of
While my life was still there now routinely something else, something stronger and nobler than that urged me to take my time diaa day. He had a noble cause and do not meet stopped at nothing, judged and judged constantly in my free time at the most I could. Then came the day the owner of this notebook shinigami appeared before me and I can not deny that I made a great impression, because not every day a monster who is over two meters height occurs in your home with terrifying expression telling you is a god of death. I sincerely hope that I ask for something in return, but said no, everything was free would just have to endure his presence lurking in everything I do, because "I was bored." I did not complain, really was not used to being together, I was always something a hermit, but when your company is a god of death can not but feel something special. I think then I took no importance nor to the price to be paid by the notebook. He was not afraid of death.
And then he opened the door to the first challenge of my life ... the greatest.
When I saw the famous detective L was challenging me publicly, calling me a murderer, to me, that was cleansing the world of dross I could not but feel the first shock of adrenaline flowing through my veins. But then I was still too young and too trusting of myself to take it seriously, and in the first challenge succumbed to this attack on my pride. If he could catch me and said he had the courage to show it openly and by name and then had to face the wrath of Kira, his executioner. I certainly did not expect was that he had been smart enough to predict my reaction. It had all been a ploy to make me fall, and fell, not only gave me the pleasure of winning the game but also had shown me, showing my location in front of millions of people, not I could only exploit angry, because never in my seventeen years someone had been able to challenge me, no one had been close to reaching even up and down this guy and showed me that I was just another big fish in a sea where it probably had more big fish. I did not care ... because to be honest despite how dangerous the situation was becoming, vertigo caused me to have an opponent, a real opponent, was overwhelming ... I never felt so alive.
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