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breakfast-cereal · 8 months ago

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⏰ 🚨 attention please🙏🚨

Dear friends and compassionate supporters,

This is Eman Zaqout, from Occupied Gaza, Palestine. I am a Biotechnologist ,🩸💉 and scientific researcher contacting you at a really desperate moment.

I am seeking your assistance to raise funds for saving our lives, facing the starvation in Gaza and help me achieve my doctoral degree dream after being awarded OWSD PhD Fellowship for inspirational women🍉👩‍🎓

just like any motivated and loving life woman, and for years, I poured my heart and soul into my work at Al-Shifa Hospital and Turkish Palestinian Friendship Hospital, as Biotechnology Specialist serving cancer patients with compassion and skill.

photos of Turkish Palestinian Friendship Hospital before and after the IDF destruction

photos of Al-Shifa Hospital before and after the IDF destruction

I also gave medical lectures to students at different universities and training centers in Gaza👇☑

As a result of my outstanding grades in my study and the excellent performance in my job, I have been a holder of different scholarship and I am active participant in many research visits and scientific missions. 💪The last scholarship as at McGill University in Canada three months ago before the starting of the genocide in Gaza.😫

However,😥

My life changed dramatically when Israeli military launched a sweeping war against Gaza. My home and our neighborhood in the North have been destroyed along with our belongings and precious memories early in this crisis.😢💔

My job and my husband's job are gone. Israeli military forced us to evacuate from the north Gaza to the south where they claimed it would be the safe zone but it is not at all. Our sweet home and neighborhood have been destroyed 😥😭💔

Forced to flee with nothing but the clothes on our backs, today, we find ourselves sheltering in a displacement camp lacking access to sanitation, medical supplies, food and drinkable water. I will not talk a lot about the dire and unbearable life we have to go through, as no word can express it fairly 🥺😣

The good news in the midst of this tragedy, that I am one of the 22 women from the developing world who have been awarded OWSD- PhD fellowship to pursue my PhD study in Malaysia🍉💪. But now I am stuck in Gaza unable to achieve my dream because Israeli army has occupied and closed all the border crossings 😭💔

Meet 22 fellows awarded OWSD PhD fellowship

This genocide has been 11 months of hell and horror. We have reached a point where there is no hope left for us here in Gaza, where we are unfortunately just waiting for our turn to die.

Nevertheless,

I refuse to succumb to despair, holding on to the belief that brighter days lie ahead.

With your kindness and generosity🥺, I hope to survive the genocide and reclaim the path to achieving my doctorate 💉🩸

Your compassionate aid would mean the world to me and my family.🥺🙏❤🇵🇸✌

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breakfast-cereal · 10 months ago

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the world's three greatest detectives' Halloween philosophy

word count: 1.9k

description: Yagami Light's willpower is tested by a detective in a bad costume.

notes: written for Day 31 of @deathnotetober 2024

[main masterlist] [work on ao3]

(c: Munch)

“Don’t you think your costume is a little too on the nose, Light?” Ryuuk laughs, flicking the scythe lying on Light’s desk.

“It’s popular in America.” He slides his pen into the cupholder. “Plus, Sayu got it for me, and she wouldn’t let me leave the house without it.”

“Your love for the Shinigami is flattering. I think you might care about death more than I do.”

The tassels on Ryuuk’s belt jingle as he swirls around the room, dragging his long nails through pumpkin and ghost garlands.

Light swivels with a scowl. “My mom put those up; stop playing with them.” He shoves his homework into a black bag with a purple spider on the front, slipping a pencil into his pants pocket. “Of course, I care about death more than you do. All the Shinigami are indifferent. Some humans are, too.”

“Killing people isn’t as fun as it seems.” The ghost charm falls from his hand and knocks against the wall.

“I’m not killing people.” Light shrugs his cloak over his head. “There’s a difference between the Death Note and murder. I’m–”

“All you humans are so naïve.” Ryuuk interrupts. “I don’t have enough apples to listen to you get philosophical with me.”

Light rolls his eyes. “I have to go downstairs. Sayu and her friends are waiting for me.”

He tip-toes out of his door, careful to avoid the attention of Sayu’s friends giggling in the kitchen. Ryuuk trails behind him, throwing nail clippings into the carpet. Though Light knows no one else will see them, he glares at the disrespect.

“You know, I’ve been reading some of those philosophy books you have on your shelf.”

Light nods, hoping Ryuuk will shut up. He doesn’t.

“That guy–what’s his name–Socrates?” He scratches his head. “Well, whatever his name is, he’s annoying. So human. All of you think too much for creatures who can die so easily. At least Shinigami are hard to kill.”

Light bites his cheek. The night should run smoothly if he can find some apples and maybe a pair of headphones.

He meets his sister and her friends at the dining table, glancing at the water bottles stuffed into the girl’s purse next to him.

“You aren’t drinking, are you, Sayu?”

She guffaws and crosses her arms over her cat costume as a blush rises to her cheeks. “What!? No way. Don’t be such a prude, Light.”

“Light-kun is right,” L says, exiting the kitchen, already holding a handful of candies. “Drinking so young will make you stupid.”

“Ryuuzaki,” Light frowns. “What are you doing here?”

“That’s a rude way to say hello to your guest.” He itches up his pant leg with his bare foot. “Your sister invited me in. Don’t you like my costume?” L smiles, wearing nothing but his regular clothing. Chocolate lines his gums.

Light pinches between his brows. He might need to borrow a water bottle.

“What are you supposed to be? A nuisance?”

“Light!” Sayu hits his arm. “Be nice to our guest. Ryuuzaki was just saying how helpful Dad’s been on the investigation.” She raises her eyebrows.

“Light-kun, you seem a bit—short-tempered. Is something the matter? Is it my costume?”

Like the annoying child he is, L flicks the edge of Light’s scythe. Ryuuk cackles, and Light swears a blood vessel in his forehead bursts.

“Your costume is quite fitting,” he leans in, the scent of chocolate and caramel hitting Light’s cheek. “Kira.” Light nearly combusts.

Ryuuk snorts, “Is this what you humans call reality TV?”

Sayu’s friend, a short chubby girl who was obviously interested in Light a year earlier, laughs. “What are you two whispering about? Sayu says you’re part of an important investigation, Yagami-senpai. Is it about that?”

“Are girls your age supposed to be this nosey?” L tilts his head like he’s truly interested in the question he just asked. Itsuko, whose name Light only just remembered, flushes.

“What—no—I,” she sputters, adjusting the halo on her head. “Your brother’s friend is so mean, Sayu!”

“Light, tell Ryuuzaki to be nice. He’s upsetting my friends.”

L raises his hands defensively. “I was only asking a question.”

Light tightens his grip on his scythe. “Lay off, Ryuuzaki. You can’t barge in while you’re not even wearing a costume and act like you own the place.”

“But I am wearing a costume! I’m the world’s best detective. Like Sherlock Holmes.” He pops a chocolate into his mouth and throws the wrapper onto the floor.

Light turns to his sister, forcing a smile. “Are you ready to get going, Sayu? I saw some cool houses on my way back from school.”

She nods, her cat ears bouncing as she hops down the hallway, arms linked with her friends.

While walking by L, Light hisses, “Behave. And pick up your garbage.”

His eyes widen, and a grin stretches across his chapped lips. Light hates him. “35%, Kira.”

“Shut up.”

“40%.”

The night is bitter, burning against Light’s cheeks. By the second block, his scythe is an uncomfortable weight in his fist. His cloak collects leaves and everything else on the ground within a metre distance.

L chews loudly on a gummy candy he pried from the hands of a little kid in a dinosaur costume. He only shrugged when they burst into tears, walking away before their mother could chew him out.

For the smartest man in the world, he’s incredibly grating and inconsiderate. Every time he opens his weird, chapped mouth, Light fights the urge to whack him over the head with his scythe. It would probably raise his Kira percentage, whatever that means.

“Light-kun,” he starts for the twelfth time that night. “Are you popular with kids your age?”

Light squawks. “Excuse me?”

“Well, I was just wondering since you seem to be out at Halloween with your sister instead of at a party. Now that you’re in university, I’m sure there are several parties you could go to, unless you weren’t invited, of course.”

“You don’t seem to have a problem showing up unannounced, Ryuuzaki,” he snaps.

“It wasn’t a personal insult, Light-kun. Merely a question.”

Ryuuk grips Light’s shoulders, dangling an earring in his face. “Light,” he whines. “When are we getting apples? I didn’t come out here for nothing! Not that this isn’t pretty interesting.”

Light swats his hand backwards. L’s gaze follows the movement, calculating, deciphering. His mind works faster than any regular person could imagine. Light despises him for it.

“Yes, I’m popular with people my age, which I’m sure you wouldn’t understand.”

L sucks on a lollipop, nodding.

“My priorities are set on school and the investigation. I’m only here to chaperone Sayu.” Light sidesteps a child wearing a sheet ghost costume, brushing against L’s shoulder. He’ll need to take a shower later.

Sayu’s friend in a devil costume laughs, jogging down the street to a house lit with red lanterns and covered in fake cobwebs. Several children crowd around the entrance to the garage, which is lined with caution tape.

“Light,” she calls. “Let’s go into the haunted house!”

Light shakes his head with a laugh. “You go in with your friends. I’ll wait out here for you.”

“You’re no fun,” Sayu whines as she jumps into the garage with a giggle.

Itsuko frowns, though Light can barely make out her lips in the darkness. “Are you sure, Yagami-senpai? You have the perfect costume for it!”

“Don’t worry,” L beams, wrapping his arm around Light’s shoulders. Light shrugs him off with a grimace. “Light-kun will have fun out here with me.”

Itsuko’s frown deepens and creases around her eyes and chin. Light feels the same, wanting nothing more than to deck L in the street, but that would draw too much attention.

“Don’t say things like that, Ryuuzaki. It’s weird.”

“Am I not allowed to spend Halloween with my best friend?” He tilts his head like a dog.

Ryuuk scratches his arm, flaking off pieces of snow-white skin. “Does this mean I’m getting that apple, Light?”

“We aren’t friends.” Ryuuk opens his mouth again, and Light whacks him with his scythe, receiving a glare and a groan.

“That’s a little insulting.”

L whips out another candy bar from his pocket. The wrapper is melted into the milk chocolate. He licks it while making direct eye contact. God, Light hates him.

“I thought we were friends.”

It takes all of his willpower not to laugh in L’s face.

“Huh, did you?”

L drops onto the corner of the sidewalk and leans backwards on his hands to look up at the sky.

“I wonder, Light-kun, if this means anything.”

Light furrows his brows. “Why so philosophical all of a sudden? Did I hurt your feelings that badly?”

“Look at the sky.”

Light tilts his head up, catching nothing out of the ordinary. The moon glows softly, overshadowed by heavy clouds. Streaks of blue and purple brush the edges of stars. It’s pretty, but Light doesn’t think much of those things. It would be prettier from above.

“Is everything alright, Ryuuzaki?”

“Light-kun,” he sighs. “Why won’t you admit you’re Kira?”

“Excuse me? Stop saying things like that while we’re in public.” Light plops down on the sidewalk, far from where L is sitting. He rests his scythe on his knees. “You know I’m not. These accusations are ridiculous.”

He frowns, tipping his head down and obscuring his bug eyes with overgrown bangs. “I guess I should have known you wouldn’t confess like that.” L chews his cheek and pulls another chocolate out of his bag. “I always liked you, Yagami Light. Even if you are Kira.”

Light clenches his fists. “That’s not the compliment you think it is.”

“It wasn’t meant to be,” L shrugs. He takes a bite of his chocolate and holds the remainder out to Light. “Want a piece?”

“That’s disgusting. How can you go from accusing me of being a serial murderer to offering me chocolate?”

“I know a few serial murderers who like chocolate.” The candy stains the tips of his fingers brown. He brushes them on his dark blue pants, already overlaid with stains. For the second time, he’s wearing a pair of beat-up tennis shoes.

Light rolls his eyes. Of course, he knows serial murderers. That weirdo probably is one. “I don’t like sweet things.”

“100%, Light-kun, or should I call you Kira? What type of monster doesn’t like sweets?”

Light opens and closes his mouth but decides against commenting. He inhales and looks up at the sky once more. The colours are muted, but flashes of reds and oranges reflect from children laughing and strewn candy wrappers.

“Even if you are Kira, Light–” It’s the first time he says Light’s name with any sense of honesty– ”I would still wish you a Happy Halloween.”

“Thanks, Ryuuzaki.”

“So, do you like my costume?” He meets Light’s gaze with a wry smile.

Light hates him, but for the moment, all he sees are bug eyes and chapped lips, so human he feels ink on his fingers.

“Happy Halloween, Ryuuzaki. I think Sayu is calling for me.”

On his way home, Light tugs a plush apple from the tree and tosses it to Ryuuk. His mind spins with accusations as his scythe drags on the ground. Ryuuk says nothing.

I wonder, Light-kun, if this means anything.

It means more than L could ever imagine.

Light tosses Ryuuk another apple. “Happy Halloween, Ryuukie. I’ll get you more apples this Christmas.”

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breakfast-cereal · 10 months ago

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the construct of fundamentals

word count: 1.4k

description: On the evening of December 5th, 2003, Yagami Light and L Lawliet proclaim themselves as justice.

notes: written for Day 10 of @deathnotetober 2024

[main masterlist] [work on ao3]

(c: Hokusai)

After Lind L. Tailor dies, Yagami Light and L Lawliet proclaim themselves justice. They are righteousness itself, embodying morality.

Light believes he represents the law of the unheard. He will represent the common people and strip the world of what ails them. As a young man, he’s told he’s idealistic, but Light knows justice and divine punishment is what he searches for.

L knows he represents the industry and the system, but in his mind, he works for his interests. He serves the people because it serves him. Every case solved, every puzzle finished, brings him a high no sugary food can. It is pure ecstasy. L does not know justice, but finds pleasure in competing against Kira. If Kira is justice, he must be better. L Lawliet must be morality.

In the media, Kira becomes an ominous figure. To some, he is a god. To others, he is a serial murderer. Yagami Light revels in the status. Those who worship him understand what it means to be virtuous. They get his dedication and know Kira will not harm the innocent. Because that is justice, ridding the world of evil to protect the weak. Light doesn’t see it any differently than the death penalty.

L Lawliet hides in Kira’s shadow, slinking along the computer-lit walls to search for any clues leading himself to the murderer. No one knows him, truly knows him. Interpol sees him as only a black cursive L on a white screen.

Kira is young, he can tell, too idealistic and risky in his methods. Though L never cared much for fantasy, he was young once, as well, and he knows the euphoria of youth.

There’s a reason the world works the way it does. When L was young, he thought he could change that, at least for himself. In his ever-working mind, he thought catching criminals would satiate the need inside himself, but it didn’t. He assumes Kira is similar, satisfied only by gorging himself on false realities.

Yagami Light scans the list of criminals on death row, cataloguing their names and faces in his head. They wear guilt in their eyes as if they didn’t commit the crime. Light loathes them. There’s no guilt in criminality, and there’s no justice in forgiveness. In Kira’s world, he’ll fix all of it.

Light will fix the system with his bare hands if it means the world is free of cruelty. As he scribbles names into the Death Note, Ryuk cackles, throwing his head back with glee. He wipes a tear from his eye and tosses an apple into his mouth.

“Yagami Light,” he beams. “You are one interesting human.”

L Lawliet spins a piece of hair around his finger, melting a sugar cube on his tongue. The night before, Kira murdered nearly all the criminals on Japan’s death row. One by one, they clutched their chests, falling to their knees as prison wardens scrambled to find the next victim.

The last to be killed was a woman with a name L can’t remember. Her execution warrant was signed by the Minister of Justice five days earlier, but they said nothing until the day of. It’s policy, L understands. If an inmate kills themself to avoid death, no correct punishment is served.

They walked her to the execution chamber, down a long corridor past rows of other inmates gawking and pointing. The officers even tied the noose. Before they could slip it around her neck, she collapsed, gasping for breath and holding her chest. Kira.

“It’s immoral!” A man L knows as Yagami Soichiro, the NPA’s chief, shouts. “Our society will become lawless if we don’t follow procedure.”

L tugs on his hair. The computer light burns his eyes, and he’s forced to shut them. Stars dance on his eyelids. He imagines it will look the same when he dies.

The American grunts in approval. “It’s Japan’s job to catch him, and they better do it soon. It’s dangerous leaving a criminal like that running around.”

When Yagami Light was young, he read a statistic in his law class. In Japan, only 1-2% of rape cases ever go punished. The rest are left to walk free, spreading their contamination and filth to the surrounding cities.

He’s seen criticisms of Kira, that he’s killing those who haven’t been punished. His supporters understand. Kira must erase the failures of the justice system.

Light wonders, late at night when sleep fails him, if L believes in anything. He can never come to a logical conclusion. Unlike his physics problems, where acceleration for gravity is always -9.8 m/s^2, L does not follow a pattern. Yagami Light is a genius. He looks past patterns to see the full truth, that air resistance will impact acceleration because of gravity, but there is nothing logical to L. There is nothing particularly illogical, either.

He serves as a facet of the government, the same government that fails judicial justice before Light’s eyes. The thing is, L is independent. He works alongside the government to support his self-interests. As a detective, he must value justice. Light can never decipher why he attempts desperately to destroy Kira.

Sometimes, on these nights, Light prides himself on L’s opposition. Like the story of Jesus’ crucifixion or Horus’ missing eye, one can’t achieve true godliness without conflict.

Yagami Light’s devotion comes from his boredom, and maybe—L offers him a cure.

L’s heard every statistic in the book, from the facts on murders in the USA to Japan’s 99% conviction rate. The people waiting in a cell, the ones Kira killed, may be innocent. They may clasp their hands together at night and pray to be released. Kira is young and naïve because he sees the justice system as an accurate entity. L is old enough to know better, though he doesn’t care.

There’s a reason for things in the world, and there is sometimes no reason at all. If it doesn’t interest him, it serves him nothing. Kira, on the other hand, interests him.

See, L Lawliet is permanently bored: blase, apathetic, disinterested; whatever the word of the month is. There’s no reason to take every case handed to him when none of them strikes him. A serial murder with a typical solution, a murder-suicide, a theft; none of it matters. What matters is the chase. If L can’t play a game, he tosses the case aside and sends Watari to find more.

Though L would never admit it to his successors, wide-eyed and prepared to serve justice on a silver platter, he doesn’t care about honour. Punished or unpunished, what matters most to him is that, even for a moment, his insatiable hunger is satiated; that the hole building inside his chest from childhood closes to not cave him in two.

L Lawliet is miserable without a good game, and Kira gives him that. He’s never met someone of the same calibre. Kira is like a mirror. It thrills him.

Light aces his university entrance exams as expected. The school is crowded with people, pinching the collars of their blouses and button-ups, pacing at the thought of waiting another hour in the too-bright lecture hall.

He places himself near the front row, prepared for when his name is called to the stage. Light planned his speech days before. Some would call it cocky, just like they call Kira a fantasy, but nothing is idealism when it’s bound to be reality.

A strange man sits next to him. His hair is unkempt, and he smells of sugar and coffee. Light hates him, but is struck with a burning familiarity. When they announce the two highest scores, Ryuuga Hideki rises with him. What a phony!

Light gives his speech like practiced, not stumbling over a single word. Ryuuga fumbles, gripping the microphone too tight and making it squeak. He coils a finger in his hair. Light’s suspicion only grows.

When Light returns to the seats, avoiding where they previously sat, Ryuuga follows him. He draws his legs to his chest and stares at Light with those beady, wide eyes.

“I’m L.”

Yagami Light nearly laughs.

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breakfast-cereal · 11 months ago

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a cure for monotony

word count: 1.2k

description: Yagami Light was bored

notes: written for Day 1 of @deathnotetober 2024

[main masterlist] [work on ao3]

(c: Yayoi Kusama)

Yagami Light was bored, but not in the typical sense of disinterest. Light cared for various things: school, his parents, his sister, morality, justice. The list goes on. The thing is, life was monotonous.

Every day, Light suffered the same idiotic ramblings of his peers. Did you hear that Aiko-chan is dating Haruto? I got so drunk at that party last night! Hey, Yagami-kun, do you have the answers to the homework?

It wasn’t limited to school. Wherever Light went, he was tortured with the knowledge of his superiority. These people wasted their time gossiping and chatting about nonsense, living out their immoral lives without a care in the world.

Maybe life was more than monotonous. It was torturous until Light saw the Death Note.

He brushed it off as chain mail. Idiots loved those things. Forward this email, or you’ll be subjected to Reiko Kashima’s curse. Light scoffed but shoved the book into his school bag anyway. The black cover stained his hands. Call it morbid curiosity.

At his desk, Light flipped through the blank pages, fascinated and disgusted at the effort in creating the prank. He pushed it into his drawer, fighting the itch in his hands.

Light scribbled a few math problems into his workbook, glancing from his neat handwriting to the TV on his side table. He huffed and grabbed the remote. Morbid curiosity.

The news channel broadcasted the face of Otoharada Kurou, an older man hijacking a daycare. Light scowled as glee flooded his body. What depravity.

In his seventeen years of life, he has heard several arguments against the death penalty but disagreed with all of them. Men like Otoharada deserve to die. When activists say it’s immoral to kill another human being, he nearly laughs. Is it not the pinnacle of morality to remove filth from this earth? The justice system exists to rid Japan of depraved criminals. He has never felt the urge to defend them.

Light scribbled Otoharada’s name, keeping his face in mind like the notebook said. He looked at his watch, noting the seconds ticking by. Forty seconds. In forty seconds, the world would be free of Otoharada.

Thirty-five seconds passed, and nothing happened. Light flushed. He couldn’t believe himself, falling victim to a stupid prank like a common fool, too stuck in the emotions of it all. He shook his head, returning to his math problems.

The reporter gasped. Light swiveled, jumping from his chair to stare at the TV in horror. Otoharada died. Light killed him. Thickness welled in his throat, black like the ink staining Otoharada’s name on the Death Note’s page. Yagami Light killed a man. He wanted to vomit.

When Light picked up his pencil, his hands shook furiously. The reporter continued in the background, her words rattling between his ears. He couldn’t believe it worked. Was he a murderer?

He ran his fingers along the Death Note’s cover, sliding it inside his desk drawer. For the first time, Yagami Light was no longer bored.

Light gripped his cram school books under his arm, slinking into the bright 7-Eleven. On his walk home, he watched the degeneracy unfold around him like clockwork. Darkness brought out the wicked, and he began believing the creatures of the night in horror films were nothing more than amalgamations of Tokyo’s midnight streets.

Drunks stumbling out of bars, harassing any woman they can get their hands on. Students around his age, hanging off the arms of older men from the club they got into with their fake IDs. People had no shame, no decency. It revolted him. While they weren’t criminals, Light couldn’t deny the world would be better off without them.

A scream sounded from outside the store. Light looked up from the rows of energy drinks, catching sight of a group of men assaulting a terrified woman. He sneered and ran his hands along the side of his bookbag.

Light pulled a magazine from the magazine stand and slid the Death Note between its pages. On the man’s lips hung his name: Shibuimaru Takuo. He scribbled a few iterations, crossing his fingers the kanji were right. Finally, he etched 渋井丸拓男 [1] into the page next to plain characters reading traffic accident.

The woman struggled from Shibuimaru’s grasp, starting down the street, her coat billowing behind her. Shibuimaru followed, revving the engine of his bike with furrowed brows.

Light scoffed. Of course, it wouldn’t work. He was naïve for thinking the first time wasn’t a fluke.

He returned to the energy drinks, plucking out his favourite flavours. Shibuimaru’s gang shouted. Light stared at the scene; Takuo’s bike was crushed against the concrete. His hands shook, and he forced the Death Note back into his book bag.

For the first time, Yagami Light killed someone who was not a criminal. Shibuimaru had not faced a trial in court, and he had not been found guilty.

Light stumbled out of the 7-Eleven, clutching his chest. He fell against the brick wall outside the store and felt dirty; his hands soiled with the death of an innocent. But that wasn’t a fair judgement. Shibuimaru was far from innocent. If Light hadn’t stopped him, he would’ve raped that woman. He would’ve been a criminal.

His body sparked with exhilaration. Yagami Light realized the Death Note was what he had been looking for all this time.

After Shibuimaru, Light spent his free nights scanning the NPA’s database and monitoring the news. Every stroke of his pen was liberating; every criminal erased from the world was a step closer to divinity.

The new possibilities unfurling elated Light. A world free of evil, free of cruelty. He held morality in his palm, and it was intoxicating.

He understood the implications of his actions. Light was smart, smarter than the average person. He knew murder received the death penalty, but he would martyr himself if he had to.

With the peoples’ interests at heart, Light trudged forward, correcting the NPA’s failures. He left the deaths blank but sensed the ripples of every heart attack along his spine. Light wanted criminals to know they were being punished.

When he wasn’t studying or correcting, he spent some time on occult blogs, learning the intricacies of the Death Note. To his surprise, no Shinigami came to him. He imagined they observed him and agreed.

The more he learnt about the Death Note, through use and reading, a strange reverence grew inside him. Not reverence for the Shinigami, but for the notebook itself. The gods blessed him with a tool to rid the world of evil. Light never wanted more.

Light took his Death Note from his desk, placing it alongside his textbooks and a black pen. He scanned the list of names imprinted on the pages and flipped on the TV.

Morality and justice used to be concepts Light could only ever fantasize about. Now, he held the power to enact them in his fingers.

For the first time in his life, Yagami Light felt true, unequivocal love.

[1]: The kanji for Shibuimaru Takuo

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