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who you were always meant to be (Light Yagami, Death Note)
Title: who you were always meant to be
Character: Light Yagami
Fandom: Death Note
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: 14
Wordcount: 2,000 in total
Summary: The rise of Kira and the fall of Light Yagami, in fifty one-sentence fics.
Warnings: Canonical character death; one sentence includes brief, non-explicit masturbation and voyeurism implications
Crossroads
It’s a stupid prank, the notebook won’t do anything, he should just leave it on the ground and walk away; he’s telling himself that even as he tucks it into his bag.
Need
It’s some supernatural ability of the notebook, he’ll tell himself later, to make its owner want to test it out; in the moment, though, the urge comes from within himself, a need to know whether he truly has the power to kill, half curiosity and half desperate desire.
Mask
Light’s mother asks if he’s okay when he gets home, and he thinks I just saw a man get obliterated by a truck because of me and says, “I’ve just been worrying about entrance exams.”
Perfect
Nothing will ever change unless those who don’t deserve to live are removed from society, and Light is a model student, a model citizen, intelligent and hardworking and dedicated; who better to decide who those people are?
Shine
It felt a little lonely at first, resigning himself to his silent mission, something he’d never be able to speak to anyone about – but now Ryuk is here, someone he can share his triumphs with, someone who can watch him shine.
Ways and Means
“Some would argue that the end justifies the—” but his father cuts him off with, “The end is hundreds of people still dead; don’t talk like that,” and Light falls silent and turns away.
Family
Straight home, straight up to his room, ready for another evening of writing names; “I miss you, you know,” Sayu says, catching him in his bedroom doorway, and Light gives her a quick smile before closing the door.
Rope
He had brief, focused exchanges with Penber, but Naomi Misora is the first time he’s killed someone he’s had an actual conversation with; he finds himself picturing how she might have died for a long time afterwards, unable to pin down how he feels about it.
Error
The name LIND L TAILOR humiliates him every time he flicks past it, his biggest mistake scrawled across the page; eventually he rips it out and burns it, undoes it, smooths neatly over his past.
Envelope
He hasn’t been getting enough sleep, so sleep has come to find him; he wakes to find himself curled on his bed, hugging the Death Note to his chest, the way he used to hold Sayu when she had nightmares.
Touch
A normal teenage boy, that’s his image, and he lets his eyes skate over one of the cameras as he takes himself in hand: are you watching, L?
Chocolate
Another Valentine’s Day, another deluge of chocolate from girls he barely remembers the names of; he accepts each offering with a polite smile and then gives them all to Sayu, although it means he has to put up with her teasing for the rest of the day.
Vine
If someone’s rude to him, inconsiderate, he’ll often find some pretext to learn their name; he doesn’t typically plan to make use of it, but he likes having that knowledge, that knife in his hand, that vine loosely wound around their neck.
Tea
There are small things he used to take pleasure in, a cup of tea after school, playing games with his sister; nowadays, it feels like nothing can satisfy him except the knowledge the names he’s writing will be read out on the news the next day.
Coup de foudre
Light’s never taken much interest in his peers, but he looks back into the dark eyes of the examinee a few desks behind him and finds a question in his mind: who are you?
Archway
Walking into university on his first day, it almost feels like he could glance to his left and see another version of himself: the Light who never picked up the Death Note, as dull and unremarkable as every other person here.
Two
He’s never had conversations like this, with someone on his level, someone who matches him move for move; out of respect for his opponent, perhaps he’ll take a moment to miss it when their battle is over and Light can stand triumphant, his foot planted on L’s dead throat.
Candy
“If I really were Kira,” Light comments, “all I’d have to do is poison your supply of sweets,” and L makes direct eye contact with him and pops another into his mouth.
Vapour
He tries to think back, sometimes, to what used to occupy his mind before the Death Note, but it slips through his fingers; those memories feel like they belong to someone else, someone unimportant.
Photograph
L refuses to have photographs taken, and trying to take one surreptitiously would be too suspicious, too big a risk, so Light needs to make sure he keeps his face fresh in his mind; he finds himself sketching L’s face in idle moments, frustrated by his own inability to capture those eyes.
Vanilla
“Do you imagine Kira is particularly adventurous in bed?” L asks, and Light stares at him for a long moment before saying, “That’s not really something I’m in the habit of imagining.”
Venom
L is so sure he’s safe if his name remains unknown, and Light finds himself fantasising near-constantly about breaking that composure with a blade to the throat, a gun in his mouth, a too-late reminder that there are other ways to kill.
Summer
Sayu insists on a family picnic in Ueno Park; the air is warm, the sky vibrantly blue, and Light lies back and thinks about how many people he could be killing right now.
Forest
The world has narrowed to Light and L, the axe and the sharpening stone, and every death surrounding them is just another tree felled.
Balloon
Misa is an airhead, a child, a liability – “She was smart enough to figure out who Kira is, though,” Ryuk comments, and Light wheels around to glare at him.
Appetite
The worst thing about being held in a cell might be being unable to write names; he’s never gone this long without using the Death Note, and it’s a constant hunger, an ache under his skin, an itch in his fingers.
Belief
Light hesitates for a moment before giving up his ownership of the Death Note – if he doesn’t regain his memories, Light may survive, but Kira will die in this cell – but, no, he knows his own intelligence; he trusts himself to find his way back to the person he’s meant to be.
Mirror
He looks at himself in the mirror sometimes, thinks is Ryuzaki right, are you Kira, is that why my memories feel so patchy; his reflection just looks back through eyes that feel somehow unfamiliar.
Butterfly
Light speaks his fear aloud just once, releases it fluttering and fragile into the darkness of the bedroom he and Ryuzaki share – “What if you’re right; what if I’m Kira?” – but Ryuzaki says nothing at all.
Memory
Another life pours into him through the notebook clutched in his hands, another version of himself, and for a moment he’s clinging white-knuckled to the person he thought he was – no, I don’t want to kill people, I’m not – before Kira settles comfortably back into his skin.
Spoon
While Light’s memories were gone, L always kept his distance in the bed they shared; the night after Light reclaims himself, though, he wakes to find L pressed against his back, a change in behaviour he’s unsure of how to interpret.
Wind
The thought comes to Light as he’s standing on the roof, in the wind and rain, looking at a man who’ll most likely be dead within days: perhaps they could have been friends, in another existence, but he doubts he’d value their friendship as much as he values whatever they have now.
Pulse
Light presses his hand against L’s throat as he cradles him, feels the pulse stutter and stop; it’s the most visceral satisfaction he’s ever known, but his own body’s reaction is embarrassingly physical, and the moment feels slightly less glorious when he’s left using a corpse to conceal his erection.
Grieve
Light screams his victory into the earth of L’s grave, screams until he’s panting and breathless; it’s convenient, of course, that any passer-by might think he’s in anguish.
Linger
He still catches L out of the corner of his eye, shadowing his footsteps in the way Ryuk used to; it jolts him, every time, but he’s learning not to look.
Ornament
The magazines only report on him as the good-looking young man on Misa’s arm; it feels like everyone’s always looking at him, but there’s nobody left who sees him.
Bribe
Ryuk is tied to Misa now, but Light still gives him apples on a daily basis, to keep his loyalty from straying too far towards the current owner of that notebook; two shinigami have fallen in love with Misa already, and it would be very inconvenient if it became three.
Moth
He’ll kill Misa eventually – once or twice he’s noted her name down on ordinary paper, just to get the urge to write it out of his system – but she’s still so relentlessly drawn to him; does she not suspect how this will end for her, or does she simply not care?
Speak
With Ryuk no longer bound to him, there’s no one for Light to speak honestly to; it feels like his ability to say anything true might have dried up from lack of practice, but he’s never had much use for the truth anyway.
Drunk
He’s tempted to try alcohol sometimes, see if he can remain above the effects – some part of him is sure he’d be able to stay completely unaffected – but no; it’s too great a risk.
Luminance
He used to fantasise, as a teenager, of taking his role as a god under his own name; he knows now that being a god simply means being a light for the world, guiding and purifying, seen but never truly grasped.
Gloves
He’s taken to wearing gloves whenever he reasonably can, to avoid leaving DNA evidence if someone offers a handshake; nowadays, when he meets someone new, his first thought is always of whether he’ll end up having to kill them.
Fresh
When he had trouble sleeping in the early days, Light used to run through lists of names in his head, every victim he’d avenged, every hostage he’d rescued; it’s been a long time since he drifted out of the habit, and he can’t remember any of them any more.
Rose
The challenge is gone, the excitement is gone; it’s good that he’s at the top, where he belongs, but where’s the fun when there’s nothing left to conquer?
Cold
His sister’s been abducted, and he can’t afford to love her in this moment; he has to feel nothing, nothing, nothing, he tells himself, gripping the edge of the bathroom counter until his knuckles turn white.
Remain
He can’t die here, he won’t die here, this isn’t – he’s always defeated every obstacle in his way, this is just another, he – his hands slip in his own blood as he tries to climb to his feet – it’s just the people here who know he’s Kira, if he can kill them – these idiots can’t think it’ll end here, they can’t think their god could be brought down by Matsuda, of all people – he’ll survive, he’ll survive, he’ll survive, he’ll—
Medicine
Did the people you killed feel like this? his mind whispers, and no, no, he refuses to let that be his last thought.
Smoke
He’s lost his memories before, but not the way they’re slipping away now, fading and intangible; trying to grasp the last wisps of them, he wonders if he ever lived at all.
Fate
“There’s no such thing as fate,” he tells L in his dying dream, forcing the words through the blood in his throat; “I’ve always shaped my destiny through my own free actions,” and L looks back at him and asks, “Was there ever any chance that you would do anything differently?”
Refrain
The thirtieth turn of the time loop; this one will be different, Light promises himself, picking up the Death Note for the thirtieth time.
Character: Light Yagami
Fandom: Death Note
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: 14
Wordcount: 2,000 in total
Summary: The rise of Kira and the fall of Light Yagami, in fifty one-sentence fics.
Warnings: Canonical character death; one sentence includes brief, non-explicit masturbation and voyeurism implications
Crossroads
It’s a stupid prank, the notebook won’t do anything, he should just leave it on the ground and walk away; he’s telling himself that even as he tucks it into his bag.
Need
It’s some supernatural ability of the notebook, he’ll tell himself later, to make its owner want to test it out; in the moment, though, the urge comes from within himself, a need to know whether he truly has the power to kill, half curiosity and half desperate desire.
Mask
Light’s mother asks if he’s okay when he gets home, and he thinks I just saw a man get obliterated by a truck because of me and says, “I’ve just been worrying about entrance exams.”
Perfect
Nothing will ever change unless those who don’t deserve to live are removed from society, and Light is a model student, a model citizen, intelligent and hardworking and dedicated; who better to decide who those people are?
Shine
It felt a little lonely at first, resigning himself to his silent mission, something he’d never be able to speak to anyone about – but now Ryuk is here, someone he can share his triumphs with, someone who can watch him shine.
Ways and Means
“Some would argue that the end justifies the—” but his father cuts him off with, “The end is hundreds of people still dead; don’t talk like that,” and Light falls silent and turns away.
Family
Straight home, straight up to his room, ready for another evening of writing names; “I miss you, you know,” Sayu says, catching him in his bedroom doorway, and Light gives her a quick smile before closing the door.
Rope
He had brief, focused exchanges with Penber, but Naomi Misora is the first time he’s killed someone he’s had an actual conversation with; he finds himself picturing how she might have died for a long time afterwards, unable to pin down how he feels about it.
Error
The name LIND L TAILOR humiliates him every time he flicks past it, his biggest mistake scrawled across the page; eventually he rips it out and burns it, undoes it, smooths neatly over his past.
Envelope
He hasn’t been getting enough sleep, so sleep has come to find him; he wakes to find himself curled on his bed, hugging the Death Note to his chest, the way he used to hold Sayu when she had nightmares.
Touch
A normal teenage boy, that’s his image, and he lets his eyes skate over one of the cameras as he takes himself in hand: are you watching, L?
Chocolate
Another Valentine’s Day, another deluge of chocolate from girls he barely remembers the names of; he accepts each offering with a polite smile and then gives them all to Sayu, although it means he has to put up with her teasing for the rest of the day.
Vine
If someone’s rude to him, inconsiderate, he’ll often find some pretext to learn their name; he doesn’t typically plan to make use of it, but he likes having that knowledge, that knife in his hand, that vine loosely wound around their neck.
Tea
There are small things he used to take pleasure in, a cup of tea after school, playing games with his sister; nowadays, it feels like nothing can satisfy him except the knowledge the names he’s writing will be read out on the news the next day.
Coup de foudre
Light’s never taken much interest in his peers, but he looks back into the dark eyes of the examinee a few desks behind him and finds a question in his mind: who are you?
Archway
Walking into university on his first day, it almost feels like he could glance to his left and see another version of himself: the Light who never picked up the Death Note, as dull and unremarkable as every other person here.
Two
He’s never had conversations like this, with someone on his level, someone who matches him move for move; out of respect for his opponent, perhaps he’ll take a moment to miss it when their battle is over and Light can stand triumphant, his foot planted on L’s dead throat.
Candy
“If I really were Kira,” Light comments, “all I’d have to do is poison your supply of sweets,” and L makes direct eye contact with him and pops another into his mouth.
Vapour
He tries to think back, sometimes, to what used to occupy his mind before the Death Note, but it slips through his fingers; those memories feel like they belong to someone else, someone unimportant.
Photograph
L refuses to have photographs taken, and trying to take one surreptitiously would be too suspicious, too big a risk, so Light needs to make sure he keeps his face fresh in his mind; he finds himself sketching L’s face in idle moments, frustrated by his own inability to capture those eyes.
Vanilla
“Do you imagine Kira is particularly adventurous in bed?” L asks, and Light stares at him for a long moment before saying, “That’s not really something I’m in the habit of imagining.”
Venom
L is so sure he’s safe if his name remains unknown, and Light finds himself fantasising near-constantly about breaking that composure with a blade to the throat, a gun in his mouth, a too-late reminder that there are other ways to kill.
Summer
Sayu insists on a family picnic in Ueno Park; the air is warm, the sky vibrantly blue, and Light lies back and thinks about how many people he could be killing right now.
Forest
The world has narrowed to Light and L, the axe and the sharpening stone, and every death surrounding them is just another tree felled.
Balloon
Misa is an airhead, a child, a liability – “She was smart enough to figure out who Kira is, though,” Ryuk comments, and Light wheels around to glare at him.
Appetite
The worst thing about being held in a cell might be being unable to write names; he’s never gone this long without using the Death Note, and it’s a constant hunger, an ache under his skin, an itch in his fingers.
Belief
Light hesitates for a moment before giving up his ownership of the Death Note – if he doesn’t regain his memories, Light may survive, but Kira will die in this cell – but, no, he knows his own intelligence; he trusts himself to find his way back to the person he’s meant to be.
Mirror
He looks at himself in the mirror sometimes, thinks is Ryuzaki right, are you Kira, is that why my memories feel so patchy; his reflection just looks back through eyes that feel somehow unfamiliar.
Butterfly
Light speaks his fear aloud just once, releases it fluttering and fragile into the darkness of the bedroom he and Ryuzaki share – “What if you’re right; what if I’m Kira?” – but Ryuzaki says nothing at all.
Memory
Another life pours into him through the notebook clutched in his hands, another version of himself, and for a moment he’s clinging white-knuckled to the person he thought he was – no, I don’t want to kill people, I’m not – before Kira settles comfortably back into his skin.
Spoon
While Light’s memories were gone, L always kept his distance in the bed they shared; the night after Light reclaims himself, though, he wakes to find L pressed against his back, a change in behaviour he’s unsure of how to interpret.
Wind
The thought comes to Light as he’s standing on the roof, in the wind and rain, looking at a man who’ll most likely be dead within days: perhaps they could have been friends, in another existence, but he doubts he’d value their friendship as much as he values whatever they have now.
Pulse
Light presses his hand against L’s throat as he cradles him, feels the pulse stutter and stop; it’s the most visceral satisfaction he’s ever known, but his own body’s reaction is embarrassingly physical, and the moment feels slightly less glorious when he’s left using a corpse to conceal his erection.
Grieve
Light screams his victory into the earth of L’s grave, screams until he’s panting and breathless; it’s convenient, of course, that any passer-by might think he’s in anguish.
Linger
He still catches L out of the corner of his eye, shadowing his footsteps in the way Ryuk used to; it jolts him, every time, but he’s learning not to look.
Ornament
The magazines only report on him as the good-looking young man on Misa’s arm; it feels like everyone’s always looking at him, but there’s nobody left who sees him.
Bribe
Ryuk is tied to Misa now, but Light still gives him apples on a daily basis, to keep his loyalty from straying too far towards the current owner of that notebook; two shinigami have fallen in love with Misa already, and it would be very inconvenient if it became three.
Moth
He’ll kill Misa eventually – once or twice he’s noted her name down on ordinary paper, just to get the urge to write it out of his system – but she’s still so relentlessly drawn to him; does she not suspect how this will end for her, or does she simply not care?
Speak
With Ryuk no longer bound to him, there’s no one for Light to speak honestly to; it feels like his ability to say anything true might have dried up from lack of practice, but he’s never had much use for the truth anyway.
Drunk
He’s tempted to try alcohol sometimes, see if he can remain above the effects – some part of him is sure he’d be able to stay completely unaffected – but no; it’s too great a risk.
Luminance
He used to fantasise, as a teenager, of taking his role as a god under his own name; he knows now that being a god simply means being a light for the world, guiding and purifying, seen but never truly grasped.
Gloves
He’s taken to wearing gloves whenever he reasonably can, to avoid leaving DNA evidence if someone offers a handshake; nowadays, when he meets someone new, his first thought is always of whether he’ll end up having to kill them.
Fresh
When he had trouble sleeping in the early days, Light used to run through lists of names in his head, every victim he’d avenged, every hostage he’d rescued; it’s been a long time since he drifted out of the habit, and he can’t remember any of them any more.
Rose
The challenge is gone, the excitement is gone; it’s good that he’s at the top, where he belongs, but where’s the fun when there’s nothing left to conquer?
Cold
His sister’s been abducted, and he can’t afford to love her in this moment; he has to feel nothing, nothing, nothing, he tells himself, gripping the edge of the bathroom counter until his knuckles turn white.
Remain
He can’t die here, he won’t die here, this isn’t – he’s always defeated every obstacle in his way, this is just another, he – his hands slip in his own blood as he tries to climb to his feet – it’s just the people here who know he’s Kira, if he can kill them – these idiots can’t think it’ll end here, they can’t think their god could be brought down by Matsuda, of all people – he’ll survive, he’ll survive, he’ll survive, he’ll—
Medicine
Did the people you killed feel like this? his mind whispers, and no, no, he refuses to let that be his last thought.
Smoke
He’s lost his memories before, but not the way they’re slipping away now, fading and intangible; trying to grasp the last wisps of them, he wonders if he ever lived at all.
Fate
“There’s no such thing as fate,” he tells L in his dying dream, forcing the words through the blood in his throat; “I’ve always shaped my destiny through my own free actions,” and L looks back at him and asks, “Was there ever any chance that you would do anything differently?”
Refrain
The thirtieth turn of the time loop; this one will be different, Light promises himself, picking up the Death Note for the thirtieth time.
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I've only watched a few episodes of Death Note in my life, but I have enough exposure to follow this, and it's FASCINATING, thank you.
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