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Okay, I have no idea if the book Light kept being asked to read from in class in the anime was a bible or not, but I used a quote from it, anywaysxd Other than that, I hope this makes for an interesting origin chapter for Light’s “Kira”
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"So…this is school? …I don’t get it. It’s just a bunch of people your age parading around in identical clothes. Speaking of which, why aren’t you wearing those clothes?"
"I’d be caught dead wearing that waste of fabric, Shahim, …but, it doesn’t really matter, anyways. My professors have learned to put up with it after four years."
"Four yours, huh? How long do you have to be here?"
"This will be my final year before I apply for secondary schooling. I thought I already explained this stuff to you."
"Oh yeah, …by the way, I thought you said all the…uh…seniors were seventeen or eighteen, so explain why you’re one?"
"Early starting programs, my friend. They allowed me to enter school a year ahead of the majority of my age group, due to my intelligence, …just a fact. Alright, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna have to stop talking to you until I’m done here. It’ll look incredibly odd and, not to mention, suspicious if I’m talking to thin air, …or at least, what appears to be so."
"Fine with me."
"…Friend? Ugh, the nerve of this kid. And why does he think I’d give a damn either way? I already told him I’m just here until he dies, …no matter how far off that is."
The school was typical of a Japanese high school and, in result, was incredibly boring. I was second in my class, though I purposefully adjusted my grades to receive that ranking. I can’t stand the idea of being top of the class. They always have greater responsibilities, anyways, which is something I couldn’t care less for. Of course, I never would’ve told this to the student who was first in the class as a result. He was smart enough to figure it out on his own, though, so it all worked out, in my opinion. I never really understood what Light and I had in common. We were the brightest in the school and both of us were considerably handsome, but beyond that, we were polar opposites. The only connection I ever made with him was through our similar ideals. While the religious aspect of our lives was far more stressed in mine than in his, our senses of justice were almost identical. It was the primary reason that I chose him to carry on my work, his almost unparalleled intelligence being the second. All that mattered now, though, was my approach. I couldn’t just ask him if he was willing to carry on my mission, no matter how cleverly I worded it. I needed a scenario that could give me the opportunity to question him on the subject, …but what?
I took my seat in the back of the classroom and pulled out a pen and some paper, should Shahim request an answer from me. I’ve spent many hours of valuable class time doodling before this day, but considering that my grades never slipped once, the instructors never gave me a hard time over it and were bound to keep that pattern of tolerance today. Arriving just before the professor closed the door, as he usually did, Light made his way to the other end of the room and took his seat next to the window. Shahim must have been reading all the names that walked through the door, as he quickly pointed him out.
"Aaaah, so that’s him, huh? Hmm, …Light Yagami. Well, he doesn’t look all that impressive."
"Nor do you, Shahim."
I smirked at the thought, but decided it best not to write it down for Shahim to see. The hours rolled by, slower than I thought theoretically possible, though no matter how much time I had to think, I still had no clue as to how I would test Light’s determination to fix the world…, at least, until our professor gave me the perfect solution.
"…Okay, Atari, would you mind reading the next passage for us out loud?"
"…Yes, sir."
I stood up from my desk and took the lollipop out of my mouth before opening my book to the designated page, sliding my finger down the page until I pointed out the passage that I was asked to read. After reading it silently to myself, I looked up at him with a rather irate complexion before dropping the book back on my desk and following through with his request.
"…Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peacefully with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” To the contrary, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good."
I sat down as soon as the final word rolled off my tongue.
"Damn you, tactless fool."
"Okay, …excellent, just as expected. Well done, Uric. Now then, let’s move on to…"
"He’s at a questionable age, …so maybe I could kill him with a heart attack and have it slide past the authorities…no, what the hell am I saying? God help me, I’m turning into a cold-hearted killer already. Professor, …consider yourself fortunate. You just gave me my method for testing Light."
I smirked a little at the thought, something Shahim took notice of.
"Heh heh heh, so…does mean you know what to do now?"
I grabbed the pen on my desk and wrote him a simple answer on the piece of paper that I pulled out earlier.
"Yeeeeee-yes. ...Okay then, now that that’s taken care of, when do we get outta here?"
After another hour, the bell rang and I waited outside the door for Light. After a few minutes, he made his way out into the hallway and I caught up with him.
"…Hey, Light."
He looked over his shoulder to see who had greeted him, assuming a smile upon seeing me.
"Oh, hey Uric. How’re you feeling?"
"…Okay, I suppose. How’s the family?"
"Eh, …pretty good, I guess. Sayu’s almost fifteen, but other than that, not much has changed."
"Good…that’s good."
Light looked at me in suspicion. He was used to seeing me with my hood up in public, but what likely gave my feelings away to him was the fact that my hair was falling over my eyes, something I normally fixed as it occurred.
"…You okay, Uric?"
This was my golden opportunity. If all went as planned, Light’s fate would have been completely sealed. If all went well, he would have completely disregarded my next statement.
"…No. ...I don't know, it’s just that damn professor of ours."
He must have been paying attention to my reaction to his request in class, because he quickly understood what I was talking about.
"Oh, …yeah. I suppose that was rather insensitive of him to make you, in particular, read that passage."
"Well, that…and also the complete ridiculousness of that passage in its entirety."
The moment I said this, he stopped walking, obviously put off by this statement.
"You, dismissing a passage from the holy scriptures? Forgive me, Uric, but that seems a little out of character for you."
"…Yeah, I know, ...sorry. I’ve been feeling that way for a while now. Can I ask you something, Light?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"If…if only you could remove all the evil from the world, …would you do it?"
Whatever level of confusion Light had peaked at, prior to this point in our conversation, had undoubtedly been surpassed now.
"What are you talking about? Of course, I would."
"…Even if it meant removing everyone that was causing that evil? …Would you be willing to kill to change the world for the better?"
This was the moment of truth. The fate of my plans depended entirely on his answer, at this point. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually came to.
"…I don’t know. That’s a tough question to answer. …Would you do it?"
"I think you know my answer, Light."
I earned a chuckle from my companion for this remark.
"Yeah, I suppose I do. So, what are you doing after school?"
"Well, I never exactly have my own plans. We could play chess."
"Hehe, yeah, that’s not gonna happen."
"Aww, why not…oh yeah. That's why."
We both laughed at this. Light’s minor ego would never allow him to face me in my favorite game, quite simply, because he’s never won, …nor has anyone else. It was one of the few things I could take pride in. We talked for a few more minutes before heading our separate ways. Once the school day ended, I walked home in silence, at least, until Shahim decided to make his thoughts known to me.
"So, it looks like you’ll have to find another person to do that job of yours, won’t you?"
I smiled, though my heart was now filled with dread at the thought.
"Not at all."
"Huh? I thought he said he wasn’t sure if he’d do it or not."
"That’s only what he said out loud. Light’s a much more complex person than that. Nobody would really say “yes” to that question in public, no matter their beliefs. In truth, the moment he hesitated to answer, I already knew it was true. Light’s just as sick of this rotting world as I am. He won’t hesitate for a second to do what he can to change it, once he obtains the power to do so."
We continued this conversation into the house. I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a cookie as soon as I walked in. …I was going to need that extra comfort soon.
"Shahim, you can grab one, too. I need to ask you something once we get upstairs."
He grabbed two before following me up to my bedroom. Despite the house being completely empty, I locked the door behind me, anyways. …I’m still unsure as to why.
"So, now that you know he’s willing to carry out this plan of yours, how do you plan to make him do it? I don’t think you can just walk up to him and ask him to."
I gave him an answer, though as I did, a few tears rolled down my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Light."
"I’m going to use the Death Note again, Shahim, and set Light up to fix this world in my stead."
"But, that’s impossible. You can’t make somebody kill another person with the Death Note. Besides, how do you plan on making him obtain a Death Note of his own? He would have to have one in order for this to work, wouldn’t he?"
I sat down and asked my question to Shahim before answering his.
"I only need to know two more things before I go through with this, Shahim. The first is…how many years of life Light still has."
"Hmmm, …well, there’s a rule against me giving out names to humans, but I suppose there’s nothing wrong with giving out life spans. …From what I saw, your friend is destined to die after only seven and a half more years."
"Alright. …Yes, he will need a Death Note to carry out my plan…and I’m gonna give him one, without breaking that rule you mentioned earlier. But first, I need to know one more thing."
"…Go on."
"…What’ll happen if I specify that he finds a Death Note, …but don’t specify whether he uses it or not? Surely, those actions would then be left up to him and not your rule."
"Aaaah, …never thought of it that way. Well, that does sound rather contradicting, …but the only way we’ll find out is if you try your theory out. Also, where is he going to get a Death Note?"
"It’s common sense, Shahim. It’s either going to come from one of your fellow Shinigami…or me. I’m going to specify that he finds one approximately forty-five hours after I’ve written this in the Death Note. If he doesn’t have one by then, …I’ll just have to prepare to give up my own. It’s either that or my best friend dies of a heart attack in two days, which is something I will not allow."
I could tell from his expression, however faintly, that he was rather impressed with how well I’d thought this through.
"Hmmm, …how intriguing. And I suppose you’re going to specify that he dies around the time he was supposed to die, anyways, right?"
"That’s right. …I know that I can still give up on this plan now before I’m in too deep, …but I can’t allow anyone else to feel the same misery that I feel. Light is about to give up his chance at salvation in order to protect the rest of the world from sharing our fate. If he's still alive tomorrow, then I'll know that my logic had managed to find a way past that rule you mentioned. After that, ...well, let’s hope that at least one other Shinigami has been just as bored as you."
"Hehehe, shouldn't be too hard."
I broke off what remained of my lollipop and threw the stick away before biting off a large piece of my cookie and pulling up to my desk. Then, I took my pen into my hand and, within six minutes and forty seconds, I completely sealed my friend's fate. Everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place…to the point that it was almost frightening.
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"So…this is school? …I don’t get it. It’s just a bunch of people your age parading around in identical clothes. Speaking of which, why aren’t you wearing those clothes?"
"I’d be caught dead wearing that waste of fabric, Shahim, …but, it doesn’t really matter, anyways. My professors have learned to put up with it after four years."
"Four yours, huh? How long do you have to be here?"
"This will be my final year before I apply for secondary schooling. I thought I already explained this stuff to you."
"Oh yeah, …by the way, I thought you said all the…uh…seniors were seventeen or eighteen, so explain why you’re one?"
"Early starting programs, my friend. They allowed me to enter school a year ahead of the majority of my age group, due to my intelligence, …just a fact. Alright, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna have to stop talking to you until I’m done here. It’ll look incredibly odd and, not to mention, suspicious if I’m talking to thin air, …or at least, what appears to be so."
"Fine with me."
"…Friend? Ugh, the nerve of this kid. And why does he think I’d give a damn either way? I already told him I’m just here until he dies, …no matter how far off that is."
The school was typical of a Japanese high school and, in result, was incredibly boring. I was second in my class, though I purposefully adjusted my grades to receive that ranking. I can’t stand the idea of being top of the class. They always have greater responsibilities, anyways, which is something I couldn’t care less for. Of course, I never would’ve told this to the student who was first in the class as a result. He was smart enough to figure it out on his own, though, so it all worked out, in my opinion. I never really understood what Light and I had in common. We were the brightest in the school and both of us were considerably handsome, but beyond that, we were polar opposites. The only connection I ever made with him was through our similar ideals. While the religious aspect of our lives was far more stressed in mine than in his, our senses of justice were almost identical. It was the primary reason that I chose him to carry on my work, his almost unparalleled intelligence being the second. All that mattered now, though, was my approach. I couldn’t just ask him if he was willing to carry on my mission, no matter how cleverly I worded it. I needed a scenario that could give me the opportunity to question him on the subject, …but what?
I took my seat in the back of the classroom and pulled out a pen and some paper, should Shahim request an answer from me. I’ve spent many hours of valuable class time doodling before this day, but considering that my grades never slipped once, the instructors never gave me a hard time over it and were bound to keep that pattern of tolerance today. Arriving just before the professor closed the door, as he usually did, Light made his way to the other end of the room and took his seat next to the window. Shahim must have been reading all the names that walked through the door, as he quickly pointed him out.
"Aaaah, so that’s him, huh? Hmm, …Light Yagami. Well, he doesn’t look all that impressive."
"Nor do you, Shahim."
I smirked at the thought, but decided it best not to write it down for Shahim to see. The hours rolled by, slower than I thought theoretically possible, though no matter how much time I had to think, I still had no clue as to how I would test Light’s determination to fix the world…, at least, until our professor gave me the perfect solution.
"…Okay, Atari, would you mind reading the next passage for us out loud?"
"…Yes, sir."
I stood up from my desk and took the lollipop out of my mouth before opening my book to the designated page, sliding my finger down the page until I pointed out the passage that I was asked to read. After reading it silently to myself, I looked up at him with a rather irate complexion before dropping the book back on my desk and following through with his request.
"…Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peacefully with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” To the contrary, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good."
I sat down as soon as the final word rolled off my tongue.
"Damn you, tactless fool."
"Okay, …excellent, just as expected. Well done, Uric. Now then, let’s move on to…"
"He’s at a questionable age, …so maybe I could kill him with a heart attack and have it slide past the authorities…no, what the hell am I saying? God help me, I’m turning into a cold-hearted killer already. Professor, …consider yourself fortunate. You just gave me my method for testing Light."
I smirked a little at the thought, something Shahim took notice of.
"Heh heh heh, so…does mean you know what to do now?"
I grabbed the pen on my desk and wrote him a simple answer on the piece of paper that I pulled out earlier.
"Yeeeeee-yes. ...Okay then, now that that’s taken care of, when do we get outta here?"
After another hour, the bell rang and I waited outside the door for Light. After a few minutes, he made his way out into the hallway and I caught up with him.
"…Hey, Light."
He looked over his shoulder to see who had greeted him, assuming a smile upon seeing me.
"Oh, hey Uric. How’re you feeling?"
"…Okay, I suppose. How’s the family?"
"Eh, …pretty good, I guess. Sayu’s almost fifteen, but other than that, not much has changed."
"Good…that’s good."
Light looked at me in suspicion. He was used to seeing me with my hood up in public, but what likely gave my feelings away to him was the fact that my hair was falling over my eyes, something I normally fixed as it occurred.
"…You okay, Uric?"
This was my golden opportunity. If all went as planned, Light’s fate would have been completely sealed. If all went well, he would have completely disregarded my next statement.
"…No. ...I don't know, it’s just that damn professor of ours."
He must have been paying attention to my reaction to his request in class, because he quickly understood what I was talking about.
"Oh, …yeah. I suppose that was rather insensitive of him to make you, in particular, read that passage."
"Well, that…and also the complete ridiculousness of that passage in its entirety."
The moment I said this, he stopped walking, obviously put off by this statement.
"You, dismissing a passage from the holy scriptures? Forgive me, Uric, but that seems a little out of character for you."
"…Yeah, I know, ...sorry. I’ve been feeling that way for a while now. Can I ask you something, Light?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"If…if only you could remove all the evil from the world, …would you do it?"
Whatever level of confusion Light had peaked at, prior to this point in our conversation, had undoubtedly been surpassed now.
"What are you talking about? Of course, I would."
"…Even if it meant removing everyone that was causing that evil? …Would you be willing to kill to change the world for the better?"
This was the moment of truth. The fate of my plans depended entirely on his answer, at this point. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually came to.
"…I don’t know. That’s a tough question to answer. …Would you do it?"
"I think you know my answer, Light."
I earned a chuckle from my companion for this remark.
"Yeah, I suppose I do. So, what are you doing after school?"
"Well, I never exactly have my own plans. We could play chess."
"Hehe, yeah, that’s not gonna happen."
"Aww, why not…oh yeah. That's why."
We both laughed at this. Light’s minor ego would never allow him to face me in my favorite game, quite simply, because he’s never won, …nor has anyone else. It was one of the few things I could take pride in. We talked for a few more minutes before heading our separate ways. Once the school day ended, I walked home in silence, at least, until Shahim decided to make his thoughts known to me.
"So, it looks like you’ll have to find another person to do that job of yours, won’t you?"
I smiled, though my heart was now filled with dread at the thought.
"Not at all."
"Huh? I thought he said he wasn’t sure if he’d do it or not."
"That’s only what he said out loud. Light’s a much more complex person than that. Nobody would really say “yes” to that question in public, no matter their beliefs. In truth, the moment he hesitated to answer, I already knew it was true. Light’s just as sick of this rotting world as I am. He won’t hesitate for a second to do what he can to change it, once he obtains the power to do so."
We continued this conversation into the house. I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a cookie as soon as I walked in. …I was going to need that extra comfort soon.
"Shahim, you can grab one, too. I need to ask you something once we get upstairs."
He grabbed two before following me up to my bedroom. Despite the house being completely empty, I locked the door behind me, anyways. …I’m still unsure as to why.
"So, now that you know he’s willing to carry out this plan of yours, how do you plan to make him do it? I don’t think you can just walk up to him and ask him to."
I gave him an answer, though as I did, a few tears rolled down my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Light."
"I’m going to use the Death Note again, Shahim, and set Light up to fix this world in my stead."
"But, that’s impossible. You can’t make somebody kill another person with the Death Note. Besides, how do you plan on making him obtain a Death Note of his own? He would have to have one in order for this to work, wouldn’t he?"
I sat down and asked my question to Shahim before answering his.
"I only need to know two more things before I go through with this, Shahim. The first is…how many years of life Light still has."
"Hmmm, …well, there’s a rule against me giving out names to humans, but I suppose there’s nothing wrong with giving out life spans. …From what I saw, your friend is destined to die after only seven and a half more years."
"Alright. …Yes, he will need a Death Note to carry out my plan…and I’m gonna give him one, without breaking that rule you mentioned earlier. But first, I need to know one more thing."
"…Go on."
"…What’ll happen if I specify that he finds a Death Note, …but don’t specify whether he uses it or not? Surely, those actions would then be left up to him and not your rule."
"Aaaah, …never thought of it that way. Well, that does sound rather contradicting, …but the only way we’ll find out is if you try your theory out. Also, where is he going to get a Death Note?"
"It’s common sense, Shahim. It’s either going to come from one of your fellow Shinigami…or me. I’m going to specify that he finds one approximately forty-five hours after I’ve written this in the Death Note. If he doesn’t have one by then, …I’ll just have to prepare to give up my own. It’s either that or my best friend dies of a heart attack in two days, which is something I will not allow."
I could tell from his expression, however faintly, that he was rather impressed with how well I’d thought this through.
"Hmmm, …how intriguing. And I suppose you’re going to specify that he dies around the time he was supposed to die, anyways, right?"
"That’s right. …I know that I can still give up on this plan now before I’m in too deep, …but I can’t allow anyone else to feel the same misery that I feel. Light is about to give up his chance at salvation in order to protect the rest of the world from sharing our fate. If he's still alive tomorrow, then I'll know that my logic had managed to find a way past that rule you mentioned. After that, ...well, let’s hope that at least one other Shinigami has been just as bored as you."
"Hehehe, shouldn't be too hard."
I broke off what remained of my lollipop and threw the stick away before biting off a large piece of my cookie and pulling up to my desk. Then, I took my pen into my hand and, within six minutes and forty seconds, I completely sealed my friend's fate. Everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place…to the point that it was almost frightening.
- The End -
