|•Oh Death•|•Death Note•|

|•Odd•|

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that's in this story besides my OC's. Therefore I don't own Death Note and it's plot. So no suing here~!! ^_^

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Once him and Hirayama reached his home, him once again offering to escort her home with her politely declining with a bow of her head and left into the night. Even as Light went through the motions of showing his mother his scores, telling her that the girl in front of their house was just a classmate and she shouldn't jump to conclusions, and going up in his room to drop his load of school supplies, Light's mind kept echoing the lazy genius words.

"Why, if it works Yagami-kun, you'd be labeled a murderer. And no one likes a murderer."

As she said it, Light couldn't help but notice how her lips were upturned in a smirk he can only read as amusement, dark lilac eyes matching it with another emotion Light couldn't quite read. Hirayama surely had to be teasing him, trying to make him grow wary of a book that is clearly fictional and made for someone's amusement. Light internally shook his head, his form gliding to his desk to turn on his lamp and place his bag atop the wooden surface along with said book.

He sat on his desk chair, and stared at the notebook.

Hirayama Yuki was known to others in the school, as a lazy genius. Able to pass the test successfully without doing barely any homework or classwork for all her classes, always doing the bare minimum. She's done this in all the years he's known her within Daikoku Private Academy as well as Gamou Prep Academy, not doing much except for exams and the occasional project in addition to being called to participate from teachers. He's been able to work with her in certain projects, simply due to the fact that the teachers knew that their fellow classmates would try to use the two smartest within the whole school to their advantage so they themselves don't have to work much. Light was thankful for those times, because he really hated when others don't do their own work and think they can freely use him as they please. Even if he outwardly said with a close eyed smile that felt wrong on his lips, that he doesn't mind doing all the work.

During those times of working with Hirayama, as well as his years of observing her, he always took note how she always seemed far away within her mind. Those unique amethyst eyes that always everyone talks about, either charmed by it or scared by them due to their oddness and thoughts on what they would like if she glared. Her own popularity, similar to his own, usually stems from her politeness as well as sensibility. The dark brown hair girl only speaking when one comes up to her or to entertain those around her when she deemed fit. At times, having a boy's arms around her shoulders during lunch breaks, them always conversing with her giving little input back to all the boys she has dated thus far.

Light closed his eyes in thought, then gathered supplies to begin studying, yet his mind still thought of Hirayama.

He always thought they would be friends, but due to their lack of interaction as well as large popularity and responsibilities, they were never able to become close even if Light wanted to. He still questions her laziness, however, always pondering on why she has those sloth like tendencies. Though, it would give her the excuse of others not bothering her for her work.

Light doesn't even know how many times his fellow classmates and his...friends asked him for his work to copy and get an easy high grade.

Sometimes, he wondered, if he even has any true friends in the first place. Light frowned in thought, now wondering if Hirayama has any true friends as well. According to her, he's one of the few who know she enjoys such odd subjects such as the supernatural, including this notebook that he is positive that fell from the sky but no logical way of explaining such an event.