Yesterday was a bit of a funny blur. I never knew Light had that unique side to him, frankly, he also commented a lot about our current justice systems and situations.
I found it intriguing, the way his mind worked and the views he had according to the topics.. still, it's been a while since I had fun at work.
"Agh, AH!"
"Light?" I exclaimed as I barged into his room after hearing him and suspected that he was in trouble or some sort of pain.
"What's happening, are you alright?" I gently held his arms which he was using to roughly grab his hair and squeezing his head.
"Agh, it-it's happening again! It hurts..so bad right now, w-water.."
I frantically grabbed the water bottle on his table stand, twisting the cap open and handing it to him; he was sweaty and panting a lot, I just wish I could help him ease through the pain.
"Something must have triggered it, what were you doing before it happened?"
He slowly calmed down, he blinked his eyes multiple times and looked around to test his vision. "I can see again, finally" He sighed, clutching his heart.
"That's it, breathe. You're all right" I placed my hand on his back, gently patting him and rubbing in a downwards motion. "Are you feeling better?" I asked, looking straight at his eyes as I move his soft hair away from his face, pushing it back and tucking some strands underneath his ears.
"Yes, thank you.."he responds, still a little out of breath after finishing about half the bottle. "I didn't think hearing my dad's voice on the phone would cause something like that to happen"
"Ah, so after hearing your dad while on a call with him, you suddenly got the migraine and blurriness just like before?" I asked and he nodded. "Didn't you talk to him after the accident? The number of visits our patients have is logged in our sheets, specifically for safety reasons.. so why did it not happen before?"
"I'm not sure, my dad mentioned something about Kira and the moment he talked about his job and what they're doing, it just happened. I accidentally ended the call so he might try and contact me again later on" Light fiddled with his fingers, still trying to figure out what just occurred.
"I think that made me remember something though"
"It did? That's great news! What is it, Light?"
"I just saw a little glimpse of how I used to help my dad capture Kira. I would come to their headquarters and just cooperate with their investigations.."
"Wow, you really are something to get the police to trust your opinion on their cases, huh?"
"That's all I remembered though despite the amount of pain it brought me" He chuckled a little, drinking every drop of his water.
"You know, I just noticed it a little but anything connected to Kira seems to help you recover some of your memories; do you think we should dive deeper into that and try to use it to help you?"
Right at that moment, Light's eyes completely changed but not in a way that anyone would possibly notice. It was almost as if he was exactly the same but I could sense something flipped a switch somewhere in his brain.
"Hm.. it's still a little terrifying for me. Just now, I thought my brain was being split into two. If you think it'll help me remember my memories then I'll trust you but could you give me a little time to adjust to it?" His eyes softened again, smiling softly like how usually does.
"Okay, try and get some rest. I'll replace your bandages later in the afternoon" I gave him a warm smile before leaving the room.
I couldn't believe what I saw, it was so subtle, I nearly missed it.
I wonder why hearing about Kira triggers him, is it because he's the son of a detective and it has affected his personal life? But he always seemed to have a certain ideology on justice even on his own. Have they met before? Has Kira killed a relative or a close friend of his?
All these questions started to hurt my head, I was thinking even during lunch time.
"Hey, Hara?"
"Hm?" She lifted her head from slurping the ramen we bought in the cafeteria.
"Can you tell me more about Kira?"
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Love, Hate and Death (Light Yagami x Reader)
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