Prologue

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The rain fell in steady sheets, soaking the city in a cold, relentless downpour. Light Yagami stood by his bedroom window, staring out at the darkened streets below. His mind, sharp and calculating, was preoccupied with thoughts that had little to do with the mundane scene outside. He had begun to feel it recently—a strange, unshakable sense that something was pulling at him, tugging at the edges of his mind like an invisible thread wound tight around his very soul.

It was irrational, and Light Yagami was not a man prone to irrationality. But the feeling persisted, growing stronger each day, like the faint hum of a distant, inescapable force. He dismissed it with a shake of his head, turning away from the window. He had more important things to focus on.

The notebook lay on his desk, innocuous and yet filled with unimaginable power. The Death Note, a tool that allowed him to shape the world according to his vision of justice. Light's fingers brushed against its cover, the weight of his responsibilities settling heavily on his shoulders. He had made his choice—to cleanse the world of criminals, to create a utopia where only the righteous would thrive. And nothing, not even this peculiar unease, would distract him from his mission.

Yet as he opened the Death Note and began to write, the feeling intensified. It was as if the very act of inscribing names brought him closer to something—or someone. His hand paused, the pen hovering above the page. He closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. It was then that he heard it, a faint voice at the back of his mind, whispering a name he had heard countless times before.

L.

The infamous detective, his greatest adversary. The one person who stood between him and his vision of a perfect world. Light's eyes snapped open, his gaze hardening as he tried to push the thought away. This was ridiculous. L was nothing more than an obstacle, a nuisance that needed to be eliminated. He wouldn't allow himself to be distracted by anything as foolish as a feeling.

But the name lingered in his mind, refusing to be silenced. He closed the Death Note, frustration bubbling beneath his calm exterior. He had never felt like this before, never been so unsettled by something he couldn't explain. Light Yagami was always in control—of his thoughts, his actions, his destiny. Yet now, for the first time, he felt as though something, or someone, was controlling him.

Meanwhile, across the city, L sat hunched over his laptop in a dimly lit room, the rain pattering softly against the windows. His thumb brushed against his lower lip as he stared at the screen, his mind working through the latest clues in the Kira case. The case had consumed him, every waking moment devoted to finding the elusive murderer who believed himself to be a god. And yet, tonight, his thoughts were elsewhere.

He couldn't shake the feeling that had been plaguing him for weeks now, an odd sensation like a string pulling at his consciousness, leading him... where? He didn't know. But it was persistent, and L knew better than to ignore such things. He had always trusted his instincts, and right now, they were telling him that something was coming. Something that involved Kira.

Or perhaps it involved the young man L had recently come to suspect might be Kira.

Light Yagami.

The thought of him sent a shiver down L's spine, though he couldn't say why. He had faced countless criminals in his career, encountered all manner of twisted minds, but none had affected him like this. None had made him feel so... connected. As if their fates were intertwined in a way that went beyond mere coincidence.

L's fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, but his thoughts remained on Light. He had to be careful—L couldn't afford to let personal feelings cloud his judgment. Yet as much as he tried to rationalize it, he couldn't deny the strange pull he felt toward the young man. It was more than just the thrill of the chase, more than the satisfaction of outwitting a formidable opponent. It was something deeper, something that made L question everything he thought he knew about himself.

He leaned back in his chair, letting out a long, slow breath. The feeling was growing stronger, the invisible thread between them tightening with each passing day. And L knew, with a certainty that both thrilled and terrified him, that it was only a matter of time before their paths crossed again. But when they did, what would happen?

The rain continued to fall, the city's lights casting a soft glow on the wet streets. In two different parts of the city, Light Yagami and L Lawliet sat in silence, both of them lost in thoughts they couldn't fully understand. The invisible string that bound them together was pulling them closer, tightening its grip with every passing moment.

Neither of them knew it yet, but their lives were about to change forever. And whether they ended up as enemies or something far more complicated was a question neither of them could answer. Not yet.

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