Yandere Death Note Oneshots

Everything You've Wanted | Light and L

Life passed by in a blur.

Like a camera flash, you found it akin to. Motion streaks blearing the crowd of people walking past you. All with a purpose, a sense of determination fuelling their legs. While you merely sat there on a bench, watching them from the sidelines. You could join them too. Go with the flow of the sidewalk and bustling busses. 

But why should you? There was no place for you to go except home, no one to hang out with except the public itself. Really, you could argue you weren't truly alone. The school courtyard was filled with your fellow students, each laughing, talking, and playing, and you paid attention to them all. 

Yet that gnawing feeling left an unspoken rift in your chest, not daring to even look within for the darkness creeps out to drag you in. 

You may not be alone, but those people never spared you a glance. It was like your body was in another dimension, your mind somewhere between life and death. You could not move, even if you wanted to.

This was another kind of weight, one you could never quite shrug off. 

With everywhere to look, yet never a place to comfortably reside, you finally set your attention on the tennis courts ahead. You recognized one of the men with light brown hair and neat bangs. The top student of your university, the ever popular and eloquent one.

The other, you didn't. 

Unlike Light Yagami, his messy hair was dark and his wide eyes darker. It reminded you of a hole in your chest you desperately avoided, and you instinctively found yourself looking away lest you get dragged into him as well. Dully, you realized no shoes adorned his bare feet upon the fake grass of the tennis courts, the same lawn people sat on and ruminated about the winner of this upcoming match.

Everywhere Light goes, attention follows. Praise lingers in the air, and the people gather. Nothing the two spoke to each other reached your ears, but there was a still a pull that beckoned you like the string that connected the ball to each other's rackets in a smooth play. 

"Haven't you heard of him?" One of the girls in front you excitedly leaned towards her friend. "That's Hideki Ryuga-- apparently he's new. Ahh, he's so cute, I bet he's going to win." They either didn't notice someone was behind them, or they didn't care. 

Hideki-- who you presumed was the man whose eyes you couldn't bear to meet-- surprisingly kept up countering Light's rebuttals, through tennis and banter. You assumed the latter, given how Light's lip tensed with a near imperceptible twitch. Otherwise, his face gave away nothing, but his eyes couldn't hide the hate within them. 

It was a look you've seen multiple times. When you've seen his friends joke about childish matters or the gossip about the recent outbreak of Kira murders matched with people's opinionated proclamations of justice.

Light may have been a golden boy in the eyes of many, but yours had a clarity sharp and only wielded by one who has nothing to do but think. And it didn't take a lot for you to see and realize that his gold had scratches and spots of tarnish. 

It was the very reason you averted your gaze as soon as he tilted his head to meet your eyes. 

You didn't look back to the match until you heard cheers of joy. 

In the end, there was only one winner, and of course, it was the golden boy.

Hands joined together, just another in an orchestra of applause. In those times, you didn't have to worry or want to stand out-- you were part of the audience. But this time, you paused, hands resting on your lap as the rest clapped. 

You didn't know why either, and you didn't think about it too much. It wouldn't be until years later when it becomes clear it was from a place of premonition, a starting of a show too macabre to give a standing ovation too, but one too mesmerizing not to stare with adoring and glass covered eyes.