♚Ｎｉｃｏｔｉｎｅ♚ ➳Light Yagami X Reader

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The glory of a nation dies..

You groaned as you woke up from your slumber, but you were happy that a (favorite band/artist) song was playing instead of the wretched sound of an alarm clock. You quickly got up and put on a black tank top, (f/c) flannel, and ripped jeans. You went downstairs and ate breakfast with your family, then you went off to school. Like every other day, you said hello to the same people, went to the same classes, and the news was always the same. Murder. Robbery. Rape. It wasn't a surprise to know that these kind of things were happening, because it was apart of daily life. No one really cared about what was happening, but you did.

The symbol of this war is coming..

It was sad knowing that no one cared,they would rather care how many likes they've gotten on a post or how many followers they have on an account. You cared about what was happening, you didn't like that everything was almost in chaos. And in the words of Mark Twain, "Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one who inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it." But, today you felt something was going to be different, you just knew it.

As you walked into class, you sat down in a vacant seat, which was to the left of none other than Light Yagami. You had to admit, he was pretty attractive, but that wasn't the reason you liked him, no it was because of his intelligence. He was more, sophisticated, than the other guys. Light was quiet and kept to himself in class, while outside during P.E or lunch he was a social butterfly. Unlike him, you were always reading in social moments. You read different books like: The Fault In Our Stars, The Manson File, Anne Frank, and even more. Although, you and Light both want to work in the justice system; he wants to be a detective, and you want to be (detective/judge/district attorney/etc.)

A warning meant to save our lives from F.E.A.R.'s religion..

As you sat, you started to procrastinate, looking around at everything in your daydreaming state. Light started to study you, he was curious and intrigued by you. An independent, kind, and intelligent person such as yourself; the perfect Goddess for The New World. You came back to your senses because the teacher had called on you to recite a poem, it was The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe. You stood up and did what you were asked to do.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore –
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping. As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door –
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door –
Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; – vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow – sorrow for the lost Lenore –
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore –
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door –
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; –
This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" – here I opened wide the door; –
Darkness there and nothing more.