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On February 28th it was snowing heavily. On that day, the most beautiful baby that everyone in Tokyo hospital has ever seen was also born.
His skin looked like it was glowing, and he had a full head of hair, not to mention that every nurse and midwife were shocked that the baby was not covered in blood or any bodily fluids.
But soon enough they learned it wasn’t the most shocking news of all, when the doctor could feel something fluffy growing from the newborn’s back, upon close check they saw a set of tiny fluffy white wings. As white as the snow that was falling from the skies.
Sachiko was crying heavily, mostly because she couldn’t hug Her son after he was born.
Of the reason that the medical staff needed to check upon closely the biological rarity her son was born with.
Souichirou on the other hand was so shocked he couldn’t even bear himself to face his own wife, not to mention say something to make her feel better. He was just standing there motionless. The happiest day in their life become the most mortifying in just a few minutes.
When the doctors and nurses came back they told new parents that their son has a very rare genetic mutation but it’s also harmless, so they can think about it as a birthmark.
Souichirou finally came to his senses and started begging on his knees everyone present to never spoke to the press or anyone else about his son's abnormality. They all assured him that any information about any medical conditions are strictly confidential.
Sachiko was finally happy embracing her son in her arms and placing kisses on his small forehead as she whispered smoothly “you are my Light”.
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Light Yagami always knew he was different than others. His mother or father didn’t have any wings.
He got very excited when his mother was pregnant with Sayu, but he also got quite disappointed when his parents came back with a little bundle from the hospital, that's because he saw that his sister, also didn’t have any wings.
His father was always making sure to remind Light that he is different from other kids, and the wings are his secret. Even when his mother tried to make sure that there is nothing wrong with him.
Souchirou taught Light how to bandage his wings tightly so there wouldn’t be any sight of them through the clothes.
Sometimes, it was so tightly bandaged that it hurt, but Souchirou reminded Light that his a man, and shouldn’t complain.
But Light didn’t complain. The thing that makes him different from others, also make him stronger.
He realized that when he told lie, or behave improperly he get hurtful stomach ache that could last few days depending on the significance of his sin. When the deed was very wrongful, he also noticed that his wings suffered also - the feathers were falling down, and his complexion was no glowing anymore but rather dull.
Light decided to become the best version of himself as he didn’t want to have wings like a plucked chicken or having bad skin. He enjoyed being good-looking and he also enjoyed the perk that comes within it - when people were admiring him.
As there was no person who wasn’t prone to his charm. Too bad for him, he couldn’t use it fully, but a little stomach ache never hurt anybody, he just knew he couldn’t go overboard While manipulating people to his own desires Or telling white lies.
Light also truly enjoyed that he could fly. He still couldn’t enjoy it every day or at any given time. But the nights he could just soar through the sky were his favorites.
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Seventeen years old Light was sitting in the classroom, trying hard not to roll his eyes. The lecture was boring as always, Light already knew everything he needed to know. Sometimes, he wished he could just fly away through the window, and be free from the school boring setting and too many feely touchy people that were pestering him.
Light twitched his eyes as he saw a black book flying down from the sky. Anyone could think that it was some student prank, but the book was flying down from the center of the sky, and for sure it didn’t look like someone threw it from the school's windows. Not to mention that’s he’s classroom was on the last floor.
Light started playing with his pen in his fingers while observing if anyone’s gonna touch it before he could see what it was.
When finally lessons were over, Light tried to get out of the classroom as fast as he could, but Yamamoto blocked his way
“Light, do you want to go to the karaoke with us?”
Light thought something that makes a sharp but fast pain in his abdomen - ‘fucker’.
“No, thank you, I am busy”
Replied Light, not listening to what else the boy has to tell him. He didn’t suffer the consequences of the stomach ache as he didn’t told lie per se.
Light wanted to go as fast as he could to the schoolyard, but at the same time, he didn’t want anyone to see that he is in hurry. He can not be anything else but a composed student that everyone looks up to him. If anyone would see that he’s running, everyone would notice it, and make assumptions, or started asking questions if everything is alright or if he needs any help.
Finally, he found the book that he saw earlier flying from the sky on the grass.
‘Death Note?’ He read the inscription on the notebook to himself and tried to pick it up but Hid fingertips barely touched the notebook when he felt a great stomach-ache he could barely stand up.
‘What is this thing?!’ He thought to himself, knowing he’s looking at something that possesses great power and it’s certainly dangerous. He can not let anyone else have it. The earth has already too much scam as it is.
He took his school jacket and wrap Death Note around it, stuffing everything as neatly as possible in his backpack.
When he came back home he quietly went to his room, avoiding his mother sight. He didn’t want her to get suspicious of why he is not wearing his school jacket.
With a big sigh, he put carefully his backpack on his desk.
Light looked for winter gloves in his wardrobe, and when he finally found a pair of blacks one he put them on his hands to safely analyze the notebook inside.
Carefully he turned page after page reading the white English letters on a black paper with furrowed brows.
If he knows better he would assume it’s quite of a sick joke. But who else than him would believe in supernatural things? God damn, he has wings.
“Thank god I took it before someone else’
Thought Light to himself when he heard a knock on his doors. He also jumped from his chair and quickly hide the notebook with the rest of his book, and quickly took his gloves and hide them in his trousers pockets.
“Yes?”
“Mom says it’s time for dinner”
Says Sayu behind the doors. Light could hear she was tapping her foot. Probably in the rhythm of some of her favorite pop songs.
“Ok, thank you. I will be there in a second” answers Light relieved that it wasn’t a Shinigami demanding his soul. But what Shinigami would be mannerly enough to knock before entering his room? Light laughed at his own foolishness.
At the dinner, table Light keeps looking at his dad. He was conflicted if he should tell him about the notebook. Would that even take him seriously? What would he do? Would he be mad at him for taking such a thing when he already has lots of his owns problems, or would he be grateful for Light for taking his actions like a lawful citizen?
What would his father do with a notebook? For sure, he would take it to NPA. What would happen next? What if someone decided to test the power of a notebook, what if it really works.. what if...
Light shook his head. He can not tell his father about it. Light is the only person who can hold such powers, he is the only one worth it. Light is sure it was a kind of destiny. He knows he is the only one who is strong-willed enough to not use such a thing to his own benefit.
Back at his room Light decided to turn on the tv to watch the news if there is a possibility that there is another person who also got a notebook and if it is - it’s on the killing spree right now.
If there are people dying suddenly from heart attacks, for sure the tv would’ve reported it.
There was nothing on tv about the unusual heart attack, but there was a hostage situation. Apparently, a man called Otoharada Kurou was hiding in a preschool, holding in a hostage seven kids and a teacher. Light clicks his pen.
“Should I?” He thinks to himself and taking out the gloves in his trousers. After a few seconds he hides them in his pockets again.” no way” he shook his head.
“Oh! The hostages are coming out!”
Light interests go again to the television. You could hear the news spokesperson telling that the suspect just drops dead mysteriously, so everyone could escape safely.
“Impossible” whispers Light. He looks at his hands, but he didn’t write anything, did he? It couldn’t kill just by the thought of it, could it? But he didn’t feel any pain.. it only means that his theory of another notebook owner is true or it’s just a sick coincidence. Light nervously adjusted the bandages.
He could feel his wings are getting irritating. He took his shirt and the bandages, taking a good look at his back in the mirror. As always the skin around the wings was reddish, and you could see markings on the skin from the too-tight bandage. Light touch feathers on his wings petting them, it always makes him calmer and his mind clearer.
since he was getting older it’s also harder and more painful to hide them. They are growing with him and they are now about one meter long when layout. Light silently hoped they won’t grow anymore.
“Hyuk, Hyuk, that’s a nice pair”
Light looked around and saw a monstrous...
“Shinigami?!” Yelled Light falling down on the ground. He felt his stomach tying in the knots, But after a second he gets himself together.
Light gets up from the floor, looking at Shinigami with confidence.
“Hyuk Hyuk, you are right I am a Shinigami. The owner of the death note-Ryuk”
“I didn’t use your death note, you can not take my soul”
Said proudly Light
“ Huh? What are you talking about? I won’t do anything to you even if you used it. “ said Ryuk, showing his own pair of wings. Light looks at them with awe.
They didn’t resemble Light's wings a all, they were black as night and looked like it belonged to an enormous bat.
“Hyuk, Hyuk, I can assure you that you are not a Shinigami, even if you have these fluffy things “ laughed Ryuk when noticing interest of the Lights face on his wings.
The boy's ears become the color of crimson red.
“ I didn’t think about it...”
He whispered looking straight into eyes of the monster. He didn’t want to show any weakness to Ryuk.
“Of course, you didn’t. Let me tell you about the death note. There is no consequence of you using it... well, not at least the wild thing your human mind is imagining. The person who uses it doesn’t go to heaven or hell after they die... also, it belongs to ups now, unless you decided to give it up ... then all your memories of it would just go ‘poof’”
Ryuk snaps his fingers
“ oh, and only you can hear me or see me. And we are bonded together now, even if you are so boring that you didn’t use the notebook...well, at least not yet”
Light crossed his arms together
“And I won’t be using it”
Ryuk didn’t reply to that but just chuckled, on which Light raised an eyebrow questionable.
” I don’t see what’s so funny about it”
commented Light while putting a T-shirt on himself. He finally decided it was a time to stop showing his naked chest to a Shinigami, especially when this Shinigami didn’t take his eyes from him even for a second, which made Light way too uncomfortable. He was used to looking like these, but he certainly wasn’t used to having them from the god of death.
“Oh, but I do”