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He glazed over to the side, his eyes fogged and hazed. Yet he swore he could see someone through the rusted metal bars of the stairs. They just stood there watching, watching him bleed. Watching him die in the musty stairwell. He turned his head in an attempt to get a clearer look, a better look. Unfortunate that his heart stopped when he finally turned his head.

Light Yagami died, alone on the stairwell. There was no-one there, no one living that is.

Insert magical sparkles~

Light’s eyes fluttered open, rays of sun peeked through the shutters. He blinked a few times, confusion riled into his brain. Where was he? Hadn't he just died? He glanced to the side to see wooden bars, they were not tall but they aren't super short either. Where the hell was he? He went to sit up but found he couldn't. Odd. He peered down only to find a much smaller body than he was used to, wrapped in a swaddle of sorts.

“Eh-?” He flipped his head back and forth. The realization dawned on him that he was in-fact a baby. “Haoo,” Oh great, he couldn't even speak, lovely, amazing. Fantastic. He tried to roll on his side, which ended up working much to his joy. He now had a minor improvement in view from his crib. Or what he presumed to be a crib. The light shining through the window indicates that it is morning or at least noon. However from the angle he's at, although he can barely tell. The sun seems to be shining roughly from straight where he is. And because it's so bright it means that it is some time in the morning. Most likely eight to ten am. Which means (if he really is a baby) he wasn't put down for a nap but to sleep. And going off guesstimates he probably has anywhere from five minutes to two hours before he sees someone.

On the other hand, if he wanted someone as soon as possible he could very well cry. However that seemed quite off limits due to it being a jab at his pride if he were to do so. So instead he flipped back over and layed there in anticipation.

It's probably noon now, from how the sun is shining in. No one has even come in, nor has he heard any noise from outside his room. Which makes it quite possible that he was put down for a nap and not to sleep. Which also means, in order to see another person and figure out more information on where he is he'd have to cry. Or he could just scream. He'd much rather scream than cry like a child. He took a deep breath and screamed.

Sudden clatter echoed in the home, which was then followed by thumping. He could hear a higher pitched voice curse under their breath as the door flung open. Light jumped and gazed towards the now obviously woman.

“Fuck! I'm so sorry!” She hurried toward him, peering into his crib. The woman whined, she tucked her arms under his body and lifted him up. “I'm so sorry.. Ugh..” Light looked up at the woman and if he could even show shock he would look horrified. She almost identical to Eriko, holy fucking shit.

“It's your big sister's birthday..” She cradled him with one hand and rubbed her forehead with the other. “So I got distracted getting everything ready.. I'm so sorry baby..” He looked away and down at himself. How old was he exactly? Obviously one years old or younger by the looks of it. Wait, was he even a male? His new mom, as one might say, leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“You're probably hungry, aren't you?” She hummed and glanced around. “I don't have time to make a bottle…” Her mouth let out a sigh.

Light froze, his face going pale.

That is now in his top ten of worst things he has experienced. Not higher than meeting Misa though.

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Light was bored beyond belief. He was stuck sitting in a stupid playpen for kids, with an annoying show playing on the TV. It wasn't anything someone of a caliber even close to his would sit back and enjoy on a regular basis. It was full of headache-inducing colors popping out at you in every which way. Which served to be eye catching to the average age range of viewers. However, Light was not the average age range for the viewers. Or well, he supposed he was. At least physically.

He plopped onto his back and proceeded to, in an attempt, tune out the noise from the tv in favor of listening to Eriko cook away in the kitchen. That seemed, and is, far more entertaining than this brain-rot of a children's show. If he was honest, he'd rather have to sit through watching the shows his sister watched as a kid than this. Which he thought were too colorful and annoying. He’d never understand the interest in talking ponies. Never would, never have.

The light sweet smell (Perhaps a chocolate?) or cake wisped through the air. And although he wasn't one for sweets, anything would be better than milk in his humble opinion. Then again, he had no teeth, and he'd rather not choke.

He turned his attention to the floor, where a small heap of toys lay scattered. Most were bright colors, while others duller. The dull ones were mostly likely for usage though, hand-me downs as one would say. Light grabbed the closet toy and inspected it. It was a Pegasus with an awfully bright mane. The body was stained and had a few stitch marks around its body. There was only one wing on the thing, the other presumably ripped or worn off. Its eyes were actually quite a nice magenta-esque color, much better than the rainbow hair of a mane. He was then thrown-off his investigation of a plush-Pegasus by a loud trapping at the door.

“Ah! That must be Ide-san!” Eriko hurried over to the door, talking to herself just loud enough that Light could hear her. He watched with intent (aka-for no reason but he was utterly bored), as she opened the door.

“So good to see you, Ide-san! Please come in!” She took a small bow and gestured to the man to enter. Ide nodded with a smile, pushing the door shut behind him.

“You to Eriko, and please drop the ‘san’. We’re practically family,” He chuckled, removing his shoes and stepping into the living room. “Akiya been any trouble for you?” Ide remarked, from this angle light could see he had some sort of food item in his hand. However, it was covered so he didn't have the ability to see just what it was.

“Oh, her No she's been great! Only fussed a little earlier.” Eriko hummed, whipping the imaginary sweat off her forehead. “I'm just glad she’s so well behaved at this young of an age! Her older sister was near constantly fussing,”

“Really? Isn't she supposed to be teething soon?”

“Yeah, any day now! She just hit 6 months a week or so ago.” She walked into the kitchen, Ide following close behind. “So bound to happen any-day..” She stopped and patted a spot on the counter “You can just put that here!”

“I hope my little one is as good as Akiya..” Ide grumbled rubbing his forehead.

“Your wife's due next month right?”

“She is, it's been quite rough on her.” Ide had a slight gloom on his face. “She's been bed bound for the last week, her mom's practically a roommate for us now.”

Eriko nodded and took a quick peek in the oven. “I hope she'll get better after the birth..”

Light at upright watching the two from the living room. He had an assumption he was most likely ‘Akiya’. That wasn't a bad name but he also couldn't tell the kanji for it so that’d be a bust. He was also unaware that Ide was married. Perhaps a recent occurrence or did he just not care enough if he ever mentioned it. The latter most likely.

He looked back at the toy Pegasus; it was sprawled out onto the floor. Why was such a small insignificant toy so intriguing to him. It did have a familiarity to it, which means he may recognize it from somewhere. He doubts that possibility, however. Could be the fact that he was in the body of a baby and therefore his mind was altered to a degree that he may find this fascinating now. He didn't like to think about his mind being altered in any way. So he was going to ignore that possibility and just go back to watching Eriko and Ide.

He turned back to where they were just to find them having disappeared. Well, not disappeared but they just moved whilst he was looking away. Annoying, however he could not control one's actions (unless he had the death note, which he did not). He glanced around before spotting them chatting on the couch.

“-e’ll probably be here in about an hour?” Eriko grabbed her phone glancing at it briefly. “Maybe less, give or take.”

“Alright..” Ide glanced at the tv which was still displaying the sickeningly bright show. “Can I change the channel?” Eriko looked at Ide and down to him. Light stared back and decided he'd glare at her. What, he wasn't happy with her. She could have fed him with a bottle!

“Have you been watching us the whole time?” Her voice was achingly pitched, or well she was talking in baby-talk as most would say. He sat still unamused.

“Wow, she's already got one hell of a poker face!” Ide remarked watching as Eriko deflated slightly at her daughter's lack of response.

“Yeah.. she does. Anyway, you can change the channel, it won't bother me. Probably won't bother her saying she's more interested in us.”

Ide simply nodded and took the remote from the coffee table. The Tv buffed and flickered as he switched through channels, finally landing on the news. He shifted in his seat, turning to face Eriko.

“When’s Aizawa supposed to arrive with Yumi and Akiji?”

“Oh? They should be here in about an hour?” Eriko took her phones out, checking the time. “Uh- yeah an hour!” Ide hummed and turned to face the tv while Eriko pulled up Facebook on her phone.

Light watched as they did relatively boring stuff. Like, aren't you supposed to play with a baby and not let it sit in a play pin bored to death? He had quite the strong urge to throw something at one of the two adults in the room. Though which one would be at mercy is undetermined. He snapped his head between the two, the decision being entirely up to him. His lips pursed when he pouted, clutching the plush pony in his hand. Eventually after careful consideration he chose Ide to hit with the plush. Mainly because he was petty, (What let a man be petty!). He lifted it up and chucked it at the man, the plush hitting him square in the face.

“ACK-!” Ide gasped, startled from the random item thrown at his face. Eriko, who had peeked up when it happened, just snickered.

“You’re a police officer, why are you so startled from a plush!”

“Fuck off!” He glared at Eriko and then down at Light. “Now why would you do that!” Light glared back, the urge to flip the man off quite strong. Fortunately for Ide Light did not have enough control of his fingers to get a decent one so that would have to be put on hold. Instead, he glared up and blew a raspberry.

“Since when could you do that!” Eriko gasped, a smile still wide on her face. Light continued his glare except directed it toward Eriko. He was quite annoyed with both of them not doing anything interesting. And for Light, dumb toys were not that intriguing. Besides the pony plush which was now outside of the play pin.

“Who shit in her coffee?” Ide snickered, ironically taking a sip of his own coffee. Eriko snorted, placing her phone onto the armrest of the sofa.

“Yu!” Light mustered, although he couldn't exactly talk, he could say things that almost sounded like words. “Yu daa!” He felt oddly embarrassed by talking like this, especially because he was trying to say words.

“I did?” Light nodded. “Wow Eriko, you raised one rude baby.”

“Oh my god.”

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Light.

Light..

Light!

LIGHT!

…

Cold, it was cold. The wind gushed against his face, a deep freezing breeze. Someone was calling his name, right? He looked around the abyss he seemed to find himself in. It was pitch black besides from the bright shine of white above him. Like a hospital light, one of the ones they use during a surgery. Yet it didn't light up the hole he was in, or was it really an abyss. He stood up and took a step forward.

And another.

And another.

And another.

It didn't end, there was space for ages, longer than he'd have figured plausible. It just kept going, and an endless stream to walk.He didn't even feel a little exhausted even after what felt like walking at least 10 miles. What was this? Why did it keep going? Why did it never stop? It should have stopped? Right? The breeze was still strong and cold. He couldn't understand why or what this was.. 

!PLUNK!

What? What was that? He ran forward till he felt something under his foot. A notebook? What was that doing there? It had English words on the front. He could understand them yet his brain would listen. What was this, what is this? He knew he knew the words yet it didn't seem to make a single connection to his mind. This notebook?

Light…

Who was that!?

Why..

Why what?

Why did you do this?

What? What did I do!

Light. Light. Light

What! WHAT! WHAT!?

It's your fault.

Huh? What? My fault..? What did I do? 

It's your fault, it's all your fault.

Why are you saying this? What's my fault!

I loved you Light..

You were the best son I could have asked for.

You could've been something great.

Misa. D-dad!? L..?

NO!

NO!

NO!

No!

No!

No..

No.

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“Shh…Shhh, Its okay Akiya.” A soft calming voice hit his ears; it made him feel safe? “You're okay, it was just a bad dream.” Oh, it was Eriko. Right, he was in a baby's body. That must be why he felt so comforted by this sweet voice. Wait, her voice isn't sweet! No, it's not.

“You sisters are playing upstairs, you slept through the party little one!” She chuckled, bouncing him up and down, like he could even understand her. Well, he could but any other baby wouldn't be able to. That wasn't the point. Anyway, what was that dream even about? The notebook for one, but he couldn't think of what else it could have been about. Some sort of guilt? No, he didn't feel guilty. He was in the right after all, what was there to be guilty about? His eyes went up to look at Eriko's face, as he was just facing into her shoulder. What, no; Unless he was hallucinating there should not be a name above her head.

And a lifespan.

Holy shit. He, he has the eyes.

He has the fucking eyes.

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Light swiftly jerked his head down, he was pretty happy, ecstatic even. He has the eyes, and presumably at no cost! This would make his life so much easier. That is if he had that damn notebook. Really they’re only useful then. Well he supposed they could help him find someone with ownership of a notebook. Which then in turn he could figure out how to steal it for himself and then he’ll have it. However if he were to do that it’d have to wait a few years. As he can’t exactly walk yet. 

Oh fuck.. His eyes are probably red like anyone else’s who has the eyes (in use and he couldn’t seem to stop using them.Which means they may be permanent.), and they most likely weren’t that color before hand. Which may cause some problems for him, soon and in the future. Especially if they realize he has them. They know what the eyes are after all. But on one hand they don’t k ow that someone can be born with them. (He didn’t either till just know but that is not the point right now.)

He looks back up at Eriko, her name and life span hovering over her head. Moving ever so slightly in minor swingles up and down, interesting. 

“..Akiya.?” Eriko murmured, the hand she had previously laid on his back went to his chin. “You’re…your eyes! SHUICHI!” 

“YES!?”

Shit! Light tried to pull his head down but Erika’s hand on his chin wouldn’t let him. He could here Aizawa making his way down the stairs.

”SOMETHINGS WRONG WITH AKIYA!” She looks down at Light then back towards the staircase. “HER EYES ARE BRIGHT RED!” Her hand brushed Lights bangs of his forehead to get a better look at his eyes. 

“AND BY RED I MEAN HER IRISES NOT HER EYE WHITES!” And the walking stopped. He stood still at the bottom of the staircase.

Shit.

shit.

SHIT.

He’s gonna figure it out, he’ll know! Fuck, what is he supposed to do!? Run?!? He can’t even fucking walk yet! Screwed, he is so royally screwed!

”Let me see!” And suddenly he was in Aizawas arms. We’ll kill him, just fucking kill him. The curly haired man stared with a deep intent , straight into his now red eyes.

”..holy shit!” 

“SHUICHI!”

”.!..sorry.. Is it hurting her..?”

”No doesn’t seem to be, she hasn’t cried..” Eriko placed an arm around Aizawas, nerves practically radiating off her in waves. “How did this even happen..”

Aizawa was still looking quite intently at his eyes, which was starting to make him uncomfortable. Yet he couldn’t help but slightly fuck with him by looking up, right at the name and lifespan above his head.

”no.. god- no..”

”It’s oficial. I’m cursed!”

“IDE!GET IN HERE PLEASE!” Ide grumbled from the living room but now the less went to the kitchen. 

“what.”

”You can’t tell me that her eyes don’t look like those eyes.”

”huh? What?” Ide peered over Aizawas shoulder. Light looked at him and then slowly above his head. Sure he was making it obvious, but so what. If they ever asked about it he’d just say there was nothing. After all he knows it’s not normal to see names or numbers above someone’s head!