Phone calls and tickets & 3 days

It is very difficult to make a list of the things that bring pleasure to Light. I really thought a lot and found almost nothing. But with a lot of effort, I realized that he loves to have control over things. He absolutely loves to be the owner of the circumstances.

Three months later

Nobody would say that the most respected Japanese student slept there if he saw his condition.

There were five shirts on the bed, but Yagami wore none. He prowled his room in long, restless strides, wandering unsure of what he was doing. Perhaps it was an uproar to see all that spread out on the floor, chest and closet, literally a sin for his sense of organization deeply hurt by the past few months.

Physical and emotional organization.

The boy prowled the areas, sometimes bumping into objects, with his body withdrawn from morning sleepiness. Not that this was normal for someone who always woke up with a glowing smile until some time ago.

He entered the bathroom every minute, checking his hair, his face, or just looking at himself. He left and returned, agonized.

─ But where's the damn uniform when you need it? He whispered, irritation rising through his veins. He tried to weigh in on the places and possibilities, but his body was not programmed to lose things. And yes to have them in order

Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket at once, in response. He would be too irritated to respond, if it weren't for the girl the photo of the call showed. For he needed to answer it. So, he took a deep breath, before saying his "hello" with that usual scripted sympathy.

─ Light. ─ She replied, sounding totally relieved and angry. ─ I swear I won't try to call you again if you ignore me like that.

He laughed briefly.

─ I have a physics exam today. And you know how Mikami never helps with the exact ones. I always have to carry us.

She, in turn, returned the giggle

─ You could pair with anyone and you would have no difficulty. Don't act like you don't know that.

─ You say so. ─ He paused before continuing. ─ Can I know what I couldn't wait until school?

─ For your information, Light Yagami, I am performing a one hundred percent altruistic act of informing you that your uniform stayed at my house.

The Japanese man widened his eyes in disbelief. He sat on the bed, wanting to laugh and sigh with his own forgetfulness. He massaged his forehead and snorted to himself, as if on the other side the girl could see his gestures.

─ Just like your backpack, prodigy boy. ─ completed. ─ Why do I have the slightest impression that you were crazy looking for them?

─ You could have warned me earlier. He exclaimed indignantly.

─ You were too busy studying physics, you didn't have time to answer my first call in almost two years. - he articulated in an extremely serious voice, which made Yagami smile really.

─ Wasn't yesterday enough?

─ It is two years, Yagami. ─ she defended herself, exasperated.

─ I'm going to get my things. Don't go to school without me.

The other party was silent, but spoke again before the boy answered.

─ It's been a long time, hasn't it? She whispered, with excitement and nostalgia.

"Yes ..." he replied in the same way. ─ Not as much as I imagined.

This time, there was really no answer. And it took some time to understand that she had hung up on him. That old first year game

─ Ah, of course. Very clever, Takada. 1x0 for you.

---- 0 ----

Mikami was leaning against the pillar of his home's porch, sweeping the horizon and stamping his foot impatiently. He met the honey eyes in the middle of a turn of the head, and soon he went forward to meet him at the gate.

─ Good morning, Light. Your uniform is inside. I just hope you don't take too long to wear it when Kyomi.

The funny thing is that this was the second time he had stepped in this house in a long time.

─ Not with today's test. He said as he walked away and invaded through the main door. An insane nervousness suddenly hit him as he entered the waxed floor and the classic decor. He looked at the ceiling, a small dome, and then analyzed the small segments of ornaments, all the same as he remembered. The bears carved in wood, red velvet sofa. European atmosphere. Another world.

─ Do you know that my mother never forgave you for spilling milk on the carpet?

The voice came right beside him. Takada smiled and looked at the whitish stain of the almost perfect fabric that covered almost the entire length of the room. It was the time necessary for Light to analyze it again, as it had done a billion times yesterday. The short hair was truly a shock. for the boy, so used to long locks. Not only that, but he was pondering how different 730 days can make a person.

Kyomi was beautiful.

She wore the uniform, but her height and gracefulness shaped the fabric

perfectly, as if she transformed the clothes the moment she put them on. And it seemed that she had surrendered to "wearing makeup is a futile thing", because her skin was too good to be natural. It reminded him of those uncomfortable lines at the corners of his eyes. He had learned to like them.

But I didn't like to think about why.

─ I already apologized. ─ he objected, after he realized what she had said.

She stared at him for the first time that day, smiling a little.

─ Your clothes are in Mikami's room. I'll wait for you outside.

---- 0 ----

The way to school was much further from the Takada brothers' house. That winter didn't help particularly, and Light was freezing to the ear. It was not long before it snowed, despite the sunlight leaving its luminous trails and allowing slightly more bearable temperatures.

Yagami really wanted to get to school right away, as his nose was already protesting that coldness. Just like his eyes, which were hurt with every winter gust. Absolutely unbearable. Hands hidden in the school coat, which was too thin for such a mild thermal sensation.

Very, very annoying.

However, somehow, he managed to see the panoramic context of his scene: all the students who also walked the sidewalks were much calmer. The cold seemed to demand that humans become warmer.

And it is very difficult to live only with the lustful summer all year round. Winter is like something that makes us sick, sneeze and get out of our comfort and our clothes. And then it gives us more opportunities to feel warm and comfortable, in a bed, with hot chocolate and a book. It is not pure agitation, but a season that takes us out of our minds with its calm and soon afterwards holds us in it. Finally, finally, he leaves, leaving us with that mess.

Angry because he came, angry because he went.

And he wasn't talking about Kyomi.

It is the famous-but-recent depression.

─ At least you were really fluent this time, right? ─ Mikami's voice rose and Light returned his attention to the brothers once again. Takada He twisted his mouth and eyebrows in a grimace of disgust, very offended.

─ I was already fluent, Teru Mikami.

─ Ah, yes. Light scored higher than you in English.

─ I didn't pay attention to the tests, you bastard. ─ He gave a half smile. ─ You don't know how Europe changes you.

Teru twisted his face.

─ Kyomi, you were so obsessed with grades that you asked Light to steal your report card from the teachers' rooms before everyone else. You literally counted and fought for every tenth.

─ As if you weren't like that, right? - scolded, and everyone kept walking.

Light gave a half smile, but the mood of the conversation was decadent.

─ And by the way, Mikami, I know you only did this to try to be vice president of the school. Why then, could you ...

─ Shut up. - demanded.

They fell silent and looked at Light immediately, with intent eyes, watching him.

He noticed a few steps later

─ What is it? ─

─ No, nothing. ─ she almost whispered, then quickly put one of the little things behind her ear and breathed, changing the atmosphere and the subject ─ Nobody told me about school yet. How is the third year going?

Both boys seemed too airy to respond, but Light did it first.

─ Nothing much.

─ They implemented the doubles system, as they said I would do every year. ─ The brunette sighed.

─ Ah. Did you stay together? She asked looking at both of them.

─ Yes. And Light is dating Misa. He replied quickly, his words almost confused.

Kyomi nodded, almost smiling, eyebrows raised and looked at the buildings and houses on her left.

The brown man tried to look at any of the brothers on either side, but it seemed that the news was too much for them to deal with alone.

─ But what does one thing have to do with the other?

─ These are the news, Light.

He nodded, his nose getting even redder from suspicion.

─ You know, I thought you were going to study French.

─ I was going! ─ defended himself. ─ But there was so much bureaucracy to get there that I ended up going to England. I told you this about five times.

Haha, England.

There are things that haunt us

---- 0 ----

The school was nothing more than it (almost) always was. When Light left, the landscape was identical to when he entered, removing the cold, which managed to be even more punishing than before.

The boy was leaning over the student council room. It was much bigger after the mid-year renovation. It almost looked like that post straw was really something useful besides serving as a place to sleep or traffic notes.

There were a couple of people working on projects, but it was all very quiet. Yagami wrote down some reports, a robot that barely thought about what

and did. It was all so automatic.

Inmate students, division of classes, subdivisions, pairs.

It seemed that after those years things were much more difficult.

Write, pass, write, pass. And then the cell phone vibrates.

The boy almost jumped out of his chair, both in fright and in satisfaction that someone (or something, for that matter) gave him an excuse to withdraw from that process that seemed a thousand times more hateful today.

He turned it on with frightening enthusiasm.

Three messages. Mikami, Misa and Mother.

Kyomi and I are going home today, we have to pick up the rest of her stuff at the airport. Sorry I can't wait for you.

Oh yes of course.

Son, don't forget to let me know your arrival time. Me and your dad have things to talk to you about.

"Things to talk about"

Light's family was the type who never had anything to talk about. But it was so absurdly cold that he couldn't even care about what it might be.

Yagami is perfect. It can't be anything.

And here's the next one:

Lightttt. I'm having a party the day after tomorrow. I'll wait for you at nine-thirty. I love you <3.

He snorted, and turned to the papers.

First student on the list of approved for the visual arts club: Alex Misaki.

I received far fewer invitations to parties than I did last year. Hm, I could hardly breathe from having to politely refuse. Of course, I would go to one or two, so as not to get boring. But wow, I hate these parties. I really hate it. I'm going to have to look for an excuse for Misa.

Second student on the approved list for the visual arts club: Yuri Hinomoto

Misa ... You should be honest with her. Now that Takada is back I don't even need to be with her anymore. Kyomi is much more beautiful after that time. Besides that her changes entering college are ridiculously - he laughed to himself - bigger.

Third student on the list of approved for the visual arts club: Tsubaki Akihiko.

Although Mikami was really weird. Maybe she really likes me, and I don't even have to try. No. Even if she says no, I know she still likes me. I'm sure my parents will like it. Although, I can focus on the college admission test and say I don't have time to date, and no one will find it strange. It is completely normal. I need to study even more.

─ President! Answer your phone, please! ─ Someone screamed from the back of the room. And Light wanted to shoot him. Logically, he stopped himself.

"I'm sorry," and answered, leaving the room. ─ Hello?

─ Light! Respond to your mother's messages. Is that what I pay your phone for?

─ Sorry, mother.

─ It doesn't matter. I have great news. I wanted to tell you when you got home but I couldn't take it. ─ Her tone reverberated with excitement.

─ Understanding. What's it?

─ Do you remember the inscription we did when you entered primary school? The one that said about choosing a Japanese student from each region to ...

Her heart beat so loudly that she thought she was going to die. The words came out very frightened of the possibility of being wrong

─ Mother ?! Seriously, you're talking about ...

─ Harvad, son. They want you! They called me yesterday! They said the test for the final selection is three weeks from now. They need an answer by tomorrow.

The boy had to sit down.

─ Mother ... It's Harvad, wanting me. ─ he whispered, because maybe if he said that it seemed more believable.

─ Yes. Light. Come home now, son.

'Yes, yes,' he said, still numbly, 'I'm going, bye.

The boy packed his backpack and said goodbye to the few people like a zombie. He walked the streets without caring who a damn cold. This was much more than a dream. The last remnants of sun beat and were reflected by all that happiness.

He crossed the floor, dialed a number, and the first smiles fell on his lips.

─ Hello? ─ the voice

─ Kyomi! I'm going to Havard.

She laughed, and the world stopped.

─ Isn't it that "Going to Harvad and changing the world" was serious business?

"Yes," he laughed even louder. ─ Don't give me that, keep your share of the bet.

─ Only when you change the world, baby.

─ Takada. Going to Harvad is guaranteed to change the world. Hissed.

─ You can even be president of the interpool student council, Yagami. But only when I see a change in the world do I admit that you were right about being the new revolutionary to be studied in the history books.

─ You will see.

─ I will be waiting.

Suddenly, winter seemed completely charming.

Light floated on the streets. It was only three weeks. Your chance to solve everything. He could literally do whatever he wanted without having to think about the consequences.

At least for a miserable time.

(if only he stayed in his, he would have changed the world by now)

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A quick explanation:

It was the fifth year. The brown had

ten years just started. The room was quiet, just the noise of pencils and the noise of the air conditioner. In front of all the other children, a blank sheet of paper. The goal was simply to write a list of your biggest dreams in life.

Children, in general, did not take long to make their requests: to have a computer, a cell phone, a bicycle. Some, the most poetic, wished to have more time with their parents, or grandparents back. Well, nobody can scold them. Let them be children. But Light had a valid, and rather simple, dream.

He just wanted to change the world.

─ My father said that to change the world you need to enter a good college. ─ the girl with the ponytail whispered, right behind her.

Light had never spoken to her before. And it was very risky to speak at that moment, as it was likely that he would face the teacher.

Then he slowly turned, just a little, making a sound of dumb lips:

─ Like Havard?

She nodded and laughed, satisfied.

─ No one ever gets in there.

The boy opened his eyes wide and rushed. He returned to his stall and wrote a note very quickly. The girl received the paper under her stool, both excited to be talking in class.

I bet I can.

With the same speed, the words returned to the Japanese newsstand.

I bet I can.

My name is Kyomi. And I will wait and see.

...

..

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Subtitle : The three days before Harvard (part. 1)

Light was doing great.

In the past four months, this boy has (really) had to use his unparalleled talent to pretend. He never had to work so hard to hide anything.

It is true that Yagami always had, in a way, to pretend during his life. After all, forcing smiles and studying things you don't like just to impress your parents is to pretend. Make friends, go to school, be number one, get a girlfriend, follow the dream "to be a great cop".

All lie.

So, that was already part of his being. Disguising was as natural to him as exhaling and inhaling. It brought comfort, security, familiarity. It left him feeling in control of the circumstances. Everything under your control at all times.

The owner of your life.

But then (there is always a "but") a little something emerged from the darkness, from the deep hell valleys to pull your foot. Soon he, who was doing so well in life. A little leech, an illicit drug by the laws of your world.

Lawliet emerged.

And, to summarize well, Light was overwhelmed.

Nothing more, nothing less revealing than eating from the tree of good and evil. He realized his blindness. He noted that that supposed comfort was profound boredom in disguise.

He's been lying to himself, and no matter how cliché it sounds.

And L, that shitty Englishman, was the snake itself that tried to bite that bright, juicy and inviting apple, right there, in the center of Eden.

Now Yagami felt naked, driven out of paradise.

Still, like I said, he was doing great. In the first few weeks, for example, the Japanese man was too embarrassed to try to make contact with the British. Changing pairs was just ridiculous. Such a brown behavior. It was always like that, he always did what would give him the most advantage.

Pathetic. He's pathetic.

But the important thing is that no one around you noticed it. For everyone, he was still the golden boy, the smile brighter than the rising sun in Japan.

I swear I would like to say that life was returning to normal, and that that feeling of comfort would take hold in the boy's heart as the days passed.

However, just a small problem: The days were really dragging.

They say there are drugs that tie you to the very first used. That was the case.

There was a crazy mixture of longing, suffocation and guilt that roamed the brilliant Asian mind, every single detail that reminded Lawliet. Light was becoming a maniac, an obsessive, looking for brown hair and white skin in all people, looking for the rude dialogues and insults that were the most sincere conversations of his life. That damn fault was inversely proportional to time.

Crushed, crushed, crushed.

Worst of all, he wanted to believe that it was not a feeling. Damn, I don't know how to describe it any other way. Isn't it obvious that when something takes you out of the satisfactory to throw you into the sea of ​​doubts, soon after filling you with certainties, at the same time trapping and releasing you, like a bird in a cage the size of the world, they have to mean something?

Yes, yes, of course. But why is this reflection now, in Kyomi's room, crying horrors while the girl gets water? There are only two days until Harvard, of dreams and utopian happiness?

Well, because of another girl. Cursed be it. Naomi Misora. It was she who blew the castle from the wall of cards, released that insane repressed feeling and made Light Yagami lose control over her life. Literally.

Let's go back to when it was only three days until the trip to the United States. The boy continued to do very well in his performance. Everything is very quiet. Until a tiny detail comes up:

─ Light Yagami? ─ Naomi asked, her voice was low and she had an accent that Light recognized right away: England. He turned, somewhat agonized, ready to say that students were not allowed in the student council room without scoring first, but what she said was certainly much more offensive.

─ Were you the pair of L Lawliet?

Beyond was running out.

Everything was very calm, on a Sunday afternoon faithfully like the others of the last four months. The order couldn't be better; the world spun as usual, and L was there, locked in the basement.

That is, for all intents and purposes, the principal was under control.

Then the Brit swirled around the kitchen, a large pot on the stove, vegetables over the sink, knives, spoons scattered on the old countertops. Nothing more common than cooking. He always liked this art. Even more now, when he literally cooked all the time for Lawliet. And the other had to eat his food, eat exactly what B offered him.

It was a big responsibility

Then, after finishing all that preparation, the boy opened the gray door, excited. He controlled his agitation as he descended the steps, balancing a bowl of soup with questionable mastery. The lights accompanied him as he descended. But even the remaining darkness was no problem for Beyond.

He knew how to move in the shadows.

Still, he turned on the shy fluorescent light, filling the entire room with form, which was just a silhouette before.

L roared low, totally bothered by the rays of light, of course, also by fear.

Beyond could only see his back, since Lawliet was glued to the wall. His nose was rubbing against the uncoated bricks, and he was going deeper as if he wanted to be able to pass through that wall. Like a ghost, a spirit.

Nobody said a word, until the red-eyed one got close enough to the mattress, sat down very close, on the edge, dropping the soup next door, he started:

─ You need to eat. He breathed, especially careful with his intonation.

The sound faded in the echo, but it reverberated fiercely in Lawliet's head as if it were metal.

─ I know you are awake. He added.

Again, no answer.

Beyond sighed, ran his hands through his hair, and spoke only after a long time.

─ I wanted to take you upstairs today. I think it would be better if you stayed with me in the room than here alone.

L squeezed the wall even more.

The twin bowed his head, his eyebrows raised, sad.

─ It's okay if you don't want to, I understand. But I only leave here when there is nothing left on that plate.

A few seconds passed, and L could only feel the atmosphere getting rarer and rarer, the air tearing at his lungs. I couldn't see him, but I felt his presence just inches away. He couldn't let himself be carried away by the other's voice. It was always like that.

And the hand was spinning, hammering his mind.

Beyond extended his hand, resting it on the hair of others, an act that in another parallel dimension could, who knows, be called affection. But for the other twin, she stopped like a stone, her coldness spreading to her scalp, freezing her neurons.

He had a quick, unconscious, pure reflex.

It shuddered so powerfully that it almost made Beyond fall back. His heart went totally insane without knowing what was going on, and blood began to flow throughout his body, as if he had suddenly been put on a roller coaster in full descent.

Both boys stopped and breathed, startled.

Now L turned, sitting, and met Beyond's eyes. Soup was everywhere and the boy still looked too confused to say anything.

─ I'm sorry. He said, almost begging. His voice scratched his throat for as long as it was not used.

His brother stepped away from the puddle of vegetables, standing up with a big yellow stain on his shirt.

─ Beyond, I'm sorry, please. ─ He felt his face burning, all his systems working at the same time, as astonished as he was. The eyes were already watery and sore. ─ I didn't want to do that, you scared me.

─ Everything is fine, Lawli. He replied quietly, an agonizing feeling rising.

Lawliet went on talking. He was too focused on apologizing, with the first tear running down his face furtively. He heard no more than his own fear reverberating in his cells.

─ Please, please ...

─ Lawliet! It's all right! - grabbed the other boy's shoulders, and he stopped instantly. His heartbeat could be heard. His eyes were so wide that he looked like a caricature. He looked even more terrified.

Beyond was running out. He visualized the other's face well, and there was a moment of genuine appreciation. The Englishman curved his lips in a miserable attempt at a smile.

"Crack" is the sound of cracks.

My God. How far we've come.

The older man's hands slid to L's face, removing that drop of water halfway. This did nothing to reduce his panic.

Birthday's heart was cracking.

Your boy was so scared.

How can anyone go from neutrality to that situation in such a short time? He was

even shaking.

Beyond couldn't say anything. Neutralized. I couldn't even let go.

─ Lawli, let's go upstairs. You won't be here for another second.

She took him in her arms, light, but that feeling made her weight totally unbearable. He didn't want to be touching him like that. At least not when he was not moved by his infernal jealousy. He walked very slowly, not wanting to make any sudden movements. L shivered, curled up like a cat.

Sometimes even Beyond forgot how much she loved him.

And how much he wanted to be loved by him.

It was a dilemma. He hated seeing his brother like that. But he knew that at the first opportunity he gave, Lawliet would fly like a bird, he wouldn't even consider returning. He was sure, and it was more than fair.

Beyond was not an idiot. She knew very well the things she did.

Still, Lawliet is all that remains for him. Maybe I don't love him so much to give it to anyone. Just maybe, he prefers to see you sad, guaranteed to be yours.

That's why he has to find a way. Combining the useful with the pleasant, going back to the hard work of making your brother fall in love with him, in fact. It doesn't matter how long you've been trying. They have a lifetime for that.

Finally, he put the boy on the bed in his room. He couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked all curled up like that. An inappropriate thought, like everyone else's.

He sought more food, which this time was well received by the wheelchair's desperate stomach.

─ Lawli, I'm going to touch your head. - announced, just in case. And it was not long before he settled down, leaning against the bed, and sank his fingers into the sea of ​​black threads.

It was amazing how empathy was so quickly replaced by his need for contact. Massaged in circles, releasing some positive neurons in that area.

That distaste was slipping away from him, and Lawliet, even unintentionally, just stayed there. Weakness punished him, but there was a thought that was much more to blame for its conformation:

Beyond does this just like Light.

(Look, he thought he was already free of it.)

Terrified, but managed to relax. The effect that the mere image of a certain Japanese has on his hormones is impressive.

L closed his eyes, feeling an unnatural drowsiness for those who lie in bed all day. He compressed his vision, feeling his lids being dragged by gravity.

Sleepy, it's obvious. Should know.

He barely noticed when his brother lay down, pulling his waist, very lightly, without wanting to shake him. Not stopping touching him, he stuck to the boy.

Lawliet was too dejected to respond. It was only the Yagami that prowled his mind. Idiotic.

I think Birthday can read thoughts, because he articulated it right away, as a possessive response:

─ I've been weighing this up. We are going back to England.

There was a lot involved in that question. Too much complication. It was not something for someone unknown to come and ask with that expression of indignation / anger / boredom on the Englishwoman's face.

Light already had his conscience to play this role.

It was as stupid as he was already apprehensive when he touched Lawliet's name. Mainly from such an equally British mouth. It has already become taboo, something totally forbidden to think in the boy's mind. Only in the darkest streets of his mind did L reside. That's because the Japanese was unable to expel him at all.

He probably had a landscape face for a long time, as the girl resumed her speech, even more impatient.

─ Yagami, I know you have little time. But I need you to tell me where I can find my partner. I just got here and I can't miss another day at this school.

Her Japanese was very rude. The intonation of the words was literally terrible. The L and R sounded almost offensive with the tongue curling like that. As if it were a joke, a disrespect to an entire nation.

Just like other certain Englishmen.

See, The Great Yagami losing control again.

─ You cannot enter here. - replied just loud enough. I feared it would break if things went on any longer. I just wanted that girl to go away with her questions and her damn accent far away.

The effect was quite the opposite. She entered completely, squeaking her all star on the floor, marching until she got very close to Yagami and her chair.

Light could hear the sounds of the crack getting bigger. He wanted to sink into the wood of the chair as Misora's frame came over him. Now his boredom has been replaced by a more personal indignation. The girl crossed her arms, squeezing and holding herself.

─ I arrived here almost three weeks ago and came to you every day. ─ She stopped, looked to the side and continued. ─ I didn't find you because you were here all the time. Until I tried to look for this crap kid alone, but nobody knows anything about it. Then I was told that you could help me. I also don't want to interrupt your time, Mr. President. Just tell me where I find L Lawliet.

Light hadn't even understood all the words, but she still added:

─ What kind of boy is this? Anyone who has been missing all this time without even calling the person. I have no doubt as to why the old pair wanted to get rid of him, sincerely.

Yagami felt a shiver. Everything he was struggling to forget seemed to break down the door and was willing to go in anyway.

He breathed, and the image of L came with oxygen, molecules inseparable. He was starting to have a headache, the words were lost. He didn't look her in the eye, he wasn't in any condition to act now.

─ Naomi ... ─ the sound was choked, forced. ─ You could have gone to the secretariat.

She blinked, incredulous.

─ I went! They told me that there was nothing they could do and that I should come looking for you.

─ I also can't do anything. ─ he said in the most sincere voice he found, even though it was no big deal.

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─ You must have access to the students' addresses. I'm not a kidnapper or anything. My exchange does not cover expenses if I repeat in any matter. And that stupid school of yours is going to repeat me if I don't find this boy from hell. I need help. And I'm not leaving until you help me. I'll stay here and disturb you until ...

─ Right. ─ Light snapped, getting up and running to the intercom. He dialed desperately and put the phone to his ear without paying any attention to the Englishwoman, now slightly frightened by the sudden change.

─ Mikami? Do you still have the third year papers? Those that we used to ...

He hesitated, both because of Naomi and also because he did not want, even after so long, to even admit that he switched couples out of pure fear.

─ Yes, those same ones. I need them today. No, even before lunch. ─ He massaged his temples. ─ As soon as possible.

He hung up, turning to the girl like a bomb about to explode.

─ Mikami will give you his complete file. He's the vice president, I'll have it delivered to your office later.

─ Yes ... I know. ─ She smiled, totally out of nowhere. But Light didn't even notice it. In fact, he couldn't make out anything around him.

Now everything was broken.

Naomi left without saying anything more.

He sat down again, his mind pounding, his eyes burning from being lost, and his throat scratching. The leaves in front of him didn't seem to make any more sense, the letters were abstract designs. I had to finish that paperwork by tomorrow, at the latest. Harvard was three days away. He had to be happy.

I had to change the world.

Ah, but who can change anything on this little planet when they can't even be honest

if yourself?

─ Okay, fine, just concentrate. He sighed alone, eyes closed, breathing in cautiously.

Each time he opened his eyes, the paper was even less readable.

─ It is three days. Three days. I can't give up now.

Bent over the seat, hands supporting his stiff face, Yagami tried and tried, the hours passing, the afternoon falling, the headache getting worse. The past four months had been like an anvil on top of him.

All of this simply because what he felt for Lawliet was strong.

Much, much stronger than he wanted.

Let's be frank. The Japanese was sixteen and all the ambitions in his life were related to meeting other people's expectations.

The Englishman was the only one who, without making any effort, violently extracted him from all his calm and tranquility, to throw him into a tornado called: quarrels, ironies and kisses.

Ah yes. We haven't even started talking about physical shit yet.

An avalanche. The Asian couldn't stop anymore. The memories came, sneaky, cheating. His mind was betraying him as he had before.

He stuck his head on the table, which made a loud crack.

Harvard three days from now, Lawliet missing more than three months. I felt I was making an obviously wrong choice.

I just wanted to get rid of that pressure.

Does anyone knock on the door, an answer to your prayer?

─ Light? ─ the voice dragged through the wooden door, and it was possible to see the blond figure through the frosted glass window.

Misa's party.

----- O -----

It was exactly 4:01 am when the boy looked at his watch. Everything was dark and blurry, in the literal sense, rain and cloudy sky, as well as his own memories.

He felt a terrible malaise, but he was too lost to care. First, that was not his room. Everything was very dark, and even the silhouettes were confusing.

The air conditioner punished his skin. Only with the cold did he notice that he didn't wear a shirt. And then he saw that the only clothing on his body was his underwear.

Despair spread, more and more things became distant from his last memory. I was just in the student council room. Until Naomi arrived. Then Misa, and then ...

What's up...

Damn it.

A thousand times dope

Thank god he had his cell phone.

─ Kyomi? ─ he blew softly, afraid to wake Amane, by his side.

─ Yagami? It's four in the morning.

─ I did that.

The line went dead.

─ I didn't want to. I swear. Only, I did.

"Yagami ..." he repeated. ─ You told me you didn't ...

─ I did, understand? ─ his face burned.

She snorted.

─ Where and who?

─ Misa, her home.

─ Why did you go to this party, Yagami? Why didn't you say anything to me? You promised you would tell me. ─ the husky voice just woke up with real irritation.

─ I didn't think it would be like this. Takada ...

Light's voice failed, and he started to cry, simple as that.

─ I'm coming to get you, you idiot.

And she hung up.