Light Yagami's POV:
The Death Note lay open before me, its rules neatly inscribed on the inside cover in English.
Five days had passed since I'd first picked it up from the school yard, and the supernatural being who called himself Ryuk now hovered near my ceiling, his grotesque features twisted in perpetual amusement.
"You've written quite a few names already," Ryuk observed, crunching into an apple with disturbing enthusiasm. "Forty-seven criminals. You're certainly not wasting any time."
I didn't look up from my meticulous handwriting as I added another name to the growing list. "Every moment of inaction means another innocent person suffering somewhere. The world cannot afford delays in its cleansing."
The shinigami chuckled, that unsettling sound I was gradually becoming accustomed to. "Humans are so interesting.
Most would use the Death Note for personal gain – money, power, revenge. But you're trying to change the entire world."
"Not just change it," I corrected, finally looking up from my work. "Perfect it. Create a world where good people can live without fear, where justice is swift and certain."
I carefully closed the Death Note, my mind already calculating the next phase of my plan.
Ryuk had confirmed that the notebook was real, that I wasn't hallucinating or experiencing some elaborate psychological break.
The power to kill with just a name and face was truly mine.
A power that could reshape humanity's future.
"Ryuk," I said after a moment of contemplation, "you mentioned that you come from the Shinigami Realm. Does that mean there are other worlds beyond just yours and this one?"
The question seemed to surprise him, his already wide eyes stretching further. "Huh? Why would you ask something like that?"
I maintained a casual demeanor, shrugging slightly. "Simple curiosity. If shinigami exist, it seems logical that other realms might as well. The human conception of reality might be far more limited than we realize."
Ryuk floated down from the ceiling, hanging upside down in mid-air as he studied me with newfound interest.
"You're different from other humans who've used the Death Note. Most don't think about the bigger picture like that."
He righted himself, landing on my bed with surprising lightness for his bulky frame. "Yeah, there are other realms. The Shinigami Realm isn't the only one beyond the human world.
But most humans never learn about them, and shinigami rarely bother visiting anywhere except here."
I nodded, careful not to show excessive interest.
This confirmed what I had already begun to suspect through my connections with the Omniversal Observation System – reality was far more complex than most humans understood.
"Is travel between these realms possible for beings other than shinigami?" I asked, keeping my tone academic rather than eager.
"Technically, yeah," Ryuk replied, reaching for another apple from the bowl I now kept stocked for him. "
But it's complicated. There are rules, barriers. Different realms have different laws of physics, different ways of existing. Most beings can't survive crossing over without special protection or abilities."
I processed this information silently, adding it to what I already knew from my conversations with Samael, Azula, and Aizen.
The System had mentioned potential physical travel between our worlds, but with strict limitations and consequences for violations.
Of course, I revealed none of this to Ryuk. The shinigami was an unknown variable – neither ally nor enemy, but a wildcard who had admitted he was here purely for entertainment.
Sharing knowledge of the System or my connections to the others would be strategically unwise.
"Interesting," I said simply, turning back to my computer where news reports of recent criminal deaths were beginning to accumulate. "Just academic curiosity."
Ryuk didn't seem entirely convinced but didn't press further. "If you say so. Anyway, looks like your work is getting noticed."
He gestured toward my computer screen where headlines screamed about mysterious heart attacks striking criminals worldwide.
The pattern was becoming impossible to ignore, and public forums were already buzzing with theories about divine intervention.
"It's still too early for significant police involvement," I noted, scrolling through the reports. "They'll attribute it to coincidence for now. But soon they'll be forced to acknowledge that something unprecedented is occurring."
"And then what?" Ryuk asked, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama. "When they realize someone is killing criminals deliberately?"
"Then the real game begins," I replied, allowing myself a small smile. "The authorities will mobilize to stop what they don't understand. But they'll fail.
And gradually, as crime rates fall and good people recognize the pattern, public opinion will shift.
They'll see that a new order is emerging – one that protects the innocent rather than the guilty."
Ryuk cackled. "You really think people will accept your judgment that easily?"
"Not immediately," I acknowledged. "Change never comes without resistance. But humans adapt quickly when presented with undeniable evidence.
When they see a world becoming safer, when they experience life without constant fear, they'll understand that this transformation is necessary."
I turned off my computer and stood, stretching after hours of careful work. The Death Note I placed in its hidden compartment in my desk drawer – a simple but effective security measure until I could develop something more sophisticated.
"I'm going out," I announced, reaching for my jacket. "There's a task I need to complete."
"Mind if I tag along?" Ryuk asked, already floating toward the door. "Watching you is more entertaining than sitting around your room."
I nodded my assent, though his constant presence was occasionally irritating. The shinigami followed me as I left the house, explaining to my mother that I needed some fresh air after studying.
As we walked through the neighborhood, I continued my mental calculations. The Death Note's power was extraordinary, but it required careful application.
Too many deaths too quickly would create panic rather than the gradual acceptance I sought. Too few would fail to establish the pattern necessary for public recognition.
Balance was essential. Precision. Strategic thinking.
"You know," Ryuk commented as we walked, "most humans who get the Death Note go a little crazy with the power. But you're so... methodical."
"Effectiveness requires discipline," I replied simply. "Emotional indulgence leads to mistakes."
This was a lesson I had been contemplating deeply since my conversations with the others through the System.
Aizen's cold calculation, Azula's strategic precision, and even Samael's careful analysis of systems – all had reinforced my natural inclination toward methodical planning rather than emotional reaction.
"Where are we going, anyway?" Ryuk asked as we turned down a street leading toward the shopping district.
"To acquire additional resources," I explained. "I need more comprehensive access to criminal databases than public news sources provide."
The electronics store was moderately busy when we arrived. I made my way to the television section, where multiple screens displayed the same news channel.
A perfect opportunity to monitor current events while completing my purchase.
As I browsed portable radios that could receive police frequencies, the news broadcast suddenly changed tone.
The anchor's voice became more urgent as he announced a special worldwide broadcast from Interpol regarding the recent deaths.
"This should be interesting," Ryuk commented, floating beside me unseen by the other customers who had paused to watch the announcement.
The screen changed to show a man seated at a desk, a placard identifying him as "Lind L. Tailor" – apparently the mysterious detective known only as L, now revealing himself to address the Kira situation directly.
"I am L," the man announced, his expression severe. "The sole person able to mobilize police in every country worldwide."
I watched with careful neutrality as this supposed L condemned the killings, calling them "the most atrocious act of murder in history" and vowing to catch the perpetrator.
Ryuk chuckled beside me. "Oooh, looks like someone's challenging you directly. What are you going to do, Light?"
What I felt in that moment was a complex mixture of emotions – indignation at being called wrong,
frustration at the simplistic moral framework being applied to my actions, and a surge of pride that wanted to demonstrate my power by striking down this opponent immediately.
But beneath these immediate reactions, a cooler analysis prevailed.
This was too convenient, too perfectly timed. For the mysterious L to suddenly appear on worldwide television, showing his face while condemning Kira – it suggested a trap rather than genuine confrontation.
For I could no longer just think in the limits of humanity - what if who this was, was one with supernatural capability that even Ryuk knew not of?
If that was indeed the case - and I must take this precaution always to not be blinded - the strategic minds I had observed through the System would never make such an obvious move without ulterior motive.
Aizen would consider multiple layers of deception. Azula would never expose herself unnecessarily. Samael would analyze everything before acting.
"He's testing me," I murmured, too quietly for nearby customers to hear. "This isn't the real L."
For who believing the fact a killer exists that can kill one remotely would challenge them while showing their identity?
Only fools would, and I doubt someone with this much influence is a fool.
"Huh?" Ryuk seemed surprised by my restraint. "Aren't you going to kill him? He just called you a bad person in front of the whole world."
I shook my head slightly. "That would be emotionally satisfying but strategically foolish.
This is almost certainly not the real L, but a criminal condemned to death, used as bait to determine if Kira can kill remotely and needs only a face."
On screen, Lind L. Tailor continued his condemnation, practically begging to be killed with his increasingly provocative statements.
The trap was almost insultingly obvious now that I considered it rationally.
"If I kill him, once they challenge me once more -
this time without revealing anything about themselves I would be confirming several of my capabilities and limitations to my adversary," I explained quietly to Ryuk.
"More importantly, I would be killing someone without knowing their true identity or crimes – potentially an innocent being used as a pawn.
That contradicts the very justice I'm establishing."
This last point was particularly significant to me. In my conversations with Samael, I had noted his emphasis on meaning and connection, on preserving life where possible.
While our approaches differed, I recognized the strategic value in maintaining moral consistency – not just for public perception but for potential future alliances.
If I hoped to eventually collaborate with others like Samael in creating a better world across multiple realities, I could not allow petty emotion to drive me to kill potentially innocent pawns.
On screen, Tailor's provocation reached its peak: "Kira, I've got a pretty good idea of what your motivation might be and I can guess what you hope to achieve.
But what you're doing right now is evil."
Ryuk watched me expectantly, clearly anticipating a dramatic response. But I simply continued browsing radios, outwardly unaffected by the broadcast.
After several more minutes of provocation with no response, Tailor seemed to run out of material. The broadcast suddenly cut to a white screen with an ornate letter "L" displayed.
"I had to test this just in case, but I never really thought that Kira would be foolish enough to respond to such an obvious provocation," a synthesized voice announced.
"Kira, it seems you have more self-control than I anticipated."
I allowed myself a small smile at this admission. The real L was now speaking, hiding behind electronic distortion and a simple graphic.
He had expected me to kill Tailor, revealing both my power and my willingness to kill without confirmation of guilt. My restraint had denied him crucial information.
"Nevertheless, I am still on your trail," the synthesized voice continued. "This broadcast was aired only in the Kanto region of Japan as a test.
The plan is to continue broadcasting in different regions until I find you."
An interesting revelation – the "worldwide" broadcast had been a lie, narrowing the search to Japan already.
A clever move, but one that would have been far more effective had I fallen for the initial provocation.
And clearly a lie now as well. He won't be casting it world wide till I react, he must have had his reasons why doing so specifically in this region.
He must already suspect I am somewhere here.
This person is quite intelligent.
But I doubt he compares to the likes of Aizen and Samael.
"I am justice," L's electronic voice declared. "Those who oppose me are the evil ones."
The broadcast ended, returning to regular news where commentators immediately began analyzing what had just occurred.
"Well, that was anticlimactic," Ryuk complained, floating upside down in apparent disappointment. "I thought for sure you'd kill that guy."
"That would have been playing directly into L's hands," I replied, selecting a radio and heading toward the checkout.
"This isn't about emotional satisfaction or proving my power. It's about creating a better world. Strategic patience is essential."
As we walked home, I considered the implications of this first direct challenge. L was clearly not only intelligent, but also methodical, and willing to sacrifice pawns to achieve his goals.
A worthy adversary, but one operating within a fundamentally flawed framework of "justice" that protected systems rather than people.
"You're smiling," Ryuk observed as we neared my house. "Finding all this amusing?"
"I'm appreciating the challenge," I corrected. "Meaningful accomplishment requires worthy opposition.
L will force me to refine my approach, to be more precise and careful. That will ultimately make the new world stronger."
What I didn't share with Ryuk was how my interactions through the Omniversal Observation System had prepared me for this moment.
Observing those three had given me perspectives I might otherwise have lacked.
Without those insights, I might have reacted emotionally to L's provocation, killing Tailor in a display of power that would have revealed crucial information to my adversary.
Instead, I had maintained strategic discipline, denying L his first victory.
As I entered my room and secured the door, I removed the Death Note from its hiding place.
The power it represented was still intoxicating, still tempting me toward grandiose displays rather than methodical progress. But I would not succumb to that temptation.
"The creation of a perfect world requires perfect judgment," I murmured, opening the notebook to a fresh page. "Not emotional blindness - emotion has its own place, but one must never allow one to be controlled by it.
No, this will be a strategic implementation of justice."
I began writing new names – carefully selected criminals whose guilt was thoroughly documented, whose deaths would continue establishing the pattern without revealing my location.
L had made the first move in our game. I had successfully avoided his trap. Now the real contest would begin – a battle of intellect and will that would determine humanity's future.
And perhaps, eventually, the future of other worlds as well.
The thought of expanding true justice beyond this single reality remained my ultimate aspiration – one I kept private even from Ryuk.
The shinigami saw only my immediate actions, not the larger vision that drove them.
A vision of perfect justice extending across multiple worlds. A vision that might one day be shared with the others I had met through the System – particularly Samael, whose analytical mind and transformative capabilities suggested a potential ally in this greater purpose.
For the System seems to allow access only to worlds of the ones in it, but what about others? For that I need Samael as a true ally - as a true friend.
For now though, I will focus on transforming this world, on defeating L and establishing Kira as the arbiter of true justice.
But always with an awareness of the larger possibilities that awaited once this initial phase was complete.
A enforcer of justice - not as a god for such pride can blind - but as an instrument of truth. Not just one enforcing itself on this world, but eventually many worlds.
The perfect system of justice, extending across realities.
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(Author note: Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter.
Do tell me how you found Light's pov.
I believe the changes in his mindset are logically following from his experiences with the others.
So yeah, do tell me how you found him and I hope to see you all later,
Bye!)