I don't actually like Light the best, but hey, even he should have his birthday acknowledged, right?

...Right?

ANYWAY. This is just short and simple. Ah, the anxieties of a maniac. I don't see how that relates, but WHATEVER. Thankyou to Amaryne, who came up with the title. But next time please don't suggest something like 'Light: An Idiot's Tale'. Somehow I don't think the fangirls won't take to that very well.

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Light Yagami was Kira.

Light was Kira, and Kira was justice. The people adored Kira, and Light just loved that. He loved how they worshipped him and egged him on; he loved the attention he was getting, because if that didn't prove he was God, what did?

The Death Note was his salvation. It lit his path and cleared the way for him to become King, God of the New World where crime was a thing of the past and he, Kira, Light reigned supreme.

But Light hated the Death Note.

It made Kira Kira, it gave him his power, but it was also his weakness, his flaw, and it controlled him. The Death Note reminded him, taunted him, that he really wasn't God; that he was human and always would be. Ryuk knew it – he knew it and he knew that Light would fail – and Rem knew it, and even Sidoh knew it, though he didn't really care about anything but getting his notebook back. Light knew that using the Death Note would, eventually, come back and bite him in the ass. But he denied it, called himself God, and forced his twisted justice on everyone in the world, on the people who were twisted themselves, and on the people who were oh so very desperate, and they accepted it. That was the most glorious part of it, the fact that they supported him, loved him. He was smart, so very smart; smart enough to know when enough is enough. But he didn't stop when he should have; he was too intoxicated with power, with the dark pleasure of killing someone just like that, whenever he wanted to, whenever he needed to.

He should have stopped.

But he didn't.

And now look what happened to him.