Disclaimer: First things first, I'm K.T. (Kaytee). Hajimemashite. I like Death Note, but I don't own it.

Light Generation

Chapter 1

Death is only the beginning --by Imotepp, (fr. The Mummy)

"Shit"

His eyes, wide open, were enveloped by the endless darkness, just like every human before him has experienced, just like it will also be the same for every living being on earth.

And just like the light had blinded our still closed eyes at birth, the darkness will forcefully take over it upon death, without control. And with that last fact life will prove that, as everything else in this world is, uncontrollable, unpredictable, and inevitable.

Humans will, without exception, eventually die.

His thoughts slipped away from him as he uttered that last word. He had already felt it, the sudden tug of his heart, claiming his life. And in the back of his mind he already knew, that no matter how much he struggled, he would not win.

He will die. He didn't want to die. He still had…

The darkness claimed his life faster than he would have wanted. And his life abruptly ended as he breathed that final word.

His life is over. Death had taken over him.

Humans are, in a way, interesting. They are a mix of everything—a masterpiece of the world, the epitome of evolution, the highest class of living creatures on earth. They are the only beings that can think, speak and rationalize; they are the pioneers of thousands and thousands of discoveries.

With their creative minds, they have developed solutions to millions of problems, and they continue to do so in order to make their lives easier. It was if the world was created just for them; they are the masters of this earth, and they are capable of using every resource available to them.

Apart from this, they have a mindset that had set them apart from "lower beings". They are strong, passionate, with a large potential to grow, they are thinking creatures, and they can never be satisfied with what they have, instead they dream of something more. They are resilient creatures, never backing down from any challenge they face.

Such combination is what makes them at the top of the food chain, the leaders of the pack. They have the ability to move mountains, and through the years, they are known to make the impossible happen.

Nevertheless, no matter how admirable they are, and as much as millions of possibilities abound from them, they are, in a sense, predictable. They live in an established pattern, however complicated it may be.

This kind of pattern also happened forty years ago, when, from among the vast population, a man claiming to be god, Kira emerged.

Kira thought of the world to be rotten, to the core, and his ideals speak of death to the evil, protection for the weak. It was a simple enough system, and he gained a lot of supporters. However, as the years continued, his ideals became twisted, to a point of malice. In which Kira has the final say on who will get to live, and who will die. The once noble reason became tailored for his convenience, killing anyone who got it his way.

For six years he reigned the world with fear in people's hearts, as many brave men risked their lives for the sake of justice. And one by one they fell. Until one day, in the year 2010, Kira met his own end as he himself fell--humiliated, defeated. Finally, after 6 terrible years, Kira's reign was over.

And soon, humans reverted back to the way they were, as if Kira never existed, as if Kira had been but a stone that caused ripples to the calm waters, and soon as the ripples disappeared, the once calm, clear water had become once again, the same a before.

The crime rate soon increased, as quickly as it shot down, back when the world feared of Kira. And soon, with the threat of Kira gone, humans started acting freely, their morals deteriorating gradually.

Forty years after his death Kira became nothing but history, his existence only evidenced in history books, as a part of the curriculum. And sadly, his story had not even able to fill up a page in the books written about him. For the children of the newer generation, the name Kira can only be associated with the phenomenal increase in death rates that still remained a mystery. Of course, this can only be dismissed as unimportant.

His supporters disappeared just as quickly as they appeared. Nowadays, Kira was considered a myth, a work of fiction. Created by the government to scare people into compliance. As far as the ninety nine percent of the population was concerned, Kira is nothing but a product of imagination. He did not exist.

Kira was reduced into nothing but a ghost story.

Light Yagami sometimes wished he was dead. He did value his life, and took the best care of his physical health, but sometimes, he gets the strong urge to just end it all. If dying would free him out of this boring world, then he would gladly take his life.

He hated being stuck in this rotten world, continuing this sick cycle that he already grew tired of, knowing that the future would be pretty much the same. If he believed in hell, then he already knew what it would look like. Considering that, it didn't even matter if remained living or end up in hell because he killed himself.

The only thing that was stopping him was him.

Committing suicide is definitely out of the question, viewing it as immature, an act of cowardice, doing which would be equivalent to admitting that you've already lost. And his pride would not allow that, he could not accept that. It was something typical ordinary persons do, when they one day realize that the world is such a mess.

As much as Light viewed the world as rotten he could not bear to be associated like ordinary people. He is special, exceptional, naively believing that his death should be special too, one of a kind. And he would make sure of that.

It was that very belief that chained him to this deteriorating world, forcing him to live up to every single day dealing with corrupted people, allowing himself to be trapped into a chaotic environment caused by his own race.

But sometimes, he has this strong desire to end it all…

He was blessed with a genius mind, questioning everything, absorbing every bit of information at an incredible pace, and making him more knowledgeable than any person five times his age. His parents were proud of him, boasted about him every chance they get, for being such a bright, excellent boy.

As a Yagami, and being born as the son of Yagami Soichiro, one of the first things he had learned was the meaning of justice. His father, being a policeman by profession, expected his children to become honorable citizens, the role models of society, that at a young age he instilled in his son important values such as integrity, humility, responsibility. More importantly, he taught him to uphold his honor, and fight for justice, that Light Yagami grew up to be a fine young man.

However, there are some things that even his father could not control, and that he learned anyway. At an early age, he concluded that the world was rotten.

He would sometimes come along with his father at work, occasionally helping out with his father's cases. His father would later discover this big potential to become a detective like him, when all of a sudden he found his son bringing conclusions to cases that had long been unsolved, giving light to those mysteries and bringing justice to those who were involved. Even then, at a young age, his father had decided that he would become a detective some day.

His genius mind, however had worked like a double-edged sword. It had opened the young boy's eyes to just how rotten the world was. He figured out how the world worked, and how corruptly it was run, discovering the evils in its every corner.

He sees how his father would work so hard to fight for his justice, and he would sometimes help him to achieve it, only to find much later that the well-fought justice would come to an abrupt end, making all their efforts useless, all because the higher-ups can manipulate the justice system to their advantage. And as much as he respected his father's ideals, he could not find it in himself to continue fighting for it if in the end, all efforts will be pointless.

He, more than anyone else, expects to achieve great things with his talent, that even with the countless people in awe of him, he couldn't get enough. He was so hard on himself, striving hard to become perfect, and if possible, something even better than that. He has yet to fail anyone's expectations, yet he wonders if all of this was futile, if he, like his father would exert all his efforts to achieve his dreams but find himself still at the same spot.

More than anything, he wanted to change the world, and he was afraid that, like most humans, he would die without even affecting society in the slightest, not making a difference. He would be just nothing.

He was a man of justice, yet he wondered it that alone is enough. If even by doing everything you can to achieve your ideals, the world remains unchanged, would everything be pointless? Would he, like the others before him, drift away forever, nameless, nothing? If the world is so rotten that is cannot be saved by any means, can he be considered wasting his time, putting much effort in trying to change it? Would everything be pointless, would it be better to just stop?

And yet, day after day he continues fighting for his beliefs, upholding his justice, convincing himself that he might just be able to.

But he had to admit that it was boring sometimes…

Things just keep on changing and changing. Time flies by so quickly and the next thing you know, technology advanced another notch, and society was not how it used to be. When the Kira killings stopped, gradually but surely, the crime rate increased until it reached a record high, as if Kira never existed at all, and like an inevitable occurrence, the world kept on rotting, with humans destroying their own without even knowing it.

These times it's even hard to know whom to trust. It must be a human specialty to lead them to destruction and not care about it. With a lot of discoveries, high technologies and population boom, the world seemed to get smaller and smaller. Recently, some astronomers are rumored to find a new planet to live one, although sources can be unreliable.

It was only forty years since Kira happened, but the world had changed drastically that had he been alive, he would have found it very hard to carry on with his killings. Then again, the way things are going, it will only take a few years until the world will finally come to an end without Kira's help. Sadly, only a few people seemed to care.

There were only a small number of crime fighters now; the ratio of policemen to civilians estimated roughly one to a hundred thousand, and detectives are even more rare. Most of the young generation nowadays prefer more lucrative jobs, like in the field of science, or politics. Police work is such a demanding job, and the pay is not at all satisfying, not to mention that the whole concept of it is pointless. Crime rates continue to increase with each passing day and criminals somehow manage to escape justice thanks to the power granted by corrupt officials.

In a sense, police work is a very frustrating, unrewarding career, which most youngsters would rather stay away from it, thus causing the dramatic decrease of policemen. And with that, chaos only prospered.

In the midst of it all, something is about to change, which might either be a good or a bad thing. From above the sky, a small black notebook fell freely to the earth. And a new chapter of death note begins.

It was amazing how something that fell from the sky could do this much in his life.

After seventeen years of hellish boredom, Light Yagami finally found the break he was waiting for. The moment he picked that black notebook, he knew that life will never be the same again. Now, his life was more meaningful, he had a purpose. It was decided that he was to become a god, who would rule the new world.

As a son of a policeman, Light grew up to be a man of ideals, and he was proud of that. Being a Yagami, he lived protecting his honor, and fighting for his justice. He strongly holds on to his beliefs, as it was a way of life, much like his father. His heart was untainted with malice, and even as a child he can already discriminate what is right from wrong.

He also knew, as a matter of fact, that he was a genius. He was the best, that when even the highest-ranking officials can't figure out how a crime took place, he effortlessly concludes it. For that reason, his father often takes him to work, which had been both good and bad at the same time. While being exposed to various cases nurtured his brilliant mind even further, it had also been the cause of his emptiness, realizing the unfair way the world works, and watching powerful men get away with their crimes.

But all of that is going to change. The future is now in his hands. With the death note, his dream of creating utopia could finally happen, and everything will be right in the world.

He had already prepared himself for the worst, thoroughly thinking every hole in his plan. Death would be unacceptable, if he wished to rule the world, after all.

The shinigami, Ryuuk, had not been very helpful at all. In fact, he's making things harder for him. Just this morning, Ryuuk suddenly warned, in the most inconvenient time (his sister was in his room) that whoever touches the notebook will see the shinigami. For a moment, Light had the urge to just kill the worthless shinigami but figured he couldn't and just let it go. It doesn't matter anyway, as he had already fixed that problem now.

"Hora—Ryuuk…"

He was about to explain his ingenious idea of hiding the death note when suddenly, unexpectedly, he felt a sharp tug on his hand, as if it had stopped for a split second. Somehow, he felt a connection inside him, as if someone was calling him. He didn't know what happened after that. All he knew was, upon looking at his drawer, the same place where he had kept the death note; he saw what looked like an explosion starting to happen. A blinding light filled his eyes that for moments, all he can see is white.

When finally regained his vision, his room confirmed that it was, indeed, an explosion, and it came from his drawer. But that was not all of it. Light hurried towards the window and opened it, releasing the smoke and slowly clearing his nearly burnt room.

"What happened…"

His words were cut off when he saw the cause of the explosion—and was shocked at what he found.

Near the drawer where the explosion happened, a boy, about his age, was kneeling on the floor, coughing his lungs out.

"What the…"

Good thing no one was at home to see this.

A/N: ...I've somehow hinted that Light was depressed in this chapter (before he got the death note). It might be thanks to Serria (go read her fics!), who made a fic about Light actually being depressed...and I agree on that theory. Just clearing that up first. (And please ignore the quote in the beginning...I just had to include that)

Ah...finally! I've just finished typing this, and although I've spell-checked it once, some errors might still be there. I'm sorry for the long wait by the way. I've been wanting to finish this sooner, but stuff happened...and it really put me in a difficult situation. Besides, I find it hard to start again from the very beginning. (Anyone who hasn't read the previous version of this story can ignore all of this rambling)

So how did you like it so far? Well, as for now, there won't be any new developments from where the old story left off, but was it any better?

Regarding updates...expect it once a month or so (stuff might happen again). I haven't finished chapter 2 yet, I'm still doing it; and I'm having a hard time on it. But I'll do my best. And in other matters, I won't post trivia here, and would only give important information if I find it necessary. Useless information might be posted in my lj account, which depends on how fired up I am (I'm actually a bit lazy).

...I've lately read Hikaru no Go...if anyone cares. Is it me or does Hikaru look a lot like Light in the last volume (the one where he lost)...I'm shutting up now. Hope you enjoy the chapter!!