Summary: Light doesn't go to school the day the Death Note is dropped. So who picks it up? Will L continue to suspect Light and will there be LxLight?

I can only answer one f those questions right now and the answer is YES THERE WILL BE LxLight! I love that couple too much not to have them in this school. I'm still debating if there will be lemons or any material over T but if there is, I will warn you all beforehand.

So this is my first Fanfic on this account and my first Death Note Fanfic. I always wish that Light hadn't gone to school that day the Death note was dropped so that is where the idea for this story came from. I'm starting off keeping to the dates and the events in the manga/anime, but it's going to vary as it goes along because Light is no longer Kira. (Yay!) So enjoy the first chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Trust me, you would have known if I had.

Chapter 1:

November 28, 2003

Light Yagami was bored. As a genius, Light often found himself bored since nothing could hold his interest for very long, but today was especially boring. Usually at this time he would be in his classroom, but since his sister was sick and his mother had to leave the house for the day, he was stuck babysitting. Light loved his sister, and he considered himself a good brother, but when he had to stay home and stare at a wall because there was nothing else to do, it could be said that his boredom was justified.

Light looked at the clock and sighed when he saw that only 5 minutes had passed since the last time he checked. He was currently sitting on the couch waiting for his mother to get home because as soon as she did, he could get out of the house that he had been stuck in for the last 7 hours. Even though being a genius made him prone to boredom but it also had its perks. For example even though he had missed a day of school, he wasn't worried in the slightest that he wouldn't understand the work. Light had long ago gone ahead so much in his textbooks that he pretty much only went to school to make it official. To put it plainly, Light was disinterested with his life, though not to be mistaken with suicidal thoughts; he just wanted something exotic to happen.

"Oniisan!" Light looked toward the staircase when he heard Sayu's voice.

He got up and quickly made his way to her room, worried that something was wrong. When he opened the door he was relieved that she was okay. She was wrapped up in her blankets, looking pitifully weak.

"What's wrong Sayu?" He asked, "Do you need anything?"

"No oniisan," Sayu said and if Light didn't know any better, he would have said her tone was patronizing, "I know you've been staring at our living room wall for the entire day. I want you to go out and do something. You shouldn't have to be trapped inside just because I have a cold."

Light smiled softly at his sister. Though he was cold to most people, he had a soft spot for his sister. And why wouldn't he? Where he was cold and arrogant, Sayu was calm, kind and cheerful. If he thought about it, Light was sure that he would do whatever it took to make sure Sayu had a wonderful life with a man who would treat her with respect and if he didn't…then Light would make sure that he would regret ever messing with his sister.

"It's alright Sayu, someone should be close by just in case you need something. I'll go out when mother returns," He said, going over to her bed to make sure she was wrapped tightly in her blankets.

Just as he finished his scrutinizing, he heard the door open and his mother shouting her customary 'I'm home!'

Sayu grinned up at him, her eyes just slightly glazed from her fever, "There, now you have no excuse; go out and socialize. I worry about you sometimes, oniisan. You need a girlfriend." She paused before her smile grew, "Or a boyfriend."

Light stared bemused at his sister's implications. He wasn't upset that Sayu thought he was gay just because he wasn't into girls like most teenagers his age. Light knew that he wasn't gay because he hadn't ever been attracted to anyone, boy or girl; no one appealed to him. Nobody he met could hold up to his genius and most were just attracted to him because of his looks. To him, everyone he had met was average in looks, in intelligence, and personality. Light wanted someone who could match wits with him, someone who would argue with him and wouldn't let him win every discussion. But the chances of him finding someone like that were slim and he was certain that he wouldn't settle with second best; it wasn't his style.

"You're not going to let this go are you?" He asked, amused at her determination to get him romantically involved with someone.

Sayu shook her head slowly, trying not to make herself dizzy, "Not until you accept that your social life is nonexistent."

"My social life is fine, thank you very much," Light said, already planning where he would go.

"Light, Sayu!" Their mother called from downstairs.

"Look I'll make you a deal: if you lay here and concentrate on getting better, I'll go out and 'socialize'. Deal?"

"Just make sure to actually talk to people," Sayu said, her tone patronizing again.

"Alright, now go to sleep, I can see you struggling to stay awake," Light said, smiling and smoothing Sayu's hair from her forehead.

Light walked to the door and looked once more toward Sayu, before softly closing the door behind him as he left his sister's room. He walked down the stairs and saw his mother in the kitchen putting away some groceries she had bought.

"How is she?" She asked, worry lacing her voice, "Did anything happen?"

"No mother, she was fine, everything was fine," Light said, hoping his tone would calm her fraying nerves.

Sachiko Yagami was a woman who had a lot to worry about. Her husband worked hard every day and hardly ever came home, her son was a genius who had the same life style plan as her husband, and now her daughter was sick in bed with a serious fever. It would be appropriate to say the Sachiko had trouble with not worrying about her family.

"I'm going out," Light called back to his mother, opening the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" Sachiko called to her son, once again worrying.

"Relax mother, I'm just going out to a café our something," Light said, reassuring her, "I've been in this house for far too long. I'll be back in a few hours."

With that, he walked out, gently closing the door behind him. As Light walked down the street, hands in his pockets, he thought about his life and the people in it. He couldn't help feeling sad that he had no one who he could truly be himself with. Someone who could keep him occupied intellectually but also someone who appealed to him physically. Light had friends at school, but they weren't really his friends. They didn't know that he felt like a fake every time he was with people; that every day he was bored or that he wished for some kind, any kind, of excitement in his life.

Light looked up, surprised to see that he had already arrived at the coffee shop that was close to his house. He went in, rubbing his hands slightly to warm them up. He sat down at a booth that was close enough to the tv that he could watch the news and waited for a waitress to come and take his order. He looked up at the tv and watched as a news reporter spoke of crimes and other depressing things that went on in the world. Light felt the first stirrings of disgust at humanity, seeing the way it viewed crime and destruction the same way it would a hit movie. People would complain about violent criminals, or horrid crimes committed by said criminals, but no one would do anything, well, almost no one. Light knew that detectives and the police all worked to rid the streets of criminals, trying to make the world a safer place, but Light also knew that though they tried, they didn't seemed to be very good at it. Most criminals got away and the justice system often was ineffective, but still the detectives and police tried and that was why Light wanted to be a detective like his father. Light was smart enough to be able to solve complicated cases that even some of the older detectives had trouble with, but he knew that no one would ever believe that someone that had just graduated college, would be capable enough to handle any hard and serious cases right off the bat. He needed to first build up a reputation and that would take time, but one day people would understand how valuable he was. Light almost wished he could be an anonymous detective like L. L could pick and choose his cases and no one ever doubted his abilities. Light often found himself wishing he could meet such a brilliant individual even though L had never met anyone before, his only contact with the police was through a man named Watari. Light knew that L was smart, maybe even smarter than Light, and that meant that L could provide a cure for his boredom. (A/N: all the perverts out there- I know what you're thinking because I'm thinking it too )

"What can I get you?"

Light looked away from the tv at the waitress who had broken him out of his thoughts. She was a nervous looking girl with brown hair. She seemed flustered and Light assumed about how he looked. Light often got girls asking him out on dates and jut generally admiring his looks.

"Could I have a black coffee please?" Light asked politely, giving her a small smile.

The girl blushed lightly, before giving him a quiet 'of course,' before scurrying off the get his coffee. Light looked out the window, watching people go by before his attention was drawn back to the tv, by the unmistakable sound of the "breaking news bulletin" jingle. He watched as the reporter announced that a man named Kurou Otoharada barricaded himself in a nursery school with several hostages. Light frowned in anger at the blatant disregard for life that this man was showing. He hoped that someone could help those children. Just as Light felt himself grow agitated, the reporter announced that the hostages were coming in and that the kidnapper was dead. Light grew confused at the sudden turn of events. Had the police shot him? But no, the reporter just said that the police said that they had no part in the man's death. One of the hostages, a terrified woman, appeared on the screen, saying that Turou had simply 'gasped, clutching his chest, and had fallen to the ground dead.' A heart attack? Light contemplated.

"How lucky," The waitress said, having returned with Light's coffee, "It's a good thing that those hostages are okay, right?"

Light gave her a small nod before turning to watch the tv intently, deep in thought. Yes it was lucky. A very helpful coincident one might say. Light sipped at his coffee absentmindedly, still thinking about the woman's statement; how the criminal had died right away after having his "heart attack." Heart attacks weren't uncommon in older people, but in a man who seemed to be no older than 40. The facts didn't seem to add up. As Light finished his coffee and called the waitress over to pay, he made a note to keep an eye on deaths for a little while.

So there's the first chapter. I think it was pretty good and accurate but please tell me if Light was ooc. Think that if the Death Note didn't turn Light into such a dick, then he would be a really good big brother so that's why that whole section is in there. That and because I needed an excuse to keep Light from school. I know that dates are correct so don't be telling me "I have the dates wrong," because I don't. I hope you all enjoyed it and I hope you will continue to read it! I also hope that you will review because an author likes nothing more than to get reviews even though I know it's hard to especially when there are so many stories under this category. Please tell me f you think anything it wrong, I do love constructive criticism. But that means no flames please.