I own nothing.. If i did L and Light would live together happily ever after! Chapter one- ( Sorry for grammar errors please forgive!first chapters a little short but they will be longer from now on!)

Smells rushed threw the cracked stained window. Fingers tracing the glass, following the long a deep cracks. Rain drops sliding down the windows fading colors. Long elegant fingers pressed gently against glass. Chilling bones encased in delicate flesh.

Steady pounding of rain, is the only sounds echoing. The sun lost behind dark clouds.

Golden eyes flicked forward, to the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. Blankly staring, unflinching, dead eyes. One fleeting glance at the beautiful gold filled sockets is enough.

Enough to paralyze and encapture, and destroy. Gazing at its own reflection against the glass, the gorgeous creature, only shivered. The delicate body shaking with cold. Realizing what was happening, it glanced at its body.

Slowly moving its arm, with an inhuman grace. Forcing the elegant fingers away from the glass.

Barely tracing its own, chattering lips. Gliding them across the cheekbone, up to touch soft golden strands. Eyes slightly became wide, as the refection copied the movement, with the same elegance and grace.

Awareness finally flashed, as the creature awoke. The rain only continued pounding.

The beautiful creature violently fell to the cold stone floor, curling up into a ball. Wrapping its long slender arms around its knees. The white tattered clothes, barely holding onto its thin frame.

Eyes wide it shook and shook, no longer from the cold. The pain washed through its thin body, memories flooding back. It, no. He knew what he was. A human. How long had he been trapped in this place?

With the last burst of pain leaving his body, the boy stood. Feeling less empty now conflicted with unknown emotions.

His chest began to burn and the pain only increased. Grasping his heart, the boy parted his lips, and naturally inhaled a gasp of air. Ah yes, I need to breathe.

Something else he had forgotten.

He knew there was much more. He needed to remember, yet his mind only gave him hints.

His was a male human being.

I don't belong here.

I need to breathe.

Testing his newly found motor skills, the golden eyed boy stumbled toward the only object holding any familiarity. A large glass window aged by time was the only thing inside the small white room.

It was painted glass, depicting an image.

Arching his head back, seemed the only way to see the image clearly. Standing back a few feet, the boy took in the image. Though thoroughly faded, the picture was hard to miss.

In a throne sat a beautiful man, legs crossed. The man only sat looking down at a hunched over figure, next to his throne. The hunched over man, had a tousled black mane of hair. He sat looking up at the man in the throne. His eyes filled with tears and anger.

A pang of a feeling, the boy had never felt before slammed his chest. Unconscious moving his hand to his own heart. Clenching the tattered fabric of his shirt, the boy looked to the glass again. Stepping back in shock, the scene had changed.

The throne was covered in blood, skeletons now decorated the floor. Reaching up to the beautiful mans knees. Almost frantically the boy searched for the dark-haired man from before. He finally ended his search when he came to the bloody throne once more.

Behind the throne his stood, looking pitifully at the man before him. The familiar pang cast itself mercilessly on the boy's chest.

Seeing the endless black eyes of man hurt him. Dark circles under those jet black eyes, cast a shadow over the crimson throne.

The boy felt something wet fall on his cheek, it was hot and salty. Wiping it away with a finger. A tear. That's what this feeling is called. Sadness. Looking up to the glass once more, the scene again changed.

The throne is now abandoned, the blood still remains. The beautiful man is now on the ground. Five holes erupting with blood are in his chest. Seeing this sparks a slow throbbing pain, in the same spots of the boy's chest.

Standing over the fallen beauty, is the same person from before. Hands inside his deep pockets. Gazing over at the dying man, his expression never changes. Expect for a single tear, which he doesn't even try to wipe away.

Seeing this tear, the boy's golden brown eyes fill with tears. Falling fast and quickly, they begin to match evenly with the pouring rain outside. Slowly the boy begins walking forward, toward the now unchanging picture. Pressing both hands firmly to the cold glass. Breathing deeply, tears still falling. This overwhelming feeling was screaming and clawing at his insides. Trying desperately and fearlessly to break free.

Finally the feeling toar loose from its internal cage, the boy let go. He was free, free from this new pain.

The boy crashed through the fragile stained glass, the pictures shattered and flew a million different directions. His small body falling almost slowly. Taking a fleeting look down, his golden eyes only saw white. Endless clouds, then as he began his doomed fall. A bright light shinned through the clouds. A brilliant sparkle of endless gold.

Light. That was my name. Light smiled.