[It's already been a month, but Light has already begun the changes that some of the pamphlets warn about. In some ways, he looks the same. For now, his brown hair stays the same, and his matching eyes hold the same intelligence. While the clothing is different, the somewhat-preppy style is still evident.
In other ways, he's very different. Four large blue and black wings stretch out from behind him, his shirt tailored with holes to allow them to fit. His other changes can currently be hidden with gloves and boots, but wings were too large for any trick of the wardrobe.
Despite his short time here, he knows Bavan will be where they show up, the next set of new arrivals. To stay up to date, to stay current, he has to know who those people are. Part of him would like it to be someone from his own world, someone from a future that will let him know how things happen, but he also knows that's statistically unlikely. Not impossible, but unlikely.
Before he even sees the familiar blonde hair, he hears the familiar name: Misa-Misa. It's a name said in her own voice, a third-person habit she had picked up somewhere. Maybe psychology would say it was a way to disengage herself from the bad things that had happened, maybe she had had it even before then. Light doesn't know, he's never bothered to question it.
He has no choice. L is here, Misa can't be roaming around like a lost puppy. For a moment, he hesitates. No one else from home had seen him in this disgusting form, no one human aside from the locals were able to gawk. For the first time, he finds himself hesitant about approaching Misa. Light hates himself like this. Somehow, if he approaches her, it feels like they would all know what he is now.
No, he'll find a cure and return home.
When he approaches, it's from behind.]
Misa, don't turn around yet. [Will she listen? Light has various success on getting her to.] How long have you been here?
1-A (Sorry for the book)
In other ways, he's very different. Four large blue and black wings stretch out from behind him, his shirt tailored with holes to allow them to fit. His other changes can currently be hidden with gloves and boots, but wings were too large for any trick of the wardrobe.
Despite his short time here, he knows Bavan will be where they show up, the next set of new arrivals. To stay up to date, to stay current, he has to know who those people are. Part of him would like it to be someone from his own world, someone from a future that will let him know how things happen, but he also knows that's statistically unlikely. Not impossible, but unlikely.
Before he even sees the familiar blonde hair, he hears the familiar name: Misa-Misa. It's a name said in her own voice, a third-person habit she had picked up somewhere. Maybe psychology would say it was a way to disengage herself from the bad things that had happened, maybe she had had it even before then. Light doesn't know, he's never bothered to question it.
He has no choice. L is here, Misa can't be roaming around like a lost puppy. For a moment, he hesitates. No one else from home had seen him in this disgusting form, no one human aside from the locals were able to gawk. For the first time, he finds himself hesitant about approaching Misa. Light hates himself like this. Somehow, if he approaches her, it feels like they would all know what he is now.
No, he'll find a cure and return home.
When he approaches, it's from behind.]
Misa, don't turn around yet. [Will she listen? Light has various success on getting her to.] How long have you been here?