partners (light yagami x reader)

7; y/n

i sat on my bed with my legs crossed, staring straight at the death note.

this has to be what the criminal murderer person is using.

part of me wanted to go to the police, as i'm sure my knowledge of the death note will make a big advancement of catching them.

but, i'll be basically turning myself in for killing ken.

also, i'm not entirely against the killings of these criminals.

"daril?"

"yes?"

i got up and threw a black crew neck over my tanktop.

"is there anyway i can find out who the other death note user is?"

daril smirked, "well, there is one way. shinigami eyes."

i stood there, clearly confused.

"if i were to trade you shinigami eyes, you will have the ability to see names and lifespans of anyone you come across."

fascinated, but still cluttered, i furrowed my eyebrows, "how does that help?"

"us shinigamis can't see each other's lifespans. so, if you happen to face the other death note owner, you won't be able to see their lifespan."

i smiled in awe. as of now, my goal was finding who this "murderer" is.

"great, i want the eyes."

daril chuckled, "there's a catch."

"which is?"

"you give me half of your remaining life span."

i felt a sudden wave of nausea.

was it really worth it?

"my remaining life span?"

daril nodded.

"so," i took a shaky breath, "let's say i had 60 years left to live- would it cut down to 30?"

"indeed. pretty fair bargain."

i began to really, really think about it.

i've always told myself i have no reason to live past the age 40.

i mean, once i graduate, go to college, have kids, and live what's worth living- what's the point of being an old person at a senior's home?

is this going to ruin my life?

i bit my lip and shook my head.

i'm not sure if i decided out of impulse, or if i really wanted the eyes. but it was too late anyways.

"deal, give me them."

+++

i softly knocked on my mom's door.

"hey, i'm going to a friend's house."

no response.

i sighed, walking away and out my back door.

as i passed plenty of people, the numbers and letters that appeared over their heads were a disturbance.

above everything, it was unsettling seeing these numbers.

i continued to stroll down the main road, keeping my gaze forward to shun seeing anymore numbers.

i walked up to the front door of light's house, checking my phone to make sure the address matched.

once assured, i rung the doorbell.

the door opened, and an older woman with short brown hair stood before me.

i felt a rush of anxiety as i saw the name and numbers:

Sachiko Yagami

2 8 3 1 7

"hi, mrs. yagami?"

the woman smiled, "yes dear, how can i help you?"

"is light home? we're working on a school project."

she nodded and opened the door more, initiating for me to come in.

"oh, of course hun, follow me!"

i followed behind her, as she guided me up the stairs, and to lights room.

"just make sure you knock!"

i grinned, and she walked back down the stairs.

never would i ever imagine myself in light's house with my own will.

confronted by light's bedroom door, i knocked.

knock knock knock.

"come in," said a gentle voice.

i turned the knob and slowly opened his door.

i looked up, and saw light slouched in his desk chair.

but once i noticed something was missing, i startled.

my eyes trailed up above his head.

i squinted, hoping that the numbers will appear.

hoping that my eyes were playing games with me.

light must've noticed my sudden loss of words, "are you alright?"

i gulped and tried to hide my terror.

"yeah."