A/N: Sorry if anything about this situation is stupid or unrealistic ;-; Also the chapter is unedited and the end of it is a bit rushed/dodgy because I just finished writing it in History and want to get it published lol. Anyway enjoy~
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You were out late again that night. You'd stayed over at college to catch up on some lecture you'd missed and the sky was already bruised dark purple as you started to make your way home.

It was cold, but you were swamped in a jumper and a fur-lined coat that thankfully kept out the bitter weather. Bowing your head against the wind, you walked quickly, focusing on the pavement passing beneath your feet. From the outside you looked like a shadow, in your black coat, unseen, invisible, bandaged by the night.

Maybe that's what had worked to your advantage. Maybe that's why she was taken and not you.

It had all happened so quickly.

There was a girl walking on the other side of the road, another shadow, but more visible. She had a thin jacket around her shoulders and three-quarter length trousers that were wholly unsuitable for the blustery weather.

One minute she was there, a blur in your peripheral vision. The next minute she was gone. Disappeared. In the seconds before, if the wind hadn't been so loud in your ears, you might have heard something - a muffled cry, a struggle. Although you didn't, you still noticed her absence. It was immediately unsettling.

And it made you stop. You glanced over your shoulder, eyes picking through the dark, and noticed a short alleyway a few paces back, the opening cloaked in shadow. Had she gone down there? It seemed weird for a girl to take a shortcut through such a dingy little alley at this time of night.

Checking for cars - the street was doused in silence, frozen in time - you crossed the road and walked up to the alley. Adrenaline crawled through your bloodstream as you approached it. Your hands were shaking beneath the cuffs of your coat.

You stopped right at the lip of the passage. It was dark. You couldn't see much. You stood for a few seconds, listening, holding your breath, letting your eyes adjust.

Then you heard it. Faint, then growing louder as you focused on it.

"No! P-please, stop! Get o-off me. Get off!"

Heart thundering in your ears, you had your phone in your hand in an instant, dialling the police. The police. Was it really the police you wanted? The ring was shrill in your ear, lasting a second.

The line had just connected when another voice interrupted.

"Oi! Oi, you! What are you doing?"

It was coming from the bottom of the alley. Your breath caught as you saw the shadow, lunging down the passage toward you, a lumbering black shape. You heard the girl cry out and then her thudding footsteps. At least she'd gotten away, but now the bastard was after you.

Police forgotten, you took off running.

Then you tripped, skidded, grazed your knuckles on the wall, and started off again.

The man was lumbering behind you, his short legs widening the distance. You might have been a faster runner, but your stamina was sparse. If he kept up the chase, you'd eventually run out and get caught.

All of a sudden, he put on a burst of speed and you heard him right behind you, heard his rotten, rugged pants, heard the hem of his jacket slapping his thighs.

His foot caught the back of your ankle and you went tumbling over in a heartbeat.

You hit the ground hard. Your palms scraped the gravel, dirt and grit cutting into the skin on your hands and face, hard enough to draw blood. Before you had chance to get back up, the man grabbed your legs and started pulling you back, his fingernails biting through your jeans. You gave a cry and thrashed your legs, kicking, wriggling, until you managed to connect with him. He instinctively let go.

You rolled onto your back, scrambled up, and wasted no time delivering a kick. His face blanched as he doubled over, clutching his groin, groaning loudly. You saw his belt buckle was undone, the zipper drawn half-way down his pants. "You sick bastard," you screamed at him, planting your hands on his shoulder and giving him a shove. His foot caught the kerb and he went flying back, head smashing the pavement.

He lay on the ground, unmoving, but with his chest still twitching. He wasn't dead.

You swept your hair out of your face and felt something wet and sticky touch your skin. Looking down, your hand was bleedy badly from a cut that zigzagged across your palm; there must have been glass or something on the ground when you'd cushioned your fall.

Ignoring the sting of the cut, you went over and spat at the ground next to the man's head. "People like you deserve to die." Then you started running again. He couldn't give much of a chase now he was immobilised, but you still had to get out of there.

Wherever there was.

You skidded to a stop at the end of the street, glancing around to take in your surroundings. A park lied just off the left of the street, deserted at this time of night, the swings jittering silently in the wind. You recognised that park. It was the one you'd spoken to L in, which meant you were also close to the Yagami household.

With little thought into what you were doing, you took off down the familiar street. Your hand was really stinging now, as the cold air seeped into the cut. There was blood all over your fingers and it only stung more as you made a feeble attempt to wipe it off.

You stopped when you recognised Light's house. The lawn was tidy, a little withered from the cold weather, and a porch light swung over the doorway, illuminating the cracked step, shadows sprawling over the grass that looked almost black under the shade of night. You nudged open the gate with your hip and knocked on the door before you could convince yourself otherwise.

It was his mother who answered. She gave a short cry of surprise when she saw you, face dirtied, hands bloodied, and the gap between the door shortened so that only half of her face was visible.

"I-I'm so sorry to intrude like this, Yagami-Senpai. Is Light in?" You asked breathlessly.

"You're a friend of my son?"

You nodded, teeth gritted, fighting the urge to glance back over your shoulder. "I-I was attacked. I'm s-sorry but I didn't know where else to go."

Still uncertain, his mother nodded and inched the door open wider. "You'd better come in and get cleaned up."

You followed her inside, slipped off your shoes and cursed under your breath as the heel caught your ankle, where the man had caught you. You limped after her into the kitchen.

"Sit down there. I'll get the first aid kit."

You complied wordlessly, falling into the chair with a heavy sigh. You shrugged off your coat, the sleeves spotted with blood and dirt, and inspected your hands. They were a mess of blood and dirt and grit; ugly bruises were starting to yellow the skin.

"Who was at the door?" A familiar voice asked from the doorway, and you glanced up as Light came in. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"[Y-Y/N]! What happened?"

From his reaction, you assumed your face was also a giveaway.

"She can tell you later. Let me clean her up first," his mother scolded, carrying in the first aid supplies.

"I'll do it," Light offered, so quick it could be a reflex. He took the supplies and moved over to you. You didn't meet his eye. You couldn't. Your mind was still trying to catch up with your body.

"I'd better make sure Soichiro knows we have a guest," she mumbled to nobody in particular and left the room, left you and Light alone. He dragged up a chair to sit in front of you and began cleaning up your arms without speaking. You hissed a breath through your teeth as he got to the cut on your hand, wiping away the blood as gently as he could.

"Sorry."

"It's okay," you responded quickly, keeping your eyes downcast.

"What happened?" His voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

You opened your mouth but no words came out. You were scared of what you would end up saying.

"There was another girl," you eventually choked out. Your hands were starting to tremble again, and Light held your wrist tighter. "He was hurting another girl. I-I went to call the police and h-he saw me."

"Did he hurt you anywhere else?" Light asked urgently.

"No. He just tripped me up. But I m-managed to immobilise him and run."

He nodded and said nothing further as he took out a roll of bandages and began wrapping the thick material around your palm. Then he took another clean cloth, wetted it, and started wiping the dirt and blood of your face. The other hand was cupped under your chin, tilting your head to face him.

"You did well to get away from him," he said at last, letting go over your face and pushing back his chair. He paused. "But... are you sure you're okay?"

You bit hard on your lip as it started to wobble, nodding instead.

"I'm sorry so much has happened to you," he said in that same whispering voice, private, only for your ears. He rubbed his fingers over the back of your hand. "It's not fair. But it's okay to be affected by it, you know."

You lifted your eyes to meet his, bright and clear. "C-can we talk somewhere?"

Light's eyes misted ever so slightly, then he nodded and helped you to your feet. Your legs were shaky, but you shook away his hand and walked on your own.

He led you up to his room without saying a word. Ryuk was there, lounging on the bed, an apple core clenched between his teeth.

You ignored him and sat on the edge of the bed, your knees this close to buckling completely.

"Light, I'm scared."

"I told you, it's okay to be-"

"No, I-Im scared of myself," you interrupted, teeth gritted together so hard you could feel them grating. "I'm scared because I wanted him to die. I told him he deserved to die."

Light stiffened in front of you. His eyes were confused, unfocused. "Who?"

"T-that bastard. That bastard who hurt her. Who tried to hurt me," you continued, your voice wavering, your head spinning, yet your heart relatively calm. "He was evil. Evil people shouldn't get the chance to live."

Light swallowed. You saw his throat bob. "You're in shock."

"N-no," you said, running a hand down your face. The bandaged one lay still in your lap. "I'm not in shock. I just... I'm scared. I'm confused. I don't know what to think anymore."

He took a step forward, his fists bunched. "[Y/N]-"

"Light," you interrupted, your voice strangely placid. Inside you were terrified. "Light, I need to know. Are you Kira?"