Unjust Anime, but with Death Note

"※This work is purely fictional and has nothing to do with any real events, people, or groups." Usually youth romantic comedies will have something like this at the end, right?

In other words, those teen romantic comedies are bullshit and everyone has been fooled.

True youth is when two boys go to Saya after school, ordering nothing but focaccia and drinks, sitting there late into the night, gossiping about everyone and the school. That's what true youth is. This is my personal experience, so it's absolutely true.

However, I don’t hate that kind of youth.

Mixing cantaloupe soda and orange juice and happily naming it "Cantaloupe Juice"; watching four boys battle it out at the mahjong table on our graduation trip; and falling silent after witnessing the girl I loved and her boyfriend playfully fighting... Looking back now, those were all beautiful memories.

Sorry, I lied, I really hate it. I also wanted to date high school girls in uniform, and I still do!

I wrote this work with this feeling in mind. I would be very happy if you like it.

Finally, let me express some gratitude.

My editor, Mr. Hoshino, could fill a whole book with my gratitude, so I've decided to skip it. Anyway, I'm truly grateful for your care in all matters, big and small.

Thank you, ponkan⑧-sama, for your lovely and charming illustrations. Whenever I feel discouraged, I find strength in them. It's wonderful to entrust this work to you. Thank you.

To Hirasaka Yomi-sama, who I've never met, for writing a recommendation for my book. When I was about to be overwhelmed by anxiety and worry, your recommendation gave me courage. Thank you.

Note: This refers to the Japanese jacket copy. Hirasaka's recommendation reads: "It feels like my scars are constantly being picked at, but it's so funny. Even without friends, I can still find the courage to live!"

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'The Moon Lord before, ▆▆. The Moon Lord now, ▆▆.'

After a long time, a bloody bridge was built between the two.

Both body and soul.

This soul-rooted ruling technique has been completed. Before midnight tonight, all of Light Yagami's secrets will be revealed to Makima.

A gentle smile appeared on Makima's face. She raised her thumb like a mother and wiped the corner of Light Yagami's mouth, which was still stained with blood.

"Tsuki-kun. Now, tell me...are you Kira?"

Follow your words.

A golden sun appeared in Light Yagami's eyes. Without any hesitation, Light Yagami said, "No."

"Do you know who Kira is?"

"do not know."

"Have you forgotten that you are Kira?"

"No. I only know about Kira from TV and related reports. Other than that, I don't know anything about Kira."

"Why did Yue-kun smell of blood on the day of the Araki Financial Company incident?"

"because……"

Yagami Light's pupils shifted slightly to the right, a look of reminiscence on his face. "I don't understand. I don't have any smell on my body. Did Miss Makima smell it wrong? I didn't come into contact with anything that smelled of blood that day."

is it wrong?

Makima was stunned, having never expected such a result. Yuejun would never lie in front of a soul ritual, and her sense of smell was definitely impeccable. Since both of them were right, did Yuejun truly not come into contact with blood that day? Or did she accidentally come into contact without knowing it?

"Did Yue Jun pick up the scent without noticing, or did someone do it on purpose to draw my attention?" Makima's face darkened. She had been tricked.

This feeling of being schemed against was what she could not tolerate the most as a dominant demon, especially when she had no idea who was plotting against her.

Who could it be? Kira? Or someone else? Makima thought of the "man behind the scenes" mentioned in the investigation report on the Truth Cult.

"There are more and more people who like to hide behind the scenes." Makima smiled brightly.

Yes, come to think of it, even she herself was behind the scenes. Kira was, and so were the people hiding behind the Shinrikyo. They were simply treating the vast city of Tokyo as a playground for hide-and-seek.

But finally one thing can be confirmed, that is, Yue Jun really has nothing to do with Kira.

Makima had also reviewed the surveillance footage near Araki Financial Corporation that day. It now appeared that Kira wasn't capable of hiding himself from surveillance. Rather, Kira wasn't even near the scene at the time. He was controlling everything remotely, leaving behind a remnant of his power at the scene... hence the subsequent series of actions by the Truth Cult.

After coming to this conclusion, Makima didn't know how she felt.

It seems... there is both relief and disappointment.

If Yue Jun is really Kira, then they can work together as mother and son to ascend to heaven and create a world where all beings are equal.

But it's a pity.

Yue Jun is not.

"In that case, I will find Kira. Kira's power can be inherited. I will implant that power into your body, Yue Jun, and then..."

From the beginning to the end, Machi was not one who stood on the side of the law or Japan. From the beginning to the end, she was just looking for an opportunity to ascend to heaven.

"Heaven..." Makima looked dazed, lowered her head and looked at Light Yagami calmly.

The night was long, and there was still a long time before the soul ritual would lose its effect. She still had many answers she wanted to find from Light Yagami.

Makima raised her hand and stroked the side of Yagami Light's face. "Tsukushi-kun, what do you think of Ryougi Shiki and Kitagawa Umi? You just want to use them and play with their emotions, right?"

"Do not."

Even under the domination, Light Yagami's gaze towards Makima was inevitably filled with disappointment. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and that look seemed to question why Makima viewed human hearts so filthy.

"I will never, ever in my life, use or play with a girl's feelings!"

"I simply consider Ms. Ryougi and Kitagawa as friends."

I can't play with girls' emotions.

These resolute and powerful words resonated in Makima's heart. The blush on her face deepened, and the morbid joy in her eyes intensified. She even laughed heartily for the first time in front of Light Yagami.

The laughter that combined charm and purity, like a silver bell, echoed in the small room.

As a dominant demon, she has such a pure adopted son, which is really funny.

The terrifying thing about soul magic is that it can not only make people reveal the truth, but also make them extend further according to the will of the caster, think according to their own way of thinking, and provide more information autonomously.

Makima wiped the tears from her eyes and licked the corners of her mouth: "So, what kind of feelings does Yuejun have towards me? Mother? Sister? Or..."

This time, Light Yagami had no way to give an accurate answer.

His pupils shook violently, and he fell into a state of unconsciousness. The strong body hidden under the thin shirt was also trembling slightly. Cold sweat slowly flowed down Yagami Light's forehead. He said with difficulty: "○○"

Upon hearing this, Makima could no longer suppress the twisted desire in her heart and threw Light Yagami onto the bed. She tore off his clothes and laid down on him with her plump body, inhaling the scent of Light Yagami in big gulps, and then—

……

What sheds at night is not necessarily tears; what enters the body is not necessarily an IV drip; what has bulging veins is not necessarily the arm; what is difficult to breathe is not necessarily asthma; what is hot all over the body is not necessarily a high fever; what is kneeling on the ground is not necessarily begging for mercy; what is wrong is not necessarily the plot -

……

What shines on your face in the early morning is not necessarily the sun.

Light Yagami dazedly opened his eyes, feeling as if he had had a long and deep dream... It was real, very deep. He only remembered the feeling, but couldn't recall any details, not even the outline.

Light Yagami wiped the corner of his mouth.

"That's strange, I don't remember drooling. So is this also related to the lost memory?"

Light Yagami sat up and subconsciously clenched his fists, and found that the injury that was half healed yesterday was actually completely healed.

What...is going on?

Instead of feeling happy, Light Yagami felt a tinge of panic. He suspected a possibility: could the lost memory actually be a sign that he was a demon? Otherwise, how could he explain the incredible speed at which his wounds healed?

His adoptive mother, Miss Makima, is a police officer. If she knew that she was actually a devil... it would be a fact that would make people despair, both for her and for himself.

What should I do?

Light Yagami looked at his bandaged hands and fell into a struggle. Should he create some new wounds artificially?

Just as Light Yagami was lost in thought, Makima knocked on the door and said, "Light, if you're awake, you can get up and have breakfast. You still have to go to school."

"Okay, I see."

Time did not allow Light Yagami to make any more choices, so he could only wrap the bandage again a few times and walked out of the room.

As soon as he left the room, Light Yagami was stunned.

Miss Makima, wearing an apron, was hanging sheets on the balcony. But that wasn't the point. The point was that Miss Makima had a new hairstyle, a new look. How should I describe it? From her original pigtails to... a side ponytail?

Light Yagami's interactions with mature women are still rare, and it's hard to find an accurate adjective to describe this feeling. Makima's orange-red hair was combed into a large, neatly arranged ponytail at the end, draped over her shoulder, giving people a sense of a wife about to overflow the screen.

Her face was rosy and radiant, with a faint curve at the corner of her mouth.

In Light Yagami's impression, it was rare to see Miss Makima in such a good mood. It was as if she had eaten some forbidden fruit, and she was immersed in twisted joy.

Ever since the Kira incident, Miss Makima has been returning home later and later, gradually delaying her return home from 6:30 to 8 or 9 o'clock, and even not returning home all night.

It seems that except for the Anti-Magic Police, the entire Tokyo police system is running wildly because of Kira's existence.

Damn Kira! Light Yagami cursed silently in his heart. He must bring Kira to justice and let Miss Makima always maintain such a relaxed and happy mood.

The moment their eyes met, Makima seemed to have read Light Yagami's mind: "Light-kun, your injuries should be almost healed, right?"

"Um?!"

Light Yagami's pupils shrank suddenly. How could Makima see through the truth he was trying so hard to conceal? Was his acting really that bad?

He opened his mouth to argue, but found that he couldn't lie in front of Miss Makima. He, Light Yagami, couldn't do such a thing as deceiving a woman.

He nodded with a dry mouth and sat down at the dining table in silence.

"Why are you so depressed, Yue-kun? Isn't it something to be happy about to recover?"

"Ms. Makima, I might..." Light Yagami hesitated, wondering whether he should reveal that he might be a demon. Hadn't Makima noticed this counterintuitive healing speed?

It's so weird.

"Is Yue Jun trying to say that he has extraordinary self-healing abilities?"

"Don't worry. This is a special medicine that I asked a friend to use when you were still in a coma in the hospital. It does not cause any harm to the body and can speed up your recovery." Makima said seriously.

I couldn't possibly tell Light Yagami that this bizarre self-healing speed was achieved through my condition. Thinking of this, a sickly blush appeared on Makima's face. It was truly an incredible experience.

Because of his immortality, Makima thought of many weird ways to play besides ○, such as... In short, it is a way of playing that would scare even the devil into having nightmares.

"Is that so?" Yagami Light nodded hesitantly in agreement. He didn't dwell on the issue any further. Now that Makima had revealed the fact he'd recovered from his injury, he dropped the pretense and swiftly stood up to head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Soon, a hot breakfast was served on the table.

Light Yagami and Makima sat at opposite ends of the dining table and were about to start eating when the doorbell rang due to an uninvited guest.

who is it?

Yagami Light narrowed his eyes, his heart instinctively tightening. He looked up at the gate of the Yagami residence, his sixth sense telling him that there was someone behind the door that made him feel a little uneasy.

Makima put down the fork she had brought to Light Yagami's mouth, picked up a tissue, and wiped her mouth expressionlessly. It was clear she was in a bad mood, and judging by her expression, she probably guessed who was behind the door.

Makima slowly walked to the door and pressed the door handle.

Standing before the door, in Light Yagami's sight, was a middle-aged man wearing a heavy black coat. He had yellow hair parted in the middle, and his face was filled with the vicissitudes of life. His movements seemed somewhat stiff, especially his facial expressions, which seemed completely frozen, unable to form any corresponding expressions.

But it was this middle-aged uncle who looked very vicissitudes of life who gave Light Yagami a feeling of being targeted.

"This guy has bad intentions."

"Makima, long time no see."

"Shore...what are you doing here?"

"Yes, it's all because of that troublesome order from the Chief Cabinet Secretary. The original plan was to take Light Yagami to a secret cell and imprison him, then secretly execute him according to the principle of 'better to kill the innocent than to let them go'."

"But considering that if I really did that, you would probably use the most brutal means to kill me and Mr. Secretary, I think it's better to change the order to surveillance."

Anbian had no intention of hiding his purpose and spoke frankly about his purpose. However, his excessive frankness made Yagami Light feel uncomfortable, as if he was not trusted.

He's obviously not Kira, but he's on Kira's suspect list and being watched like this... Enough is enough.

"I have to catch Kira, or this surveillance of me will never end..."

"I thought Light Yagami might have to go to school soon. In order to fulfill the purpose of monitoring him, I will be the one to pick him up and drop him off at school every day. His injury hasn't healed yet. Is this okay, Makima?"

Makima stared at the shore, a golden halo slowly emerging in her eyes, but constrained by the power of the contract, it eventually fell silent helplessly.

"Don't let me notice your unnecessary movements."

Makima crossed her arms, her cheerful mood shattered. Her expression returned to its usual indifference. She turned to Light Yagami and said, "Light-kun, after breakfast, I'll let the shore take you to school."

"Hello, Light Yagami."

Anbian extended his hand to Light Yagami without any hesitation, looking very businesslike.