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Perfect Creature

Rated M for Mature

Alternate Universe (the only variable being Light's father died at the age of two, therefore ever attempt will be made to follow a realistic storyline based on that single modification), Violence, Adult Themes, and Heterosexual Relations, and (very) eventual Homosexual Relations.

After a tragedy, Light is left fatherless at the age of two, and raised by a broke single mother in a bad part of town. Existing for survival alone wears hard on a boy. Brains don't mean much when they're splattered on the pavement. Eventual Yaoi.

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Chapter Two – Year 2003

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"It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change." -Charles Darwin

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Despite the amusing interaction, Light was still more than a little infuriated with the previous happenings of the day. Hanso, the name he'd given to the police, was a man that had been working for him, not the other way around. The betrayal that he'd alluded to was by the man, twenty years of age and obviously a coward, and he'd had been making his first deal under Light's watch. Light had been doing nothing more that...supervising.

Light did not stoop to selling drugs.

He had underlings for that.

The police had pulled up, and not only had he ran as fast as his scrawny legs could carry him away from the scene, Hanso had shoved Light and spilled the contents of the drugs in his rush to get away.

Which was the only reason Light had ever been caught by the police. He'd been caught red handed, so to speak, which had also never happened before...and so for the first time he'd been taken away in handcuffs. That was not something he intended to repeat, and Hanso would be punished for making a fool out of him.

Light didn't kill people, and he was respected for his stance on that, for his mercy. But what he could do to people was far worse.

Dealing drugs was a business, a lucrative one, and Light had no problem selling substances to idiots who wanted to destroy their own bodies. He didn't touch that shit. It contributed to the rent, bills left over from the hospital and other loose ends because when he was a child they hadn't been able to afford what most people took for granted. He made sure things went smoothly for his mother, they got a check from the NPA, a small amount that covered very little, and his mother had what job she could get with only middle school education, but...

Light had a good bit of money stored away in three separate bank accounts, as well as a few thousand dollars in cash hidden away where no one could find or question it.

"Thanks again, Etsu-san," Light commented flippantly as he walked down the street ahead of the man that had claimed to be his father, pulling his rolled up tie out of his pocket and beginning to pull it around his neck and beneath the collar of his shirt. Etsu was the oldest member of Light's...

Gang? He hated to call it that. The men under his command were almost all older than him, but treated him as though he were their boss. He had earned their respect at only the age of fifteen, and he'd started at the age of thirteen. There were fifty four boys and men now, all of whom looked to him as their leader for his uncanny ability to...How exactly did they put it?

Make things happen.

Most of them, at least in the beginning, had beaten him to a pulp in elementary school. He'd been at the top of his class, a neat, brilliant boy that had been despised by the other boys in class. The girls had adored him, but that had only made him less popular amongst the large, cruel boys in just about every grade.

His mind was not admired here.

And so at the age of twelve, after many a beating, Light had decided to made a change. They would not respond to his intelligence outright, and so instead he worked around it.

First, he stopped raising his hand in class. When the teachers called on him, he would reply that he did not know the answer. When they insisted he try, he spoke back to them, and even earned applause when at one point the teacher had forced him to the front to answer an equation, and Light had written instead for the teacher to go to hell with chalk. Though it had confused his bullies, and delayed their next attack, it did nothing to change their minds about him.

Light Yagami was a pretty little queer, and that was that. Smart, or not, it remained to be their truth.

So Light decided to changed their truth.

The very first act of violence would be his last.

In front of a large group he had taken everything in his power and thrashed the most vicious member of the bullies. He'd been hurt himself, rather badly in fact, but everything had just...built in him, and he knew just where to punch, just what pressure point to jab, so that the other boy, though three times his size, would not be able to walk. In the end, Light had been battered, bloody, panting and bruised...

...but he had not been the one in the hospital that night.

It hadn't come easily after that, but he had caught their attention.

"No problem, boss," Etsu replied, walking behind him easily as they started back toward the apartment building where Light and his mother lived. Light finished tying his tie just so, straightening it as he walked and looking over his shoulder.

"Jacket?"

Etsu dug through the bag he carried and pulled out the uniform school jacket that Light was asking for. Light sighed at how wrinkled it was, patting it a few times before slipping it on and sliding his hands over the front to smooth it out

"Who was that guy you were talking to, boss?"

"No one."

Then, he'd made sure a boy's father was arrested for something her hadn't done. He'd done so by hacking into the police database through the computer system at the library, stealing someone's identity for a credit card and with it buying off someone so that they would claim that he had seenthe boy's father commit the crime.

That had been enough to take the man in for questioning, and that was all he needed.

Then, when he'd heard the boy crying about it one day, he'd told him he could turn it around. The man he'd bribed withdrew his testimony, and the boy's father was released from jail the next day.

It had been fairly easy to gain Kanto's trust, in the end. He'd been the toughest guy around, a big believer in loyalty. He had owed Light, for getting his father out of prison, and Light had enlisted in his protection. Kanto spread the work, and soon others were coming to him for favors, some as simple as Light making sure a corrupt teacher got fired, or hacking into the system to change a test grade here and there. By the end of the year, Light's bruises had all faded, his fractured bones had mended...not to mention, he was minus eleven batterers, all of which had become his lackeys.

Friends, rather. At least, that's what he called them to make them feel powerful. This side of Tokyo was a dirty place, that would never change, but it did not have to be lonely.

Light had gotten perfect grades, but had never bragged about it, and once he'd finished middle school he hadn't bothered to continue his education. His gang knew how intelligent he was, at least to an extent, because their little pea-sized brains couldn't comprehend how he made half of the things happen that he did. It was elaborate, and much of it was unethical or illegal or both, but it was how he had learned to survive.

It had worked damned well too.

His first act of violence had been his last ...because now, at fifteen-years-old, he had plenty of men that were happy to commit violent acts for him.

"Fucking hell!"

Light glanced up at the familiar voice to see a large figure coming right at him. Large shoulders, long, beefy arms covered with hair, with the face that had always reminded Light of a gorilla, Kanto was hardly the most attractive man in the world. But he was three times Light's size at the age of seventeen, and his first recruit. Unless you counted Etsu, who had been the man he'd bribed in the first place, who had grown to respect Light in the last couple years. Etsu was a meth addict, and only half old as he looked. He couldn't remember large chunks of his life and half of what he said didn't make any sense at all, so he was no threat to Light's little street empire.

"What?" Light responded, stopping in mid-step, irritated that he'd been interrupted once more. His mother was going to get worried if he was this late coming home from 'school'.

"Your face, Yagami, what the fuck?" Kanto replied, his loud voice grating on Light's already frayed nerves. He always sounded like he was chewing gravel. "Who did it?"

"Ah," Light brushed his eye, the bruise around it purple and slightly swollen. "My eye. Be more specific next time."

"Whatever. You need me to kill someone?"

"I told you, murdering anyone will send up too many red flags to police in the area-"

"Yeah, yeah," Kanto interrupted, gripping Light's face and pulling him up a bit to inspect it. Light shoved his hand away and fixed his collar, "You need me to almost kill anyone?"

"Nah, I hit myself to make the cops feel sorry for me."

"Oh, well that makes perfect—the cops!" Kanto shouted, and even a few of the vendors and shop owners flinched. This wasn't the place to be joking about police being around, let alone hollering it to the skies.

"Yes." Light replied, crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes, "Hanso left me to be arrested. Luckily I was able talk myself out of the situation, but not without them taking my fingerprints. I'll need to meet with Kotaru to arrange a new identity. I can't keep Toki's name now that he's in the system."

"So...you do need me to rearrange someone's face for you."

Light sighed, moving his arm up for a moment before bending his elbow and looking at his watch, the motion hiking up his sleeve enough that he could see it from beneath the cuff. It was a nice watch, more expensive than most of his other clothes, but not too nice. He didn't want to give anyone a reason to mug him, that was for sure, not that they could with the way his gang watched out for him. Even so, being flashy in this neighborhood, even if it didn't cause one to get mugged, could inspire resentment that Light didn't want to take the time or effort to correct.

"Yes, go hurt him, and make sure he doesn't show his face in my district again," Light informed Kanto as he let his arm fall back to his side. He should have been home an hour ago. Light considered warning the man that this meant that the favor Light had done for him was going to undone. Hanso had been in trouble in Osaka,and Light had managed to get the evidence lost while it transit from one precinct to another , meaning with a little computer handiwork Light had gotten it sent to an address that was a few numbers off. By the time the police had realized the mistake, of course, Light had plucked the package up off the side of the road and taken it home.

Now he would have someone drop it off anonymously at the precinct he'd only just left.

Kanto nodded as Light began to walk again, "You got it, Yagami."

"See you tonight." He waved as he walked passed the bulky teenager, Etsu staying behind with the other probably to see if they could make any more sales before they met up with the rest of the the neighborhood that was under Light's influence.

Light turned the corner and walked the next two blocks before finding the door to the apartment building where they lived. The brick was cheap on the outside and the windows were barred, all twenty floors of them. Light stepped up to the door and pressed in the twenty digit pass code that was his idea alone, something his mother still wasn't fond of. She still had it written on a slip of paper in her purse because she couldn't remember it even after five years. Their apartment had been broken into when Light had been ten years old, so he had concocted the completely random set of numbers as their password, and then had same mechanism for the door to their apartment installed.

They couldn't move out of this neighborhood. Light's mother was still unaware of the fact that Light was the reason things were going so smoothly, and he couldn't exactly tell her that drugs would pay for an apartment in a better part of town, that she didn't have to work herself sick anymore because Light had people that could take care of everything-

"Oh, honey, you're home! How was school?"

After all, Sachiko Yagami wasn't even aware that Light was not, and had never been, attending high school.

She would feel like a failure as a mother if she knew. Besides, Light had more of a mind on him then all of those idiot high school teachers put together. Getting a real job wasn't an option for someone like him, in any case, and he did not intend to waste his time when he already had a business of his own. He was too smart to get caught and go to jail, and let it be known to his following that none of them would get caught if they did as he said.

"It went well. I had a math test. I'm sure I did well on it," Light informed her, shrugging off the jacket he had only just put on and hanging it up by the door.

"You're home so late. Dinner's almost done," Sachiko told him as Light slipped off his shoes next and then slid his slippers on his feet.

"Sorry about that. I was helping someone with their homework. If I tutor once a week I'll get extra credit." The lie came easily. He'd had more than enough time to think it up.

"Oh! How nice!" A sly look crossed the female Yagami's face. Or rather, as sly as the woman's face could manage, "Was it a female student?"

Light allowed her a laugh, groaning, "Mom..."

"I'm curious, that's all! My son is a good looking boy..." She smiled, patting Light on the shoulder before heading back to the tiny kitchen that was connected to the living room by nothing more than an archway. The living room was big enough for a loveseat, a television and a fold out chair comfortably if there was company, and in the corner there was a small table and two chairs where they ate dinner. His mother rose her voice to speak over the sizzling of the stir fry, "What about that girl? What was her name? The one I saw you talking to outside a couple months ago."

Light glanced up, "Sayu?"

"Yes! Yes, that one." The older woman glanced over her shoulder, "What ever happened to her?"

"She's still around. She's working on being a model though, so she goes into the city quite a bit." Light commented idly, moving to the kitchen to set the table, pouring water for both his mother and himself and taking out a pair of rather nice chopsticks and then two plates that Light had gotten her for mother's day.

"Oh, that's good for her. I love that name..." She trailed off wistfully as Light set the bowls down on the counter, gathering a couple of napkins and bringing it all to the table to set it up. His mother began to load the bowls with food, leaving the pan in the sink to soak before they both headed to the table with their respective bowls.

"It smells wonderful, mom," Light commented as he sat and his mother gave a light 'Itadakimasu' before they both dug into their meals.

"Thank you, Light," She smiled, and then took a bite.

There was quiet for a long moment, the subtle sounds of glasses clinking or chopsticks scraping against the bowl.

"National Exams are coming up soon," Sachiko said, attempting to spark a conversation again about Light's schooling. "You've been studying quite a bit."

"Yes, I want to make sure I do well."

"You always do well."

"I try my best."

"I'm very proud of you, Light."

"Thank you, mom."

Again there was a silence. There was not much else for the to talk about. She was a sweet woman, and not overly bright...neither of which Light could relate to. He did what he had to to make a life for himself with what he'd been given, and had done things she would have never approved of.

"Are you working tonight?"

"Oh, no, not tonight. The weekend is coming up though, so I may not be here very often. Should I buy some snacks?"

"Don't worry about it, mom, I can cook for myself. " Light grinned at her, setting his bowl down and placing his chopsticks inside it. "Though perhaps not as good as you."

With a modest smile, Sachiko brushed off her son's compliment and started to talk about one of her dramas as Light collected the dishes and began to wash them. Before long, she was turning on the small television to watch the continuation of, thanking him for helping and Light washed his hands after his work.

"I'll be studying, mom, so don't disturb me."

"Of course, Light, I'll see you in the morning."

With that, he was closing the door to his room, a decidedly small space, but he had gotten the window that was attached to the fire escape. His room was large enough for a his single sized bed, a small desk and a fold out chair in front of it. He rarely used his desk, as he didn't own a computer, but leaving schoolbooks on it while he was away only reinforced his mother's belief that he was indeed attending school.

His mother was nothing if not hopeful.

Light sat on his bed for a moment, sliding his slippers off and leaning over to straighten his socks, before pulling on a pair of loafers and taking off the button up shirt he wore in place of a black t-shirt and a windbreaker. The heat outside would be broken now that the sun had set, and though it wouldn't be chilly by any means, he wouldn't be uncomfortable wearing something over his shirt. Wearing a t-shirt alone felt too informal for his status, that was the truth of the matter, and though he wasn't exactly a Yakuza member (though he had thought about it, the only discouraging part would be that he would have to start at the bottom and do dirty work of his own) and his members weren't exactly occupied with what he was wearing.

At least, they thought they weren't.

But Light knew how the mind worked, and took great care to appear just as he wanted to appear to them, even if the fools didn't realize it.

There was a reason that they gave their loyalty to a boy that was young, and not exactly... physically intimidating. His hair was brushed, but never too tidy when he knew he was going to be seen by them, he purposefully didn't articulate himself, used cruder language and slang. He didn't speak much, though, and he never yelled. It forced them to actually listen to him, and fear his quiet more than any chance that

They way he walked said – Regal. Confident. Someone to be listened to.

The color of his clothes were usually black, or at least dark for the most part, and it told them— Powerful. Daunting. Someone to be feared.

Light was amusing himself with his train of thought, zipping up the windbreaker and wondering idly if the brand of his underwear would do anything to manipulate their mindset in any fashion.

Not likely.

They weren't overly important touches, and nothing that hadn't been done before, but it all contributed to the power Light had over them.

Light slid the window open far enough for him to be able to crawl through, then went back to lock his door to be sure that his mother did not enter is room, just as a precaution. His mother would sleep soon, after she lost herself in her dramas, and Light would be back within a few hours to get some sleep before he woke up promptly to the sound of his alarm clock, ate breakfast with his mother, and then head out. It was important for his boys to keep moving, drug deals were set up before hand through cell phone calls, all of who Light had looked over and approved, no one was to sell to random people coming up in cars, and they kept walking.

No matter what, they didn't just sit like a leech on the side of the street. That was what cops looked out for, not people that looked like they were on their way somewhere important. Casual, easy strides, and whoever was buying the substance would be told to to 'walk east on Jinkuku Avenue on the left side of the street, right side of the side walk' until they were knocked into by one of Light's men.

An staged apology.

A quick exchange of drugs for money.

And then they were walking again, ready for their next scheduled appointment to bump into, trained on the names and faces of all of those involved by Light himself.

It was fast, easy, and it worked like a charm.

Unless there was a falter in one of the gang, like there had been with Hanso. Light had accompanied him on his walk, his first deal, and the bastard had panicked at the first sign of a cop car.

Light should have known he would have been a weak link and he cursed under his breath as he recounted the events and began climbing down the fire escape, down all eight floors until his shoes hit the ground with a thud. Raking his fingers through his hair so that it did not fall as smoothly as he made sure it did in front of his mother, before starting down the side walk. His stride was not rushed, but purposeful, allowing anyone watching to know that he was not lost nor merely taking a stroll, but had a destination in mind, and that did wonders to keep him safe in itself.

Before long, he'd found himself at their meeting place, a large abandoned shed just outside the track of the local high school. It was ridiculous how little security there was in such a place at night and on the weekends, though there was enough lighting for them to be able to function without the use of flashlights or other burdensome devices that could be left behind and used as evidence were they to be pursued.

Not that they ever would be.

Of the fifty four men that currently worked for Light, thirty one of them were already completely loyal. The rest were...on their way to be, but it took more than a single favor and the promise of money to earn the trust and servitude of men like this, especially when Light was significantly younger than some.

But his followers preached that if they wanted to do crime, and do it well, without the chance of being caught, they needed to listen to Light. He'd proven himself many times

Maeda was the first to notice Light approach.

"Hey, boss, I wanted to talk to you."

"That's why I'm here, isn't it, Maeda-san?" Light inquired without much intensity, watching the boys and men that had arrived all around him. There were thirty-eight of them in all, technically the lowest wrung of his gang, the dealers and batterers, most of them those that had already been part of criminal activity long before Light came along.

There were others, of course, such as Kotaru, the man that worked in the mail room of the precinct that was more than he seemed. He'd done a fair bit for Light in exchange for help getting custody of his daughter. Of course, Light had made sure that his intentions were pure and that he wasn't some pedophile that wished to abuse her, but it had been easy enough to bribe the conniving mother who just didn't want to pay child support to give her daughter up. That little girl's face reminded Kotaru of his loyalty to Light every day, which was the sort of

"I wanted to know about Sayu-chan."

That caught Light's full attention. At any given moment he was usually fifty different places, thinking about several different things, but that...was important. His gaze cut in Maeda's direction sharply.

"What about her?"

The tone startled the boy, who was probably the youngest in the entire gang at just fourteen. "Well, ah...she's my cousin, you know? She's been hanging out with a lot of weird people, you know, men, the high class sort. My mom was worried about it."

"She isn't prostituting herself, I can assure you of that," Light stated easily, leaning against the body of a light pole, the flickering bulb washing down over his hair and shadowing his features. "However, what she is doing is condoned by me, and part of a larger plan."

"But she's not even part of thi-"

"She wants to be," Light interrupted him, cocking a brow at the boy's vehemence. He understood the concern for family, even if he didn't care much for the girl herself. She wanted to be part of this gang, and Light had told her no. She had some sort of crush on Light and wanted to impress him, and she wasn't a complete idiot, so...she'd pitched an idea. "It isn't dangerous."

"Still, it feels like you're using her, and she's just a -"

"She's twenty years old, Maeda-san," Light once more spoke before he could finish, and though he used 'san' with all of his followers out loud, he still spoke to him as though he were reprimanding a child. "And it was her idea."

The boy swallowed slowly, "Oh."

"Is there anything else?" Light inquired, watching the others as they began to gather closer to him with their bags of cash and what drugs they had left over for the rest of the week. They reported to him at night like this, told him how much they'd sold, who had shown and who hadn't, and the few that were receivers organized who would pick up what the next day out of those that had called them.

"No...no, that's it."

"Don't worry about it. It will be good for everyone involved." Light smirked, nodding at those who greeted him, "It means a raise, in money and power."

"Yeah?"

"It's bigger than anything we've done before," Light responded lowly, before raising his voice just slightly to speak to the rest of those that approached him, ready to begin so that he could get home at a reasonable hour. "Alright, starting with you, Nitobe-san."

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A/N: (Anonymous is a very bad name: I was reading a bunch of reviews for stories I haven't looked into for a while, and I came across this huge, complimentary review that I would love to respond to. It was a year ago, and I'm not sure if you will even read this story after my absence, but you were anonymous and didn't leave an email. So I hope to hear from you.)

Someone assumed that Light's mother would be a bitch, because I mention that she isn't doting on my profile, but that's more just the fact that she doesn't have as much time for him as she would if she were a stay at home mom where he was her only job. Sayu is just an OC, not going to be in the story very much at all, but I hate that I can't include her in this story so naming this character that was more of a tribute than anything else. She's nothing like Sayu, and her and Light are not any closer because he had a sister with that name in another universe.

L will return in the next chapter. This was to explain and set things up for the future...And by the way, someone called him Ghetto!Light and I nearly died. Effing hilarious thought, right there. Even ghetto Light will never truly be ghetto, though. :P

Also, I am currently searching for a Beta (or 2...or 3) to give me input as well as grammar/spelling corrections. I like to talk through ideas with people, and get a feel for how another party will read/interpret what I've written and I feel like I definitely need that, being somewhat out of the hang of things. I need someone that will be online fairly often, too...so I know I'm asking for a lot but hopefully there will be someone out there willing and able. :) Just tell me in your review if you're interested (and make sure I have a way to respond to you!)

Thanks again! Oh, tomorrow is my birthday so...review as a present? (Shameless, I know.)

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