At times, you were grateful for Light being the way he was.

You'd known each other since you were basically in diapers and if you knew Light, he portrayed an exterior that was charming, magnetic and overall perfect. You also knew that Light was basically a soulless little bastard with a childlike view of justice with a dash of narcissistic tendencies due to his ego constantly being inflated by those around him - which led to Light determining that you were just his naive, sheltered little friend who needed him to stop the world from chewing you up.

Which suited you just fine. A Light with a little bit of crazy was a perfect Light. His nature made him far too easy to manipulate him to the tune you wanted in order to stoke his Messiah complex. You could deal with him hovering if he kept nuisance classmates away and kept your interest.

Imagine your luck when Light found his little murder notebook. Of course, you effortlessly played the role of the 'kindhearted soul' Light believed you to be, objecting at the use of the notebook to make Light think he had a means to control you as you 'gave in'.

As you both sat on his bed going over a To-Oh info page on your laptop, your mind was elsewhere. You barely resisted the urge to froth at the mouth a the power you acquired today. Your plans for the Death Note weren't as noble as Light's.

You wanted to see how much you could prod the boy into eliminating people who merely irritated you and oh boy was that perpetual boredom that plagued you going to leave!