Light Yagami (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} whats_your_name) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
Light had been in 1964 New York City long enough to learn a few things. The most important among those things was that his Death Note, currently safely hidden in the room he was renting, did not work. Despite being in a new environment, he had taken to writing names nearly immediately, only to find that absolutely nothing happened. A few direct tests later, and Light was forced to recognize he had wasted good paper. No one had died. It was as though the rules no longer applied. Almost as important was the fact that he was stuck not only in the city, but also in what seemed to be the past. He wasn't the only one, either.
The first couple of days, he had nearly expected L to show up. He had spent so much time with the other man that not having him around was strange. Liberating, but Light still felt as though he had to keep on his toes. If he had managed to turn up in 1964 New York City, that meant that L could, too. Light could not necessarily be pinpointed as Kira without a working Death Note, but there was still the potential for L to assume that Light had disappeared on purpose. Just when he was so close to freedom, to proving himself...
And now he felt stagnant. The world was rotting around him and rather than cleaning it up, he was forced to live among the mess of corruption. He was itching to do something, and out of habit had even taken out the Death Note, only to put it back into its hiding spot. If the book wouldn't work, and if he was stuck, Light was going to need to come up with an alternate plan. And the only way he'd be able to do that would be to go out and learn more about the world he was in.
The race provided a good opportunity. There would be a lot of people around that he could observe, and the charity race itself would be a nice example of 1964 culture. He could compare what he had learned from world history with experience, until he had formed a plan on what to do next.
Light had watched the race with only mild interest, preferring to direct his attention more toward the people and conversations around him. Once it had ended, he took to walking around, observing as much as he could.