After observing his surroundings Light concluded he was in the living room of someones house, not that it was particularly hard especially for the genius. First off the room lacked a bed pretty much eliminating bedrooms but it did have a couch which supported the living room idea. The various vases containing flowers screamed decoration too, Light couldn't imagine someone placing them around in a bedroom the way they were. In a corner of the room was a series of shoes neatly arranged in a near neurotic manner, mainly boots that rose up to the knees of a typical person.
What really made the room seem like a living room was what layed behind Light, against the white painted wall was a treadmill, weight lifting area, and a dark blue mat layed out for what Light assumed to be aerobics.
Still the question remained whos home this was? Light may have been a genius, or a god in his mind but he wasn't pyschic, all he had to go on was a blurry memory of a girl in tight black and red leather, but with the current fashion trends that could be anyone and just his luck he passed out before getting a look at their face. Off the top of his head Light knew at least four people who wore things like that, Misa Amane, Mello, Ryuk, and Wedy.
Light instantly crossed out Ryuk, he only had one outfit and it wasn't the one he saw. Mello was also eliminated, Light saw a girl and while Mello may pass for one occasionally he wasn't the one either. This left only Misa and Wedy and Light knew the answer then. The voice, the way it was all carried out, it was definitely not Misa, it was Wedy which meant that the home most likely belonged to her.
"I knew I should've killed her..." Kira muttered with an angry frown, he plotted to kill Wedy in the next month or so but obviously with his situation sooner was better.
Reaching for his watch Light let out a short gasp, it was broken. The only piece of the Death Note he had access to was within this watch and the thing was broken! Still to be sure Light clicked the little switch on his watch over a dozen times, the piece of the Death Note would not come out.
Shrunken down and no means to use the Death Note, God had become powerless.
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