Я уже утомила чат безудержным цитирование этой истории.

Поэтому буду писать сюда.

Лайт - премьер-министр, он женат на Киоми (получится ли у меня зашипперить их в манге?) и они отдали долг ожиданиям от них и сделали сыночка, которого Киоми назвала (внимание!) Кира.

Лайт женился и завёл ребёнка только потому, что это предполагается.
Если ты успешный политик, ты должен быть семейным человеком.
Киоми вышла за Лайта, потому что знала, он станет премьер-министром, а она хотела быть женой премьера. А потом вообще сама пошла в политику, заичка. Но по ходу пьесы влюбилась в Лайта, потому что все в этой истории влюбляются в Лайта. Он очарователен.

Лайт ненавидит всё, любит ничего. У него затяжной роман с Л, Л вынуждает Лайта бросить жену и ребёнка, а в какой-то момент рассказывает Лайту про тетрадку, бьёт его по голове и разыгрывает собственную смерть, а через три года возвращается в Японию.

Лайт в это время возится с Кирой, изводит свою же партию и копает под всех, потому что система прогнила насквозь, вы помните.

У него плохой день, его коллеги забрали у него доступ к части информации, а Киоми устраивает вечеринку с этими же коллегами сегодня вечером. И она приглашает Л. Лайт напивается, и они разговаривают, у них там всегда очень душещипательные диалоги. Каждый раз жалко их обоих. Или хотя бы одного из этих мудаков, правда.

А потом Лайт возвращается к вечеринке.

Что же там произошлоI walk away from him, taking my vodka, and go into the main reception room where there's some unholy racket of poppy shit going on. All my dickhead guests are standing in a circle looking at something, so obviously my first thought is that one of them has died and someone's giving them CPR on the floor with an exciting soundtrack. But no, nothing so nice. Kiyomi, Naomi and Kira (who's wearing one of Kiyomi's shoes and is using the other as a kind of threatening weapon, aiming the heel at anyone he sees) are dancing insanely to the poppy shit. I can only stand there looking at them, stunned and horrified as Kiyomi and Naomi spin each other around.
Mikami and L turn up beside me at the same time, Mikami rubbing his head and looking like he thinks that he's hallucinating, and L's as disturbed as I am by the waving arms and legs. My parents must have come round to drop Kira off because it's nearly eleven and they're usually in bed by ten, they're almost religious about it. They're standing in their coats by the shocked waiters, looking apologetically at me. I'm really sure that it can't be their fault that Kiyomi and Naomi are both pissed, I'm just sorry that any of us have to witness this. Culture dances like a dad riding a bucking bronco and throws a dozen thousand yen notes at Kiyomi, who picks them up, shoves them down his shirt and pushes him back into the crowd, then goes right back to dancing with a champagne bottle in her hand. Kira catches sight of me and L, shouts: "Eru, you're not deaded or in the drawer!" and hugs his legs. Kira, I'm sorry, this might come as a shock, but I'm going to have you adopted.

When Kiyomi sees us, she comes over, slings her arms around my neck, nearly garrotting me, and sings: "Oh NO! Don't you touch my BOYFRIEND! He's not your BOYFRIEND – he's MINE!" loudly at L, and tries to pull me off with her into the centre of this distressing scene, but I am an untrained horse who won't be put through this.
"Turn that shit off!" I shout, and there's a loud scratch of the record across the room. Fucking Western DJs. Kiyomi seems to have tired herself out and drapes herself over my shoulder while I try to ignore her altogether in the silence.

"Play 'I Touch Myself' again!" she screeches. No! What the fuck has been going on here?
"No, no more music!" I say loudly, and thankfully the enormous geek with his record collection and stupid shirt listens to me. I turn to the room while Kiyomi howls in disappointment and Naomi waltzes past me with a reluctant Mikami, humming her own waltz tune until Kiyomi starts singing 'Circle of Life' and Kira sings in some fucked up version of the Zulu language while still wrapped around L's legs. I never should have bought him that DVD, but I thought that it had a very powerful message about, you know, life's a painful struggle, don't trust anyone, the stampede will run you down, you end up with warthogs as friends, Elton John will sing at some point, and then you die. God, this is a nightmare. I'm going to wake up in a minute. I will wake up in a minute.
"'TIL WE FIND OUR… Ok, key change. It's alright, I can do this, I was in the choir. PLACE! ON THE PATH UNWINDING!" Kiyomi sings, smacking her hand on her thigh with every word. Shit. I'm not waking up.
"Kiyomi! Kira! Shut the fuck up!" I shout.
"Shutfuckup!" Kira says, jumping up and down like he's humping L's leg until Naomi leads him away. A few people clap Kiyomi's performance, I think. You can fuck off.
"Right. Does anyone want coffee?" I ask the room, but no one does. They start to filter away, grumbling, including my parents and so called friends, and my wife glares at me every so often from the the corner of the room while sipping water and moaning about me to anyone who'll listen, I think. I sense L near me, Kira-less now and smiling one of his sad specials. I want to tell him that he can't leave me here to this. I'll die here of musical interludes if he leaves. But he does. This is your moment to go, Yagami. No one would blame you. Your wife is an insane drunken feminist and an unfit mother, your son sings in Zulu, and your career is fucked. L has a really, surprisingly tight arsehole and possibly a notebook with supernatural powers. He also has a horrible personality, but does that matter? No, it does not. Staring at the remaining people filing out, I feel a pulling of my hand. I look down to see Kira reaching up to hold it like we're waiting to cross the road together. This is fuckshit, Kira. I'm sorry that I brought you into this. I'm sorry that I only have room in my heart for that deaded fuckwit from my drawer whose legs you just humped. I'm really sorry that I bought you The Lion King on DVD.
"Don't be sad, Daddy. He's not deaded anymore," he tells me.

В этой сцене мне очень многое нравится.
Она, конечно, безобразная, потому что Лайт орёт.
Но и смешная.
И мне очень нравятся короткие жестокие мысли Лайта, про то, что нужно Киру сдать в детдом. Или что ему жаль, что он купил ему DVD Короля Льва.
Киоми, лапочка, пошла в разнос, и правильно! Нужно отдыхать.
И то, как Лайт себя сравнивает с нетренированной лошадью мне тоже нравится = 3