This is my first attempt at DN fic. Also, note that English is not my mother tongue, so please, be understanding. Any feedback and constructive critiqe is very much appreciated.
- Disclaimer: "Death Note" and all characters related to it belong to Ohba and Obata -
Ryuuzaki is not beautiful, Light thinks.
He may appear younger than he really is and it may work to his advantage but it certainly does not make him attractive. The way he carries himself, so outlandish and nonchalant, may turn heads on the street but it definitely is not tantamount to people being physically interested in him.
On his worst days he looks like a living dead, with his pallid skin, wide, empty eyes and tousled hair. On his worst days he is even less keen on communication, his accusations cut even deeper and the wall that he surrounds himself with seems even more impregnable.
But it's always on his worst days that Light starts to wonder how someone who seems like he barely exists, whose voice and emotions are always hidden beneath the thick barrier of never-changing monotone façade;
how someone who looks and is like a corpse
is at the same time the only one who can make him feel so…
…alive.