A/N: This is just a story I kinda forced. If you don't know what that means, it just means I was going through writer's block-still am-and couldn't write anything. So I'm just trying to type away the mental block, and get back to writing. Anywho~if it's liked, even after I'm cured, I'll finish it. It'll just have to wait until I go back and fix my other stuff...that I slacked on.
Enjoy~!
Playground
"Despite your uncanny ability to always annoy me, there really is little else about you that entertains me, Ryuzaki." Light lies through his teeth, with such skill only one with great perception could call him on it. Unfortunately, for him, Ryuzaki prides himself of being quite perceptive.
"Raito-kun is lying." The blatant response from the raven, busy sucking on an overly large sucker -Light hadn't even seen him pull out. Still. Ryuzaki's matter-of-fact tone does little more than to agitate Light. Not that it seems like the older boy noticed his effect on the younger…or maybe, he doesn't necessarily care. Instead, the panda went to work, noisily, on his sweet. Light sighs over dramatically. It's lost on him, how someone so immature and childish can be his main competition at the orphanage. It is simply beyond him; the creepy panda-boy who was able to conquer Morse Code in less than a week. It took Light himself a full week to learn the complicated process, not that it was a competition. –If it had been a competition, Light has no doubts that he would've won…despite how everyone seems to lean towards Ryuzaki being the top at the orphanage.
Ryuzaki must've caught him thinking—a serious, contemplative expression upon his face—for he makes a mock copy of his own and stares Light down, with those unblinking, bottomless, bug eyes. Placed directly before Light, intense curiosity shining within them. Of course, when he comes to, Light starts; unable to suppress a small gasp of surprise.
"Perhaps," the raven haired boy drones, "Raito-kun should be more attentive to his surroundings?" Stated as a question the older boy knows Light will ignore. Stupidity wasn't worth his time, nor was Ryuzaki's childish games. Honestly, Light didn't believe anything or anyone worth his time— besides, of course, Mikami; a boy several years his elder. He really likes Mikami…maybe. Just a little.
"Raito-kun is so cruel~" –Insert mock pout– "Ignoring Ryuzaki, when he's right here." Light gives his patented Stfu look, and turns his head, sharply, the other way. A small whine from Ryuzaki's end—obviously, fake–leaves Light reeling. He feels like strangling the raven, if not for the undeniable fact that Ryuzaki is much stronger than himself; a fact proven countless times on multiple occasions. Not to mention, he doesn't find the pout that annoying.
"Ryuzaki," Light sighs, flopping onto his back in the damp, green grass, "I hate you."
"I know," the raven drones back, "I know."