A Real Comedian
By: Beryl Bloodstone
Summary: A foreign exchange student gets on Light's nerves, especially when all he does is crack terrible jokes about his name.
A knock on his open door disturbs his concentration, and the pencil in his hand almost snaps in two.
"Hey, Light! What'cha up to?" an irritatingly cheerful voice calls in English, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps. Light Yagami represses the urge to sigh; he knew that it might be hard to become accustomed to other cultures' customs, but was it that difficult to leave his shoes at the designated area meant for them? The American in question was a bit dunderheaded when it came to things like that, and had the habit of leaving his shoes scattered all over the floor in the guest room he has been staying in.
"Hello, Bailey," he greeted flawlessly, finally turning around to address the person who loved to interrupt his studies. "I was just studying. Is there anything you need?"
Bailey Morton glances around his room like he's never seen it before. He's probably never heard of cleanliness before, Light thinks balefully, prior to smiling amicably like a proper host should. His guest remains standing at the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He seems to be analyzing the place, his almost beak-like nose scrunching up as his stormy eyes sweep left and right. "Nah," he finally answers, inviting himself in. He sits down on the diligent student's bed, which was neatly made until he spread his gangly limbs all over it. "Nice room, Light. Had any girls up here lately?"
Light keeps his cool, already used to the boy's straightforwardness, despite the fact that it's only been a few hours since he first arrived to Japan. Usually you would have to wait for people to grow on you. With Bailey, his lackadaisical personality and annoying tendencies were so present that people would have to get used to it fast, or get lost. The brunet turns to face the fair-haired boy on his bed, disturbed at how comfortable he is. Shouldn't regular people be at least a bit unease in the home of a stranger, especially in another country? He has nothing against Americans-he was actually interested in having someone to practice his English on. However, he doesn't think so highly of Bailey now that he's asking him ridiculously personal questions and messing with the order of things.
"Not to be rude, but I think that's a bit too intrusive of a question, Bailey," Light replies, eyeing the navy blue shoes that cover the foreign exchange student's huge feet; he could probably squash a whole colony of roaches with those! The ginger-haired boy nods, seeming to understand his host's reluctance. He props himself up on the pillows with his elbow, a mischievous smirk on his face. "What's so funny?"
"You're just so...what's the word I'm looking for?"
"Polite?"
Bailey starts to laugh, his lanky body shuddering with mirth. He doesn't stop until turns almost burgundy in color. Light doesn't understand the joke for a few moments more until it dawns on him, and he frowns, not amused at all. The foreigner in his bed notices the lack of laughter on his host's part, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Sorry, bro; you set yourself up for that one," he says, hopping off of the bed. He has the decency to fix the covers back to how they were in the first place before stretching out his limbs. "I'm surprised you even understood that. You must be...brilliant!"
Light wonders what he has done to deserve this.
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