A/n: Hi everyone. I hope you enjoy this new project of mine. All drabbles will be under 150 words, as a challenge to myself, since I tend to be a wordy writer. Please give me your feedback/suggestions/criticism.
Thank you.
Light's attention once again divided itself between the cigarette held in his hand and the world as he looked down from the window onto a grey pathway, filled with people, moving, always moving like mindless things. Light no longer added his customary but they are mindless people with his voice going slightly higher, his eyes widening just a fraction as he stared into the depths of grey obelisks looking for a tiny seed of doubt beginning to form. A tiny fissure that would crumple the palace he built on of reason. Bu it never did and so Raito stopped saying it. It also didn't matter anymore that the said person was in his palace six feet under.
The tedium of inhaling the smoke, letting it burn his lungs and then slowly exhaling it gave him no respite from the monotony of his thoughts.