Untitled Randomness
WARNING: spoilers for chapter 58 and sort of for 59.
Drawers and cupboards alike slammed open and shut as Raito searched frantically. He vowed to himself for the hundredth time to remember where he had put things when he had unpacked into the apartment. And failing that, to stick every damn thing in the place with a label.
Finally he successfully unearthed a badly dinged fork from the far recesses of a bottom drawer and turned back to the table to satisfy his rarely indulged taste buds...
...only to see a plate full of nothing but a few scattered crumbs and a smudge of chocolate icing.
"Damn it, too slow again," Raito scowled. As he looked on, an invisible finger traced a vertical line down through the remaining icing. After stopping for a moment the icing resumed its trail, this time inching slowly to the right.
"L."
The fork thudded loudly into the wall as he angrily stalked out of the kitchen.
Raito gritted his teeth. It was easy enough to believe in shinigami; after all, they were always right there in front of his eyes.
But he had never given a thought to ghosts before.
AN: Coms/Crits? This is one of my first fics, so let me know if I need to work on something!