Summary: When Light's away, Ryuk will...have cravings.
Pairings: none
Warnings: Light's OOC (but it takes place at the beginning of the series, before he goes totally crazy)
-Ryuk's having withdrawals.
Death Note © Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata
I do not own Death Note
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DN One-shot- The Many Forms of Apples
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"Apples..." Ryuk moaned sadly over the rumbling in his stomach as he lay on the kitchen floor.
He was mere minutes away from going through withdrawal spasms.
He had already eaten every apple-related thing in the house he could find, from the center of Mrs. Yagami's still-cooling pie, to the magnet on the fridge, quite a risk with cameras still in the house.
Light had left for a date, leaving poor Ryuk alone in his plight.
Even if he couldn't die in this situation, he wanted to, badly. He even tried forcing his life to flash before his eyes to speed up the process; it was boring, the only thing he found entertaining there was Light's actions and when he ate...
"...Apples..." Ryuk whined again in misery.
A quiet click sounded throughout the first floor of the house; someone was home.
He quickly dragged himself across the kitchen floor and down the front hallway, stomach dragging on the cold tile floor.
Upon reaching the front door, he latched onto an astonished Light's shins with both clawed hands.
"Apples..." he breathed out, "...apples..."
If he hadn't been so miserable, he would have laughed at Light's "WTF?" expression.
Ryuk was startled by a sudden wave of pain as his left leg forcefully bent, of its own accord, until his heel touched his back.
With one slightly horrified look, Light gently shook him off and was heading toward the kitchen.
He retuned with a can and an umbrella.
Oddly enough, Light made a show of shoving the umbrella in the stand by the door.
"What in the Shinigami realm is he doing?" thought Ryuk.
Light began cursing softly about the mail while shooting Ryuk a meaningful look.
"Oh, cameras..." thought Ryuk.
Ryuk nodded at Light.
Light walked back outside, shutting the door behind him.
Still feeling extremely put-upon by his empty stomach, Ryuk dragged himself through the front door.
"Well" said Light with a frown "we don't have any more apples, or pie."
"You didn't miss anything" mumbled Ryuk "the crust was homemade, but she made due with that syrupy store-bought gunk that you humans think passes for apples in pies."
"I wouldn't like it either way, my point is what am I going to tell my mom about her pie" growled Light with his hands on his hips.
"Whatever you want" mumbled Ryuk.
"Well, you better help me come up with something plausible. I can't very well tell her 'look mommy I found a Shinigami attached to a murderous notebook...can I keep him?'" Light said, emphasizing the latter statement in a high-pitched simper.
"It makes me sound like some kind of pet! I'm not a stray dog!" Ryuk grouched.
"Well, that is how you sometimes..." Light was cut off as watched another spasm go through the Shinigami, causing his other heel to joint the first against his back.
"Light!" Ryuk hissed "give me whatever you found!"
Light held out the can.
Ryuk stared for a moment, blinking.
"If human-world apples are juicy, then human-world apple juice is what?" Ryuk pondered briefly before downing the juice, can and all.
Light gave him a slightly disturbed look as Ryuk's body relaxed and he stood up.
"Not bad" the Shinigami said "...definitely yummy, but I don't care much for the after taste."
"After taste?" Light wondered aloud.
"Yes" said Ryuk "It's...aluminummy."
Light just rubbed the spot between his eyes, an attempt to prevent his suddenly incoming migraine.
