"I have an apple." Ryuk said, tossing the red object between his two hands.
Light sat at his desk, hunched over a notebook.
"Hey, say something!"
Light fidgeted, set down his pencil, "Please shut up Ryuk. I'm busy."
"Yes, but I. Have. An. APPLE!" He said, tossing the apple onto light's desk, disrupting the even flow of his writing hand.
The apple was tossed backwards, its lazy arc signifying disinterest in the object.
Ryuk dived to catch it before it hit the ground. He slid to a halt, the fruit safely nestled into the cup of his palms, "Do it again, do it again!"
The young man sighed, "I'm busy Ryuk."
Ryuk sat down heavily on the side of the bed, the large pale figure sprawled outwards like a crushed spider, "You should get a girl."
"I have a girl."
"Yes but you don't love her." He drug out the word Love. No word in the world gave him as big of a kick as the word love. He wondered with a passing interest what it felt like. There was a God of Death he remembered that once loved a human.
"Love's a disease."
Yes, he could see that. Love killed the shinigami and he saw that it made people miserable. "Your father loved you."
"Yes."
His voice didn't falter. It was very interesting, out of all the Gods of Deaths he had met all of them were a cold chill compared to the blizzard that was Light's inhumanity.
"I love you." He drugged the word out again and stretched his hands forward.
"Shut up Ryuk."
He laughed. A thought struck him momentarily like lightning. Did he not love because he laughed? Light's father never laughed, and he loved. Ryuk always laughed and he never loved.
Oh! "I love apples!" He cried triumphantly and spun into the air not able to contain his joyous epiphany in a still body.
"You are addicted to apples, you don't love them."
Ryuk floated downwards, like a feather, and threw his apple into his mouth like someone would throw garbage into a trashcan; he disposed of it with just a few animated chomps of his teeth.
"Is there a difference? Your father was addicted to you."
Light sat his pencil down and swiveled his chair around. "Why the sudden interest?"
"Too many soap operas, yep, yep! Way too many soap operas! So what about Misa? Does she love you or is she addicted to you?"
"What's the difference?"
Ryuk didn't pursue the matter, he was growing bored with the conversation. How was he supposed to know?