Hello! This is my first story I decided was good enough to post for the Death Note fandom. Therefore, the characters may be a bit OOC. The run on sentences and beige prose are intentional, I assure you. It will probably become non graphic yaoi at some point in the story, but I am uncertain of the pairings, so I won't incorporate them yet.
The boy was inexplicably pretty, too pretty for even a shinigami to ignore (the shinigami were not supposed to love or lust, so that situation was uncommon. Therefore, there were no gender barriers to be known of, there wouldn't be a point, and shinigami were literally and figuratively above humans in their pointless squabbles.) Gelus was very intrigued by the human, for the boy's beauty and intelligence matched no other ridiculously idiotic and ugly being. The shinigami watched the boy like a hawk, growing more and more fond of him every tenth of a second (a second wasn't enough, it was frequent, sure, but not frequent enough, and Gelus wanted to put his own spin on things, for the saying sounded somewhat cliché.) Yagami, on the exterior, was very social and warm and courteous but internally, the boy held a stone cold intelligence and attitude that made Gelus shiver with delight and reminded the shinigami of diamonds and Gelus loved diamonds because they were beautiful and Yagami was beautiful and Gelus wanted Yagami so bad and he wished he had sex organs but that was against shinigami rules but Gelus hated the shinigami rules but Gelus knew that it was good for the realm so he didn't speak of it like Yagami didn't speak of his boredom and damn it, Gelus wanted the boy so badly that it was interrupting his normally okay brain patterns.
Light was perfect. He was the very definition of perfect. When someone is too perfect, apparently, Gelus observed, humans get jealous. One day, when Light Yagami was walking home from school, four of his Latin classmates let their jealousy get a hold of them. Their leader was stalking him for approximately fifteen minutes, before Light passed by a dark alleyway. The leader shoved Light into the dark, narrow space, and held out their knife. He said many daunting and gloating words. Gelus immediately hated him, Light was meant to be untouched and perfect, a scar would be unfitting. Gelus, without thinking, began writing the name of the leader and their posse (who were waiting to jump in, but seemed to be unable to after the directions written in Gelus's notebook) in the death note, not even caring anymore as he turned into dust, with his annoying acquaintance Rem watching him in horror. More importantly, the boy's perfect face remained untouched. Gelus didn't care about anything else in his death, now the Light's life span exceeded 90 years, which was long for a human. Gelus did not, he told himself as his brain rotted away, die in vain.
Rem was disgusted. A shinigami is above humans, they should not die for a human's sake, it was abnormal and disgusting. Gelus, though, was Rem's best friend, on her side at least, so it didn't feel right to judge the other's decisions. Instead, as Rem was a somewhat intuitive and spontaneous being, she decided to do something she would never do in any other circumstance.
She dropped Gelus's notebook. It fell. Light picked it up. Rem came immediately. The seconds raced by. The boy would scream if he wasn't in public. He asked questions. Rem didn't respond. Light walked home, with the shinigami following him. Rem was silent.
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