The Art of Killing

The Art of Killing

Some murderers, murder just to kill, to maim. Others kill to make art, to create with destruction. It was something Ryuk had heard before, though he wasn't sure where. But he knows it somehow applies to Light, to the utterly careless but precise strokes he makes with each shift of his hand and movement of his pencil. It's written in the lines of what he writes, how his fingers clench around the pencil, and the smile that warps his face. Light has made killing into an art form, but it is very different than what most would presume to be the art of killing.

It is not covered in blood, just ink or lead from a pencil or pen. It is not messy; it's precise lines of writing. It's everything death has never been; death has never been neat or clean. It's very entertaining though and Ryuk can't get enough of how Light kills. True, Light uses the very same device that Ryuk uses to kill and extend his life, but how Light goes about it is completely different. It has passion and zeal; it was like watching an impassioned artist set to work. There aren't many colors that Light paints his masterpiece in, mostly grays and blacks but it is the most interesting piece of art Ryuk has ever seen. No human's artwork will ever compare to Light's love and zeal in the killing of criminals.

Its lines are straight, going across the page in an orderly fashion that belies the nasty ends it creates. Such is the nature of every notebook, straight lines that belie the content it may someday hold.

Light's writing is impassioned but precise; he knows what he's doing and is proud of it. No, Ryuk has never quite seen someone write like Light does.

Ryuk is pretty sure that no one will ever quite top Light in his passion of killing, or in the way he does it. It's completely and utterly unique; Ryuk is going to miss it, but the game has come to a close and Ryuk has but to play out his final part.

So, giving a little chuckle Ryuk messily scrawls out Light's name and ends the rare art that is Light Yagami.