This is what happens when someone obsessed with Death Note goes crazy and starts reading book after book of A Song of Ice and Fire.
Tyrion is my favorite character and I kept thinking it would be hilarious to see how Ryuk and Tyrion would interact, and also, Westeros would be in deep sh*t if Tyrion ever got hold of a Death Note. So this little drabble popped up. It's been sitting on my computer forever and I finally decided to post it.
This is set after Tyrion kills his father, but instead of setting off on a ship he goes off on his own. Other than that all events prior are the same. It also follows the books rather than the t.v series. It's not necessary to know exactly why and how Tyrion kills his father in the books, but knowing helps with the setting.
I don't have plans to continue it, but nothing's impossible. If you guys like it I'll see if I can get some more chaps up.
The air is crisp and clean, the first days of winter. It's still mild in these days, winter gently nips at the nose, or in his case, what little he has left of his. The scar that runs down his face burns in the chill.
"Hyuk hyuk hyuk"
Tyrion stops mid waddle and his eyes trace along the tree lines for whatever made that disconcerting sound but finds nothing. Just as well, he thinks, the last thing an impoverished lone dwarf needs is a threat he can't hope to defend himself from lurking in the bushes.
How did it ever get this far? Oh, of course. He remembers. " Where ever whores go" and the crossbow thrummed.
What would his dear sister Cersei make of the mess he'd left in the privvy? Likely gallop around like whore without wine screaming. He would have given the rest of his nose to see it.
"Hyuk hyuk hyuk"
The noise was there, louder this time, not more than mere feet from him! But no matter where he turned Tyrion saw nothing that would explain it.
"Most people will not hide themselves when they laugh at me, should I consider you more polite, then? Or should I think you fear a dwarf?"
As if by answer something hit the side of Tyrion's head.
Wonderful! I will die being stoned to death in some frozen waste land and without a drop of wine to ease my suffering! If the gods where just they would have made my mouth suit my stature!
He bend down as quickly as his crooked legs would let him, expecting a barrage of stones and other small, hopefully small, projectiles when he noticed a black note book in front of him.
The black surface looked smooth and inviting. Something he would have picked up from the capitol for a pretty penny. He stretched out to it and as his fingers brushed the surface something happened that he thought was only possible after copious amounts of wine. A creature appeared as if from thin air, something out of the sort of rumor one hears near The Wall. Its limbs were long and thin, its face looked as its voice sounded; a distorted mimicry of humanity. Or perhaps this was humanity in its most true, raw and undeniably ugly form.
"You are the first human I've met that could pass for a Shinigami." It spoke.
" Then Shinigami's must not win many beauty prices, I imagine." Tyrion replied eying the twisted smile of the creature.
"Hyuk Hyuk Hyuk, no, we don't.
