A/N: -swallows- I don't know how to identify to the common man either. I didn't really spend much time on this. It would have turned out better, but I just need to post something.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
Identifying to the Common Man
"Hey, have you tried the newest addition to the menu of-,"
"I know! It's the latest fashion in-,"
Sentences washed over him like a passing wind. Terms, people, places he didn't know of. He knew the big things of course, all the things that were shamelessly replayed multiple times to convince the masses that the plotless brightly coloured cartoons and cliché story-lines with bad actors were worth watching.
"Rester," he begins. "How was your lunch today." It is more of a statement than that of a question. Rester is taken aback slightly by the sudden inquiry. He opens his mouth to question Near but decided against it. Instead he mentions that the Thousand Island dressing in his salad tasted slightly rank and the tomatoes were a bit squishy but the lettuce leaves were nice and crispy. He had begun to describe the roast beef that had simply melted in his mouth when he was interrupted by Near. "How does it melt in your mouth?"
For a moment, Rester is at a loss for words. He gathers up what he wants to say in a bundle and prepares to present it to Near before he is cut off again. "Is it like Ice Cream? I know it is an expression used to represent something which is very tasty, but how does feel?"
The bundle is tossed away and Rester has to start from scratch. But Near has already grown bored of the conversation no matter how curious he is, he discards it like a broken toy.
In his heart he reminds himself, that when he sees something people are able to identify to, he cannot comprehend it. He is cynical, he is hypocritical.
He barely knows 4 places personally.
It is like he is living a dream, a dream where he knows he is awake and cannot further awaken. Where reality is twisted by the common man into unfathomable scenarios, and where killing means to defend yourself and stealing means to save a life.
He has only ever stepped onto a train once. He cannot describe it, the rushing feeling, the uncomfortable sweaty bodies pressed up against him, loud chatter erupting from dizzy teens and influential business people. The feeling is unfamiliar. He has never boarded one since.
He cannot understand how important it is for mangled bodies to bring a sense of comfort to the people's daily lives. How blasting music and impossible figures of perfect people on big screens can personally alter the common man.
He really feels his hair colour catching on to him.
He feels left behind.
And when Rester leaves the room, he feels like one of his own toys, sitting there in a dark corner. Eyes glazed over, dust gathering onto his perfect white skin.
He cannot identify to the common man, he cannot even identify to himself.
The End
A/N: It doesn't make sense. I know that. It may have a sequel. Or not. Please review.