Situations Chapter 1
The morning chatter bubbled around the crowed room of tenth graders. One student, in particular, sat square in the middle of the conversations; a certain kind of mediator between his chattering hive of drones. His creamy, brown hair was a formal mess; his bangs sweeping into his intelligent golden-apple eyes. Though clearly the leader of all the small squabbles throughout his unruly kingdom; Raito Yagami was not speaking. In fact, no one seemed to dare approach him as he stared off at the snow-frosted window, lost deep within the recesses of his own mind. Eyes glazed over with thought, his frozen features reflected both his social position and intellect.
For a moment, every resident fell silent. The shallow creaking of the door opening and closing pulled the subjects eyes from their speeches and to the wandering, unfamiliar creature. Shaking his head slightly; Raito awakened himself from his thoughts. There was trouble in his kingdom.
A soft shuffle was born from the silence.
Begrudgingly, the students pushed and grumbled in order to make room for the new prey. The prey lowered his head, sensing the hunger of ravenous predators surrounding him. His soft footsteps cowered to the empty back row of desks; where he silently sat down, legs drawn to his chest. As if to keep from drawing attention; the prey began to rummage through his black Hawthorne Heights messenger bag, finally deciding on his distraction. Pulling out a box of almond- covered pocky, a tattered drawing pad, and a bag of charcoal pencils; he began to sketch on an empty page, half-way through the journal.
Raito's gaze fell to the last line of subjects; at last zooming in on the latest addition to his well watched coven. The boy's blue-gray eyes stared down at his drawing pad, unaware of the Lion's stare. Messy, black hair twisted and pulled in every direction, brushing gently into his filmy eyes. Inhaling deeply; Raito closed his eyes, enjoying the sight of untainted meat. How long had it been since his last meal? Hmmm, far too long. Finally, a toy worthy of being broken by his own power.
A soft scrapping sounded as Raito pushed back his chair, hopping down from his throne for an uncharacteristic moment with his subjects.
"Good morning, ." Raito said, cheerily greeting the flinching creature sitting below him.
"G-good morning, sempai-sama." The prey muttered back, still not looking into Raito's questioning eyes. Busying himself, the prey hoped to turn the piercing eyes of the predators, now glaring at their conversation, off of himself.
Just in time, the release bell rung, leaving the room a deserted waste land. The perfect feeding ground for the top predator, Raito Yagami. Anxiously, the prey gathered the objects spread sloppily around his desk; knocking off his drawing pad in the process.
"Wow, these are pretty good," Raito said, gently smiling as he handed back the fallen sketch pad," Here you are." Holding the prey directly within his eye; Raito slyly brushed his hand against the prey's deathly pale one, causing him to jump from the slight touch to his skin.
"T-thank you," He said shakily, trying his best to locate an escape from the expert Hunter," I-I'm sorry but I really need to be leaving now…"
Still, Raito held his ground," Oh, I'm sorry but I never got your name?" A smirk held on his flawless face.
"Oh, M-my name's L…" The prey muttered under his breath, shivering slightly under the pressure.
With this Raito seemed to be satisfied, allowing the frightened underclassmen out of his clutches," Well then, L, I'll see you later. Maybe we could meet up at lunch?" He asked innocently.
"Yes, sempai-sama…" L said softly before escaping out the door.
Raito stared after him. So, L was his name? So innocent. This was going to be more fun then he first thought.