Pen. Paper.
(The paper is from the Death Note which is the entire key to this as well as the entire point.)
Killing.
Killing criminals, to be exact.
The stroke of the pen. The quickening of breath. Inhale, exhale.
In, out.
Warmth rises in Light's lower stomach, and his writing quickens—faster now, faster.
Another criminal, another name, another face. Ryuk watches with only slight interest; while humans are interesting to him, voyeuristic behavior is not anything he cares too much about.
The feeling intensifies, and oh god oh GOD all he sees is a flash of white, and then it's over, just like that.
He can't wait to pick up the pen and do it again.
Ratt9: Damn, this is definitely not one of my best works by any stretch. Well, technically, Chris is the one who wrote it, but wanted me to go over it and convert it into my own writing style (which may not be the best type of writing style for a fic like this), so. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed regardless, and please review!
Chris 034: Hope you enjoyed that awkward fic.
~Ratt Kazamata, 3/23/2012
~Chris 034