I LIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!! Uhm, I'm sorry guys XD I'm in a rut right now, but this idea caught me, so I thought I'd come back and let you know that I still think of writing and that hopefully this'll spur me into making updates again! Let's hope for the best!
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. I do however own an adorable action figure of L with an oversized head, interchangeable body parts and his own little chair to boot. Yay Christmas presents ^_^
The halls were dark and dusty, barely lit, but the darkness held a feeling a security and comfort. The fingers of shadows ran down the spines of books, gently caressing their bindings to dull all but the titles. Those that were embossed shone brighter than the others, looming in their shelves like wolves waiting for prey.
This is where Light Yagami periodically found himself.
Trapped in the library he worked at by whatever idiot locked him in time and time again.
They had an alarm system here too, but thankfully only on the doors, so he really couldn't leave because his management kept neglecting to tell him the codes he needed to disarm it. So, in these situations, it was either sleep in the back room, or open the door, have the cops come, and get fired. He didn't really have a choice.
It's not like he minded overly much though. He would just settle down in the office's couch with a book or two until he fell asleep. Tonight however, he had decided to take a moment, peruse the shelves, maybe do a little dusting, throw in some categorizing and sorting. He was restless and his OCD was making the urge to clean overwhelming. He bustled down the rows, trying to see what was where using the light of his cell phone, because damn it all, the main power to the building had a timer on it so it automatically turned off at closing time and the only area with manual lights was his precious backroom.
He sighed, trying to figure what category House of Leaves belonged in, because God knew, that book was hard to read let alone decipher. He shrugged, heading past the children's books to head toward the fiction area, reading the labels on the ends of the rows by the bluish light he wielded. He wished the curtains would at least open to let in some moonlight, but they were on timers too. It was a shame too, because those windows were pretty much floor to ceiling, and their aid would greatly improve Light's efficiency. In fact, the only normal sized and actually operational windows were in the back, in the history aisle.
Light glanced that way, fondly remembering all the tales and struggles he's read about in his spare time in there. He popped into the section before it to try to put his book in the right place. He felt a slight chill go down his neck, gently caressing the skin there with rain moistened fingertips. He shivered, turning his head to the source. He felt it lick across his cheeks, entangle it's self in his hair. He strained to see in the dark, trying to see-
Yes, there it was the slow, gentle waltz the breeze was performing with the dusty velvet curtains. Just a shy box step, like two timid children trying to figure out how to not step on each other's feet, but it was there. Now, how that fanciful air had gotten inside was what the concern here was. Light pushed his leather bound maze of nonsensical writing styles into a spot on the shelf, not really caring if it was alphabetized or not, his former goal forgotten. He walked towards the shadows the walls provided him and moved towards the back row, passing biographies and cook books. Stopping next to the gold plate that read "History" that was nailed into the end of the row, he took a breath. There wasn't much need to be apprehensive, after all, it's an old building, it may have just fallen open, but he still couldn't shake the feeling. He slowly rounded the corner, trying to be casual so that he wouldn't be embarrassed if it turned out to be nothing.
But there was a boy there. Spread out, odd, spider like appendages laid across the wooden floor lazily, ghostly fingers belonging to one lithe hand pressing a novel to his chest to keep it propped up at a forty-five degree angle to keep it perpendicular to his reclined torso. His other hand lay across a stomach shrouded by a thin white shirt. Spikes of ebony rested against the window frame, eyes of an even darker shade roving over the pages lit by moonlight that poured in from a gap in the curtains.
Not too surprisingly, Light was quite taken aback. He had no idea what to say, if anything. What if this person was dangerous? A thief, maybe a murderer or rapist that came in to read stories of Jack the Ripper and study up on husbands who dispose of their wives in wood chippers. Maybe he was reading how to properly remove DNA traces with ammonia or how to mix cement so he could make blocks to hide body parts in and sink into a river. As Light's thoughts became more and more stained with red, the object of his fear gave a small sigh, catching his attention again. It began to coil up, retract, bringing in its long legs, pushing off of the wall onto its calves to balance on his feet, smoothly moving its arm to let its forearm rest against the end of its kneecap, letting the book dangle from pinched fingers inches from the ground.
"It seems that I was not cautious enough this evening." Huge orbs of dark space turned to bore into Light's copper depths. He couldn't help but jump at the sudden attention. He was still pretty convinced that the book that was being hung by a fleshy noose was on some violent subject or another.
"What are you doing here?" Cautiously, he stepped closer, trying to assume some dominance in their conversation. The pale light highlighted the dark shadows under the other's endless eyes.
"I am reading. I find the time of Babylon intriguing." And indeed, upon further inspection through some discreet squinting, it was a book on early civilizations. Well, they were still pretty brutal. Maybe there were some ancient torture techniques hidden in there.
"Why are you here now?" A slightly amused grin cracked the fine china of the other's face.
"I prefer the night to day for multiple reasons, and this is a great place of comfort for me at this time. I find the environment very welcoming." Light sent him a very wary, and a very disbelieving look. He was silent for but a moment before closing his book to stand, turning out to be about the same height as light, even if he was still hunched over. "If it bothers you, I will leave for the night." Light steadied him with a hard look.
"I think that'd be for the best." Silently, the stranger turned, put his book away, and then slipped through the window, making not even a whisper of a sound.
And he was gone. The only evidence left was the humid, yet cool night air still sliding in between the panes. Light promptly closed, and locked it. He didn't even take a book with him as he headed back to the office for the night.
He made sure to lock the door behind him before he would even let himself think of sleep.
Hehe, kind of short, but hey! At least it's something, right? I'm sorry guys, I've been SO obsessed with Final Fantasy 7 lately, because I totally kicked the crap out of Crisis Core and now I'm really excited about the FF fighting game in Japan because it looks AMAZING and I want it in the US SO. FRIGGIN. BAD! Also, I have come up with a really funny play list of character themes, and if I had movie footage from Advent Children on my computer, I'd totally make an AMV. Cloud's is Stress by Jim's Big Ego, Vincent's is Vampires Will Never Hurt You by My Chemical Romance, Kadaj's would have to be Mother by the Misfits, Zack would be Heroes by David Bowie (pfft), Barrett's would be the ending rap for Gears of War 1 that the Cole train does, because that's frickin hee-larious, Yuffie's is Evolution by Ayumi Hamasaki, Tifa's would either be Fancy Footwork by Chromeo or Keep Fishin' by Weezer, Aerith would have Something About Us by Daft Punk, Reno and Rude would have We Are Happy Landfill by the Gorillaz, Cid would have Sunday Clothes from Wall-E, you know the song in the beginning, and Sephiroth would have to have Schadenfreude from Avenue-Q, and if you know what that song's about, you'll totally agree!
Errrrrrrrrr, BUT I DIGRESS!! THIS IS ABOUT DEATH NOTE, NOT FUNNY AMV'S! I really like the idea of this fic, so I might run with it until I get out of the rut I have with Always. ^_^;;; Hopefully, you'll see me again soon! Please feel free to leave what you think in a review, be it good or con. Crit. thank you for reading!