The happy giggles of young children echoed through the playground as they frolicked. The fields they played in were not fenced in but no child wandered past the boundaries of the play area. Also, no one approached the kids despite the lack of supervisors. As Kira, Light was proud. This was all thanks to him, the just god of a new world. He had not been purging the world's evils for very long, yet the change in human behavior was already dramatic.
This is a large one, but it is only the first step. The new world will be a peaceful and just utopia, and I will reign over it as god!
However, he was aware of the large, sleepless eyes of his enemy watching him carefully. "Ryuzaki, what exactly are we doing here?" he asked. "You seem happy watching the children play Yagami-kun." L noted, evading Light's question. The college student nodded, hiding his irritation with a mask of equanimity. L seemed to accept the answer without questioning it, although that too was a mask.
When they reached the red and black doors of the school, L decided to share the task with Light. "We will perform a skit for the younger children Yagami-kun."
Light gaped.
"A skit?" he demanded skeptically, accidentally letting some of his anger show. "Yes. Are you afraid to perform in front of the children Yagami-kun? I am sure they will not judge you too harshly."
Dammit! He's trying to get me to react by mocking me. If I retort angrily, he will think I am Kira but if I don't respond or just go along with it, will he think that I am trying too hard to not be Kira? Well either way, he can't arrest me for disagreeing. Anyone would take offense to that...
"Not at all Ryuzaki, it's just that a skit should be prepared beforehand shouldn't it?"
L stuck his thumb in his mouth and nibbled on the nail thoughtfully. "I suppose that would be another way to do it... but unfortunately, we do not have the luxury of a time machine. Let's just play by ear." Light sighed. "I don't think we have another option Ryuzaki."
"What should we do?" Light whispered out of the corner of his mouth, trying his best to not freak out and kill L with his bare hands. However, the detective seemed to take the urgent sentence as a part of the act and replied very loudly: "Ah, but weren't you going to sing and dance Fwee-Fwi?" The children watched them with much the same excitement of a greedy brat on Christmas morning, except these eyes were far more innocent and in that, far harder to dissapoint. Biting his tongue, Light began a sloppy dance.
Damn you.
Halfway through, L began singing some song about a pretty dancing lady, which much to his embarrasment, referred to Light. "Why don't you spin Fwee-Fwi?"
So now the bastard has a French accent?
"I know what a pirouette is do a pirouette Fwee-Fwi-san!" A small girl chirped out, smiling broadly. Light attempted the spin with the affect of knocking over a floor lamp and breaking it. Some of the children giggled, thinking that it was a part of the performance but many of them started crying. L walked over to him and helped him up and they continued the skit without knocking anything else over.
When they finally finished, they were greeted with silence. The teacher, who had five children crying into her dress, walked over to them, face flushed red with anger. "Thank you; goodbye." she growled very pointedly.
As they walked back to the car, L turned to Light. "I think that went very well."
