Note to Readers: Yay! your back! guess I didn't bore you to death with the first chapter. Well, even though I have updated new stories like crazy this weekend, please don't expect the same during the week due to the fact that I am balancing high school and college classes from 7 a.m to 5 p.m. Anyways, enough about my personal life, on to stuff about the story.
Major changes and adjustments in this chapter, I plan on making everything move kinda fast at the end, so please don't think that is just simply a flaw in my writing style. So, yeah.
Ryuzaki sat silently on Light's bed, knees drawn up to his chest, as Light packed the essentials for his three-day stay. "So, do you have any siblings?" Light asked, trying to make small talk.
"No." Ryuzaki muttered, his bare toes thumping against one another.
"Oh so your an only child, huh?"
"Not exactly. I'm an orphan."
"Oh..." Light said, awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. "I-I'm sorry to hear that..."
"I've managed." Ryuzaki said lightly.
"So... You're adopted?" Light asked, hoping they weren't going to stay at a foster home through the weekend. He heard kids there were pretty rough, especially the older ones.
"In a way, I guess you could call it that. I have a guardian, if that's what you mean. And no, I don't live in an orphanage." Ryuzaki continued, as if hearing the question Light was thinking to himself.
"Well that's cool..." Light mumbled, unsure of what else to say.
Once Light checked and re-checked his bag for all the essentials, he said his goodbyes and the two boys were out the door and on their way to Ryuzaki's apartment.
The apartment room itself was extremely nice, but under furnished. All the walls were painted a pale off white, off to the right was a single hallway consisting of two doors, to the left was the kitchen and at the front door was the main living room area. The living room only contained a nice looking leather couch with a medium sized flat screen in front of it and a small mahogany coffee table in between the two. Over all, the apartment looked almost unlived in, everything was spotless.
"R-Ryuzaki, do you live here alone?" Light asked, taking in the almost bare apartment.
"Yes... Well, technically no, but-" Ryuzaki was quickly cut off by a high pitched squealing noise coming from down the hallway that made Light jump. A tiny jet black kitten with a white tipped tail quickly made its way over to Ryuzaki and clawed its way up his baggy clothes to perch on his shoulder, a purr rumbling in his chest as he licked Ryuzaki on the cheek. Ryuzaki looked unfazed as Light gave him a questioning glance. "Light, meet Paws. Paws, Light. I do hope you don't mind cats, Light, though Paws is the only one that shares this apartment with me." Paws looked at Light, cocked his head and began batting at the stranger's nose, careful not to extend his tiny claws.
"No I don't mind," Light said, still confused about the whole situation. Ryuzaki really didn't seem to be the cat person type, but hey, everyone's different.
"Well, seeing as the chain is only six foot, I suppose we will be sharing a room." Ryuzaki commented, his voice still holding the velvety quality Light enjoyed. "Just leave your bag anywhere... Do you like tea?"
Light set his bag on the coffee table, careful to leave some slack on the chain. Light felt a little uneasy. Sure he was relieved Ryuzaki was being a bit more kind to him, but it seemed forced, almost like an act. "Sure." Light replied cautiously. Ryuzaki nodded and turned to the kitchen, obviously forgetting about the chain because he drug Light behind him. This is going to be a long weekend. Light thought bitterly.
After helping Ryuzaki with the tea, things became a little less tense. The two of them started small talk about random current events and life after death over a game of chess and a cup a steaming tea. Light actually enjoyed Ryuzaki's company, he was extremely smart and held the position as one the few people Light could have an honestly intelligent conversation with. Light actually felt a connection between him and Ryuzaki; he felt more like himself than he had in ages.
"Wow, Ryuzaki, I hope you don't mind me asking, but where'd you learn to play like this?" Light asked, considering the stereotype of rebellious orphanage children.
"My guardian and I played a lot when I was a child, or when I was younger anyways," Ryuzaki began, taking a sip of tea from his mug. "It's actually one of my favorite pass times." Just then, Ryuzaki's phone began to ring and his face hardened, his eyes searching Lights' for a split second, then he answered the call, holding his phone between his thumb and his index finger. "Yes?" He called into the receiver, then paused, his eyes all the while on Light. "Yes, I understand... Oh, and please tend to Paws..." Ryuzaki replied, hung up the phone then stood abruptly, heading towards the bedroom, dragging Light along with strength Light couldn't see possible for someone of Ryuzaki's size.
"Ryuzaki, what's 's going on?" Light gasped, trying, yet failing, to stop the black haired man from going any further. Ryuzaki didn't answer, he simply opened the closet door and pulled out the only item it contained, a black suitcase. "Ryuzaki!" Light demanded. "What's going on?"
Ryuzaki turned to Light, once again search his eyes for something he couldn't seem to find. "May I ask you a serious question?"
"Ryuzaki, all I want to know is what's going on."
"Are you afraid of death, Light Yagami?" Ryuzaki continued, disregarding Light's demands. "Please answer honestly. This is important."
Light rolled his eyes, suspecting this was some stupid joke Ryuzaki was trying to pull, but then he thought about the question honestly, and compared his life to death. He didn't see much of a difference. All his life he felt dead inside, nothing ever challenged him, no one really interested him, with the exception of Ryuzaki. And to be honest, he really could care less if he did die there on the spot. "No, I guess I'm not."
A smile spread across Ryuzaki's face, the first smile Light had ever seen him create. His heart did a flip. No, I'm no gay. Light silently told himself, dismissing the thought from his mind. Light looked up from his daydream to see Ryuzaki typing in a variety of numbers on a hidden keyboard in the closet. A high-pitched mechanical squeal rung in Light's ears as the back walls of the closet opened, reveling another room. A room filled with a miscellaneous variety of deadly weapons.
Gaaah, sorry this chapter was REEEALLY dry you guys, I promise the next one will be much better and filled with action and explanations. Well I hope you at least semi enjoyed it! ^^'