Chapter 2
Even with Tatsuya looking at him funny every 15 minutes when they had a class together, the day went by smoothly after fourth period. Raito poured over vast tomes of law, kanji speeding in and out of his view in a marathon, with his attention as the trophy. He copied each law until his right hand was numb, then switched to his left and started again (Natural selection favored ambidextrous law students). In short, all was normal.
Well, except that he hadn't seen Ryuk since the seizure thing.
Raito remembered this while he was slurping some udon, and nearly choked on a half-swallowed noodle and a slice of chewed-up pork. Ryuk normally followed him like a lost puppy. Though he could make himself invisible at will, like if Raito was taking a test and needed to concentrate or something similar. So Ryuk was most likely still in the room when...aw, hell!
What reason did he have for doing something like that? He didn't plan on killing Raito, he said, until things got too boring, and the Kira case was only getting more exciting. Ryuk didn't seem to like him a lot, but neither did he seem to hate him. There probably wasn't any malicious intent. But Raito didn't know what the fuck Ryuk did to him.
Wow, Ryuk.
He was always intrigued that an apple-addicted personification of death itself was following him around because of boredom. If he could fly around wherever he wanted and could pass through anything, he would no doubt get plenty of entertainment. But most of the time he was hanging out with Raito, even if they were both bored out of their minds.
He wasn't boring to look at, no doubt about that. From the neck up, Ryuk was like a clown in an old black-and-white movie, with tiger-like eyes, steely gray skin, thick black lips that concealed glimmering white fangs, and wild hair that reminded Raito of Vegeta in Dragonball Z. The rest of him was a demonic Charles Atlas, with bulging muscles everywhere(but why did Shinigami need them if they were spirits?)-and all wrapped up in tight black leather...
Wait, what exactly was he thinking? Why was he feeling in love all of a sudden? If he had to feel it, why hadn't he known it when he HADN'T gotten over the novelty of having a personal hitman, when he would've expected strange emotions and it would've made sense?
Either way, it was horribly wrong, he raged at his subconscious mind as he inhaled the last of the tempura bits and walked out of the restaurant. He was a human, and the Death Note specifically stated that if Ryuk killed to save him, he would be destroyed. Also, Shinigami couldn't have sexual relations with humans-even sex with their own kind was forbidden (then how were new ones made?). So he couldn't fuck him if he wanted to do such a thing.
That was also unsettling. Raito and Ryuk were both male, the thought of him...doing things...with someone with the same equipment as him was enough to make his crotch cold.
Then again, wasn't that only because he had been taught that? That was the logic of the haters of Kira, he thought as opened the door of his room. They were content with the status quo, and feared what they didn't understand, what was new, what was natural, what the world needed to become a better place. It was the same thing, except on a personal level. It's not like he'd have to tell anyone. Plus, being a self-hating gay...or bi...or whatever he was wouldn't make him happy.
Right then and there, Raito cut through a layer of irrationality with the knife of reason, which was held in the trembling hand of infatuation. He smiled at his spur-of-the-moment poetry as he drifted off to sleep.