T.H.E. + P.L.O.T.

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A week or so later.. Light returns home from his daily little meetings with L to find a note on the front door. It is from his family. They had left while he was gone, apparently. The note says it's charming little goodbyes, and for a moment, Light is a bit caught off guard by the realization of how great his family must truly be. He'd almost begun to forget all about them once he got hold of the Death Note. But of course, they are still his family, and they still mean something to him. He huffs a bit, allowing a crooked little smile to find it's way onto his face before entering the 'empty' house. He glances around the place, as if new to his surroundings.. without any real reason in particular. He then closes the door behind him.

Shifting on through the door as if it weren't even there, comes Ryuk, floating, and lying in a very 'flirty,' feminine manner for no reason of his own.

Light has made excuses to hold off L for a couple days in preparation for experimenting with his Death Note, and possibly, even The Shinigami's Realm, itself. .. A realm of Kings; no.. Gods. .. No place could better suit him; Kira; God Of The New World. Although, he dreads it, in a way.. ... What if it's full of a bunch of Ryuks...? Light gets to his room.. .. He takes the marble which he's kept hidden away in a little box in his desk drawer. If it is eatable, he wouldn't leave it in the dust, and dirt, or in his pocket. He does intend to try it, afterall. He sets it down.. and continues his usual ritual of staring at this object in silence, and fascination.

Ryuk questions, "So..."?

Light, becoming a bit annoyed as he would have rather continued his lengthy, absent minded stare at the object; he HAD more to think about before he was interrupted. Blinking a bit, Light does start to realize, however, that this is becoming a bit ridiculous. He sits straight in his chair, and begins quizzing Ryuk heavily.. "How long will it take me to get through this 'Vortex'?"

Ryuk answers "About a couple minutes from one side to the other." Ryuk reached up to scratch his head. "But it depends on how fast I can find that damned sickle..." Having AGAIN misplaced it.

"You said it would make me capable of passing through the vortex. Does it need time to 'take effect'..?

-- How long would it take to start working, so that I could get through?"

Light just knows that if he forgets to ask ONE question, this whole thing could turn out badly. He knows how Ryuk is... Hell, even if his questions are worded wrong, the answers could be skewed, and it could still mislead him in a direction he would rather not go. Perhaps cheating him out of something like half of his life span.. What Shinigami would miss a chance to steal something that valuable?

"Of course it takes a couple more minutes to take effect.."

Light immediately asks something as if he'd grown impatient; he hardly lets Ryuk finish the answer before throwing more questions at him.. "When you said it would make me capable.. it was as if you were saying humans aren't capable of entering the realm normally... It won't turn me into one of you guys, ... like a warewolf, or something, will it?.."

"No, no, no! Of course not! You would have to die in possessi-- WHOOPS. Hahah" Ryuk cackles, "Hyuk hyuk hyuk.." Light stares blankly at the fumbling Death God as Ryuk further explains "I'm not allowed to tell you that much. The Shinigami king will kill me."

Light begins to wonder absent mindedly for a moment whether or not Shinigami can actually kill one another before re-asking in another manner.. "Well, I will still look human when I come back, right?; I would rather not be permanently changed, if it can be helped. If not, I would really rather not be noticeably changed.."

Ryuk seems to understand, "Hai.." he scratched out in his usual gruffish voice. "You'll still look human, and all!"

Light asks, "Yes, if I still look human, that is fine. But will I still look like 'me' "..? He'd rather not look like a deformed human, either.

"Yep!" The Shinigami answers. Ryuk does a handstand. His black loin cloth, falling. Light's brow twitches a bit as he watches the playful creature.

Light, sensing something ominous about the Death God's overly joyous mood, he states, "Well, you're rather enthusiastic about this, aren't you, .. Ryuuku?"

Ryuk answers "Well, you wanted to go to my place, I'm excited to show you around! We can hang out, and all that, Raito!"

"We're not friends, Ryuuku." Light states harshly. "You even said yourself, you are not on anyone's side, that you are merely here for your own entertainment, and nothing more."

Ryuk answers "Aww, you saw right through me" Cackling a bit, he continues "Of course I'm doing this for my own entertainment. It's boring watching you make oatmeal, go to the bathroom, and all those other boring, humanly things you human guys do!"

Light exhales a bit sigh-like, and leans back in his chair as he shifts his attention back toward the marble. "How long will it take me to get back?..."

"Not long" Ryuk answers, as he sinks in the floor, and then pops his head out of the ceiling above.

"How. Long?" Light repeats.

"Uhhh.. I can take you back whenever you'd like. It really depends on how long you want to hang around in The Shinigami Realm!"

He glances at the Shinigami once more, and then sweeps the marble up off of his desk between his fingers. He contemplates whether it's worth it, or not to venture someplace that seems unnecessary seen as he's doing fine passing judgment here as it is.. ... But then, with the ability to see anywhere, at any point in time, including the past... he could venture to any point in time where L's name was mentioned..

L had to have at least BEEN named; His birth parents--

--When he was an infant..

--If he could just see then, at that moment...

--There was no way L could be crafty enough to conceal his own identity at such an age. ... And if he could go there as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted, for however long he wanted... ... He could know anything he wanted. Was there any sense in passing something like that up?..