So, anyways, I haven't really worked on this since last year, and I only found this chapter in the deep recesses of my computer. I didn't remember writing it, but okay...just thought I'd post it.

Disclaimer: Me no own Deathnote, DNANGEL or Godchild. Capish?

Chapter 2

"Yoohoo!" Light's mother beckoned, "is your friend over, darling?"

Light cringed inwardly at the impossible chagrin that followed. He bit his lip in restraint.

"Yes, ma'am. Me and Dark are collaborating our efforts together to earn first place in the science fair." Gesturing frantically to Dark behind his mom's back to accept the fabricated story, he continued, "We're exploring the scientific values of oriental beliefs combined with the most technologically advanced procedures."

"Yes," agreed Dark casually, "We're coming quite along with our 'reviving cells' phase. All that's left is to complete the final actions –applying everything. And when we do…" he eyed Mrs. Yagami with a trace of sympathy, "we might make lots of commotion, so…I'm deeply sorry for what may occur…You, Mrs. Yagami, are so under appreciated. I've noted that Light doesn't contribute his fair share of household work. And here we are," he clucked his tongue, "just tactlessly adding more to the problem. Such a fine woman such as yourself shouldn't have to bear such a delinquent for a child, even if he is medically considered a genius."

"Oh, that's quite alright!" squeaked Mrs. Yagami. "I'll be on my way to the market." She hummed pleasedly to herself and left the kitchen.

Making their way to where the supplies were kept, the "Diabolic Duo" entered the garage.

"Smooth talking there." Remarked Light. "You should consider a career in theater. That or one in the host club business."

"Oh, too bad my dignity doesn't allow for such a disgraceful job. I only flatter people to get out of pressing situations." Dark slumped on the wall, lazily watching Light assemble carious items needed for the resurrection. "I'm already employed in the felony 'category' of the market. Besides, theater is way too dramatic." He feigned an impressive sigh.

Hefting two bulging sacks of stuff, Light assembled a mental list, ticking the necessities off in his mind with steady nods of his head. Dark was almost dizzy from watching Light's head. Suddenly, Light's golden hair jarred in the air, and his face contorted into a painful grimace of worry. "Ashes of a noble person! Ashes! Where are the--?"

He finally spotted Dark fingering the fragile package. He let out a sigh of relief and a flicker of irritation crossed his handsome features. "Don't scare me like that."

"Ah, little ole me, scare the great Kira?" Dark asked wickedly, "I don't think so!"

"Hey, from what I said," Light returned to the earlier subject, " we would have at least maintained one iota of the truth We ARE indeed reviving cells. A person's actually…but you know, that's not too important." With that, Light lifted his eyebrow upon retaliation, and returned to labor in his room with all that they needed.

Dark turned back into Daisuke, and walked out.

By the time Dark got back and was able to help Light with the final preparations, he'd already performed the perfunctory charm-desperate-girls drills. "Misa saw me," Dark said simply.

Light's shoulders noticeably slumped. "She was asking around for you." Softer, now. "She wanted to know who to eradicate."

"Right," mumbled light. "Let see. That terrorist guy. The one that's abusing the Americans' dignity. Some random idiot would do just as well…tell her to do him in."

"Can't, Potential Ally," Dark plopped down on a cushion, careful to avoid the bubbling vials spread out everywhere. "'Member?"

Light slapped his forehead in self-annoyance. "Sure, sure. Tell her to do as she pleases. I could care less."

"Uh-uh-uh. She will keep bugging you!" He wagged his fingers.

"Well, because I'm rather sick of your condescending tone, how about you?"

"You can't do that. I've never been really alive in the first place." Gazing amusedly at Light, he continued, " Say, what's wrong, old man? Am I getting the feeling that you are actually a bit worried about Misa?"

The accused colored slightly, and disregarded the snide comment. "Sit here," he commanded Dark, pointing to a spot inside a circle of fine powder. Dipping one finger into it slowly, Dark sniffed and examined the white substance. "Talcum, if I may venture at a guess?"

"No. Silica powder, but close." Light corrected Dark as he refilled the blemished hole where Dark disturbed the flow of pure white on the ground. "Since ground Ivory Tusk doesn't work in Japan due to the proximity of the nearest mountains and the unbearable difference in humidity... Also, the formula was in a western book…Well, in simple words, it just wouldn't function otherwise.

Leaning in to ignite the last few unlit candles, Light illuminated the room dimly.

"We're ready." Light whispered ceremoniously.

Dark swung his head expertly, directing his purple hair away from his face. "How long will it take? Oh, and before, you mentioned something about me able to be linked with the revival and commanding of Cain. What does that mean?"

"That means," Light smirked, shadows lengthening on his face, "That you will be able to hold some power over the behavior of our dear friend. It also means that if this process fails…you'll perish."

Yeah. I have had an eternal writers block on this idea, so suggestions? xD

I'm much more interested in writing my BLEACH fic right now, so this may go on hiatus for a while. Oh well.