F-Light
Raito leaned lethargically back into his chair, hands knitted in his soft brown hair and eyes cast down towards the Death Note, reading through the intriguing set of rules scrawled on the inside of the cover.
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Standing outside the door was the winged demon from before, trying valiantly to peer in through the keyhole. Ryuk saw no reason to tread into the teenager's room; he was reading, after all. He stuck his long index finger into the keyhole, jigging it like one would do with a key. Amused with his own antics, his mouth cracked into the same sickly grin from before – he figured he ought to smile a little more, like, make the world a better place.
He knew Raito's father by sight – a policeman, some sort of authority figure for justice. The details eluded him, but he knew that Raito was the brightest kid they had. Ryuk scratched his head absentmindedly. Maybe he should head in.
Not wanting to come off as rude, he disappeared from the hallway and reappeared on the telegraph wiring just before Raito's room. Ryuk's face was completely immersed in the boy's actions – but he was also slightly impatient. What was so hard to figure out? It was just … English. A genius like Yagami Raito wouldn't have any problem.
"What a pain," remarked the winged creature, gesturing his hands in a perfect mimic of Raito, right down to the facial expression and voice.
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Ryuk's assumption that it wouldn't take Light long to read the rules through was fairly accurate. Perhaps he hadn't read them as quickly as a native speaker of the English language would have but he had read them. And it made him scoff. This was truly an elaborate joke on the part of some strange and twisted individual. To think people would make gags like this was truly remarkable.
He leaned back once more, the keening creak of the chair under the stress of such action ripping through the air. Really, this old thing needed to be oiled. No matter. Raito was more occupied with deciding what to do with such a ridiculous book. While it was true-he was curious-he wouldn't be coaxed into being made the fool.
After a second or two deliberation he leaned forward and took the sleek black notebook. With some amount of ease, he slid it into the top drawer of his desk and shut it up there. There was a saying that went thus so:
Out of sight; out of mind.
And in this case, Raito was willing to test such a theory for its accuracy. Once sure the notebook was secured in its safe spot, he stood and lolled his head around on his shoulders, working out any kinks or dull aches. It was getting late and he had school come morning. The light dimmed before completely being shut off and he fell back with a feathery flump onto his firm mattress without bothering to change out of his clothes.
For a minute or two, caramel eyes stared up at the ceiling, cast pale blue by the light of the light pole outside. The notebook dredged up to the forefront of his mind but he stubbornly shoved it back out again. Such a outlandish thing couldn't truly exist. It went against all logic. A mere book wasn't capable of causing heart attacks at a simple whim.
And this talk of Shinigami… it was absurd. Shinigami were the talk of fantasy and fable. Of mythology. Of a science that couldn't be proven true.
"It's truly stupid,"the teen said before a yawn crumpled and crinkled his features. He slowly rolled over onto his side and it was with a last decisive and murmured, "Impossible." He slid into the only realm where such unfeasible things could happen.
It was due to his own logical and self blinding mind that he missed the shadow that crept eerily in the corner of the room…
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Three days had passed and the theory had been proven quite accurate. Since that day when Raito had slid the notebook out of his sight, he hadn't gazed nor thought about it again. He was too busy acing exams and being the top of his class to care about a little black book that told lies.
Though… there was a shadow that he kept seeing just out of the corner of his eye. As soon as he looked at it though, it would be gone. Also, he was sure he could hear the flutter of wings every now and again but chalked it up to fatigue from his all night study habits.
Lately he had been extremely tired… maybe he'd go to bed early tonight…
That night, Raito slept soundly.
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He wasn't used to be thief-like, damn it. Frowning at himself, Ryuk gently passed through the opened window to stand before the study table. His shadow slid across the whole length of the room, framing what little space it had with darkness. Long fingers whipping into motion, he swiftly re-obtained his book, hooking it unto his belt once again. If Raito wasn't going to use the Death Note, then so be it – he will find his amusement elsewhere.
The Shinigami stifled a yawn. And to think that he was waiting for the student to make a move on his treasured notebook! Thinking of it, Ryuk couldn't help but feel a little cheated; he would need to be more careful … well, alert not, since the word 'careful' didn't really exist in his mind's dictionary.
Retreating out of the window, he materialized his long wings. In one huge beat, he soared into the cool night air, eyes briefly skimming across the city skyline. Ryuk pirouetted in mid-air for the heck of it, and blitzed off into the horizon. Humming to himself, the winged creature spoke.
"Ladies and gentlemen, next stop on the Boeing Ryuk-375 – Winchester, England!"
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Tapir: I enjoyed writing this chapter. ^^
Otter: ^^ I'm happy you did my trunked pal. This chapter took a little effort on my part to get started but dear Tapir didn't seem to have much trouble. She gets to start the next chapter though. :3 Hopefully there will be some work for me somewhere.
Also, I'd like to thank misswarchan for being our first reviewer. J We were excited(or at least I was; I think Tapir was afraid it was a critique or a flame. XD) to find out our Prologue, Little Black Book, got someone's attention. Please continue to read us. *bows*
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