God of Games Chapter 3, a death note fanfic

The darkened streets were barely visible beneath the sparse streetlights, and would have been a lot more unnerving if not for the quiet conversation the woman on my back had struck up with the police respondent. At the present they were debating the most effective method of blanket security in urban neighborhoods, bringing up various social studies and experimental technology reported on in magazines. The entire situation bizarreness was highlighted by the massive amounts of groceries hanging from my person. The cherry on the cake is the occasional pop up informing me of my strength increasing. It should be somewhere in the forties.

"Ah, t-this is it," the lady stuttered. I turned towards the apartment building, a few stories smaller than the surrounding buildings. Next door to an abandoned office building, the apartments seemed warm compared to the neighboring structure, soft light filtering through curtains or open windows. The top floor appeared to have terraces for the higher quality apartments.

"What floor? Door number?" I calmly asked, heading towards the clear door that showed a brightly lit lobby. I found myself faced with the challenge of opening the door without my hands available. I settled on kicking the bar softly and nudging the door open wider with my knee. I send a small smile at the man sitting behind the lobby counter. He stared wide eyed at me, his mouth slightly open in his surprise. I can't seriously look that odd, can I?

"Third floor, door number 304," The lady said, waving teasingly at the ogling lobby man. He didn't stop staring until I rounded the corner, heading for the elevator. I punch the up button with my elbow and waited. It just occured to me that I don't know the name of the person I just gave a piggyback ride to, and she seemed a bit more calm based off of her tone.

"Hey… this may be strange this late in the game, but what's your name?" I asked tentatively. Wait a second… what is my name… You don't have one yet. Gods tend to be fickle when it comes to names, so they come up with a new one every now and then AI pipped up.

"Nagisa Moemao, It's a pleasure stranger," She said, her exhaustion seeping into her tone. Seashore AI chipped in, Her name means seashore. Well, that's a useless bit of info. What will I make my name… I wonder… "Who're you" she slurred before yawning. S**t, gotta think fast.

"Uhhh… Ryuki. Nice to meet ya," I said, saying the first name that came to mind.

『Name chosen: Ryuki』

I waved away the notification, stepping into the small elevator. Dragon rider, really? AI snickered. I can live with that. Maybe 'dragon' will become an option in the summons menu. That would be awesome!

"Ryuki… fits you, after all who better to ride a dragon than one who stands out as much as you do," Nagisa quipped. If nothing else, it's reassuring how relaxed she's become. I absentmindedly left the elevator after it's chime, walking down the hall. Finally, I got to the right door and paused. I can't exactly knock, and kicking the door open isn't even a valid option. Thankfully, Nagisa saw my plight and reached out, ringing the doorbell. Well, I totally missed that.

"NAGIIII," came an inhuman screech, jolting me from my thoughts. "Where have you BEEN!?" the distinctly male voice yelled, closer than before. Not even a second passed and the door was ripped open, a tall, bulky and very concerned man standing in the doorway. "Who the hell is this freak?" He grumbled rudely. Ouch, I can't look that bad, can I?

"Brother~" came Nagisa's amused tone "Ryuki brought me home after an… attempt to assault me on my way home," she cooed. Well I feel just a bit used at the moment. Ouch.

"He looks like another pervert to me," came the resort beneath his breath. Man, this guy is out to get me. It's almost creepy. Nagisa began to climb off of me but remained leaning on me to my right.

"Lets just chat over some tea while we wait for the police," Nagisa said evenly nudging me forward. Her brother scoffed and stepped back inside. I quickly toed my shoes from my feet, bending down to move them from the path of travel and to assist Nagisa with removing her own heels. Her brother glared at me, growling under his breath.

"Pervert didn't even bother to put her clothes back together. He probably enjoyed the feeling of her panties rubbing against him," I heard, growing redder by the sylabil. I just wanted to get her away from the scene where she'd been assaulted moments before at. I kept it to myself whilst trying to will the heat away from my face.

"He's going to explode from embarrassment if you keep that up," Nagisa giggled from my side. She's got that much right, that's for sure. Her grip was tight on my arm, the only indicator of her unease in her cheerful facade.

"Wish he'd do it sooner," came the moody response. Geeze, what did I do? Piss him off by breathing?

"Oh, shut up! Shiro!" Nagisa pouted, glaring at her sibling. After what must have been the world's longest walk to the living room I finally helped Nagisa sit down on the couch, Shiro immediately taking the seat beside her. I roll my eyes, taking the recliner on her other side. We sat in silence, awkwardness bleeding from the entire situation. I wanted to ask about someone taking care of Nagisa's injury, but I decided to not risk incurring any more of her brother's doorbell rang after about ten minutes of this uncomfortable hell.

"Oh thank the heavens," I sighed in relief as Shiro got up, sending one last glare towards me, and went to answer it.

"This way, please be brief. I want that perv in my home as little as possible," He said to the officer at the door.

"H-hai," came the reply, closely followed by a nervous chuckle. The man that followed Shiro into the room was in his twenties, probably fresh from police training. "A pleasure to meet you, I am Matsuda," he greeted.

"Hello," Nagisa and I chorused.

"Let's start with you names," Matsuda said, pulling a pad of paper from his pocket.

"Nagisa Moemao~"

"Ryuki … Kira"

"Ok-ey," Matsuda said as he scribbled down our identities. "Mr. Kira, let's begin with your account."

"I was approaching the sidewalk when I hear the commotion across the street, but I couldn't do anything in my shock" I started, silently commending myself on the fluid lie. "Before I knew it, Ms. Maomao here got away and ran towards me, closely pursued by the lead assailant who rode a motorcycle. I heard a large vehicle approaching yelled a warning. Ms. Moemao was narrowly missed by the truck but her assailant wasn't so lucky."

"What he said, but I might add the man wasn't alone and his entire gang had motorcycles," Nagisa added, picking at one of her fingernails nervously.

"Could you recognise the others is you saw them again?" Matsuda said absentmindedly as he recorded our statements.

"Sure," Nagisa yawned. A glance at the clock told me it was way past midnight and that the morning sun was about to rise upon the horizon. I felt the soft itching in my eyes that indicated my own exhaustion.

"We'll call you at a later date if you'll please supply your cell or home number," Matsuda said. At this, Shiro jumped up and started pushing the poor man back towards the door. He snagged a business card sitting on a desk nearby. Nagisa and I sat in awkward silence as her overprotective brother practically threw the poor officer out the door.

"Yeah, yeah, hear from ya later," He grunted his farewell before returning to the living room with a deranged grin adorning his face. "Your turn, Princely~" He grinded out, his entire being promising pain in my expulsion from the apartment. Said pain apparently being thrown out the window if Shiro's grip on my shirt is anything to go by.

"Hold it! It is four in the morning and you are NOT throwing my knight out the flipping window," Nagisa almost yelled at her brother, wrapping her arms around his waist and hopping on her right foot.

"Yeah, well .. what should he do?" He snorted, 'dropping' me into the wall.

『+ 1 DEF』

"We only have two rooms and he's too exhausted to leave the building," Shiro continued, 'reasoning' to his sister.

"He can have my room," Nagisa stated.

"WHAT!" lookie, there's the inhuman screech from before! "YOU are NOT s-SLEEPING with that pervert!"

"Of course," Nagisa giggled "I'll be in your room!" I have never seen a grown man cry so much over five words before. "Have fun on the couch, a**hole," -and now he's crying from despair. This guy is seriously bipolar…

"Why~" Shiro whined, his high pitch making me wince.

"You bullied my hero," Nagisa pouted.

"I'm sorry!" he wailed "Please don't force me to sleep on the stone seats of hell, I promise I'll be good!"

"Too bad, so sad~" came the sun filled response. " Now treat my foot, I can't believe you've ignored it this long!" and there's the prickly words. You know, I'm starting to see how these two are related.

"If you're really going to let me stay," I chip in, "I should probably wrap your foot and stuff." Shiro immediately fled from the room to get the supplies, not even bothering to mutter anything rude beneath his breath. Seconds later he reappeared in the doorway he'd vanished to and chucked a first aid kit into my face.

"There, NOW FIX HER," yelled before disappearing again. I just sighed and defeat and go to my task. AI, any help? I'm not exactly a medic here. Check for abrasions AI started,the wrap the foot with a steady pressure and ask her if it's too tight. I slipped off her thigh high sock and examined her foot. Nothing stood out so I took out the bandages and started methodically wrapping Nagisa's ankle. I pulled it tightly then gave it a bit of slack, insuring there was no discomfort by the hand that held her steady, waiting for her muscles to sense in protest.

『Skill learned: Bandage』

"That's fine, let's go to bed now, kay~" Nagisa sung pulling me up, "But that was a let down… You weren't the slightest bit turned on by me…" She muttered beneath her breath disappointment evident in her posture.

"Uh… Sorry?" I said, confused by her behavior. Is it impolite to not desire the person you're treating?

"Uwah~ don't worry about it! It's probably just my sleepiness talking," she sang in an extremely childish voice.

"R-right…" I agreed. That settles it: these siblings are nuts. At least I only have to survive a single night in here.

I stumbled along with the injured girl, bordering passing out in my exhaustion. Nagisa stopped, balancing on her own before pushing me into the room on our right.

"Nighty Night, my shining knight," She yawned before closing the door.I listened a second to the uneven shuffle as the young woman walked a bit further and the sound of a door closing. One plop later and I confirmed that the injured girl had made it safely to bed. Time for me to follow her example. I flopped down of the cushiony surface, not even bothering to get ready for bed or to observe my surroundings before passing out.

『Achievement: First Friend』

『1 Champion slot opened!』

⦓Inventory⦔

Items: Granola bar, Physical Interface, Groceries [expandable]

⦓Champions⦔

Slots: 0/1

⦓Summons⦔

None

⦓Attributes⦔

《Light vs Dark》