Disclaimer: If I owned DN Raito would have ruled all of mankind and revolutionized the world into a glorious mass of morally whipped men and women-but I don't…; ;
Warnings: Violence & death, minor sexual themes, strong language, apple being used like drugs, bad writing, insanity, horrible sense of humor-and alot more but you get the idea
Memoirs of a Fake God
Part Three
Raito stared long and hard, as if his mere will alone could make the horrid thing clinging onto his body simply vanish.
("I don't think you'd really want to be left even more…exposed then you are…not that I'm complaining.")
Startled, Raito looked left and right only to be puzzled when he didn't find anyone.
("Ehem, up here.") The androgynous voice said, obviously amused by Raito's confusion. ("It is I, God.")
"Wha-" Raito snapped his head up with wide eyes, spotting a blurry white vortex the size of a minivan hanging over his head.
"…God?" Raito parroted, his face draining of emotion, the vortex shifting in midair as if giving a nod in return.
("Yes, God.") God replied slowly, as if talking to a dull headed child. ("Did you forget about me already? You wound me so!") The vortex visibly dulled to a shade of grey and God's voice wavered as if hurt by the mortal's insensitive action. Raito would've had the decency to apologize if not for his sharp hearing detecting the sound of suppressed laughter despite God's effort in masking it.
"God." Raito repeated again as if saying a curse, his eyes slowly narrowing and a sneer stretching over his lips.
("Mhmm.")
"God!" Raito roared, his face red and body shaking in fury.
("That's what many mortals yell, though with more passion-here like this, 'Oh god yes!'")
Raito seemed to falter for a second before giving the vortex a nasty snarl.
"You-you bastard, what in hells name is this!" yelled Raito, his hand frantically gesturing to his body.
("I believe it is called clothing.") God drawled, snorting when Raito looked outraged by his answer.
"This-this thing couldn't even be considered clothing! It's a sheet of fabric its-its-"
("It's a very stylish body suit?") God offered to the conflicted mortal.
"No! It doesn't even cover my thighs!-I looked like a bondage slave!"
God tsk'd in a chiding manner.
("That's not a very nice thing to say~ I think you look nice; in fact, it enhances your feminine body!") Chirped God, who sounded positively ecstatic. The ray of light bursting from within the vortex practically blinding the brunette yet again.
"I don't care what you think! Change me now!" Commanded Raito, who sadly didn't strike as a very intimidating figure at the moment and when God's words finally registered in his mind, Raito gawked.
"…Did you just call me girly?"
("Gee, I see being sent to Mu certainly did wonders for your personality.") God mused aloud, words dripping with sarcasm and completely dodging the question. ("But enough dawdling, my work here is done and I have business to attend to elsewhere-oh and by the way, I'm totally digging your wings-they go well with your bondage suit!")
"My what?-" Twisting his torso, Raito was shocked to see a pair of wings connected to his shoulder blades, the white feathers fluffing ridiculously as if sensing Raito's distress. "What the fuck…"
("Toodaloo~") God sang, pulling Raito out of his dazed like state. ("And I expect you to work hard in Rem's place~!")
"Hey wait-" Raito exclaimed, turning back to God once more only to find himself face to face with a rapidly shrinking vortex that blinked out of existence.
….
…
..
That bastard gave Raito the slip!
"…God…-" Raito began saying with a dead calm voice that slowly rose in pitch, his body shaking and eyes blazing like molten lava. "If you are listening-and I know you undoubtedly are-"A random wind blew the fabric-Raito refused to call it a half skirt-exposing more of his legs, which Raito viciously slapped back down. "-I swear I will make you regret this God, or my name isn't Yagami Raito!" The brunette shouted, shaking a closed fist in the air.
"But your name isn't Yagami Raito." Someone croaked out from behind him.
Raito turned around sharply, striking an accusing finger towards the familiar shinigami infront of him.
"Ryuk!"
"Hyuk Hyuk, miss me? Wait hold that thought cus I got lots to tell you...Hey what are you doing with that sharp looking rock...wha-can we talk about this please?" The shinigami pleaded, pulling his hands up in a placating manner. Ryuk's eyes bulged out even more from their sockets and sweat coated his face when Raito showed no signs of halting.
Raito lunged
Takashi wasn't stupid but he certainly wasn't considered the brightest in the crayon box either.
Takashi admitted however that years of very little human contact had turned him into a certified social idiot.
"Noriko-chan! They killed Noriko-chan and now she's dead" Chisuka cried out mournfully, not even caring for the dirty ground as she kneeled down to gather 'Noriko-chan's' head and body.
"Chisuka, Noriko-chan can't be dead if she wasn't alive in the first place-" Takashi winced when even more fat tears streamed down his sister's flushed cheeks, smooth Takashi real smooth. "Uh, that came out wrong, what I meant to say is that we can easily replace Noriko-chan-" From the scandalous look appearing on Chisuka's face, that had also been the wrong thing to say. "Umm…" Takashi trailed off lamely and just stood there in front of his weeping sister, wanting to pull Chisuka into a comforting hug but was too aware of the consequences it might lead to.
"May I see Noriko-chan?" A person asked gently from behind the two siblings, Takashi immediately turning towards the stranger while taking on a slightly defensive posture infront of his sister, as if half expecting the other to take the doll by force.
"W-What are you going to do with her mister?" Chisuka tearfully questioned, surprising Takashi when his little sister addressed the boy as mister.
"I'm going to fix her up." The boy replied, using one of his hands to tuck a stray brown lock behind his ears while the other clutched the arm of what Takeshi assumed to be his own doll.
A very horribly stitched and manhandled one that looked to be a cross between a bat and a fish Takeshi noted with disgust.
Another sicko trying to hurt Chisuka
"Quit spilling lies to my sister and scram before I rip you a new one!" Takeshi said venomously, slowly advancing on the other boy with fists drawn.
"Takeshi, stop!" Chisuka cried and swiftly blocked her brother's path, her arms cradling Noriko-chan tightly to her chest. "I want mister to help her!"
"You want him to help her? Chisuka-don't you see he's only going to make Noriko worser!" Takashi exclaimed with furrowed eyebrows, his left hand pointing accusingly towards the other boy's mangled doll.
To make you more miserable, to make you cry! Just like everyone
"He won't!" Chisuka said stubbornly, her teary gaze almost cowing Takeshi's rising rage.
Almost
Grabbing ahold of his sister's arm, Takeshi pulled her beside him and began speaking again. "How do you know that Chisuka? You don't even know him!-" Takeshi snapped his angry eyes towards the other boy, feeling betrayed that his sister was taking the stranger's side over her own brother. "He's going to take Noriko and never give her back-he's going to take her head and swap it with a slobbering dogs head! He's-"
"I won't." The other child said, cutting Takeshi off in the middle of his rant. The boy looked pointedly at Chisuka who was staring at her older brother with horrified eyes, fresh tears spilling to the ground, the area Takashi still held slowly bruising from his grip and upon noticing this Takeshi immediately felt heart wrenching guilt for being the reason for causing them.
"I promise that I'm just going to fix her, trust me." The child continued, his brown eyes-so similar to Chisuka's own, yet so very strikingly different-trained onto Takeshi's emerald green.
Those warm brown eyes bled red for a brief moment and unknowingly took Takeshi's breath away.
"How...how can we know…?" Something in the brunette's eyes-his voice made Takeshi want to obey and with a jolt Takeshi realized that the other boy reminded him of his father.
"All I have of worth is my word of honor, which I'm giving to you." The boy replied patiently as if it explained everything and perhaps it did. "Trust me." The boy said, holding out a single unblemished hand, his cherubic face glowing due the setting sun.
Takeshi didn't trust anyone, not his vile despicable mother or his hyprocrite father, not his grandfather and years of breaking things one after another-Takeshi has come to find that he didn't trust himself either
And he most definitely didn't trust in complete stranger that's for sure
Takeshi let go of his sister's arm and watched her scurry towards the other boy, noticing how he pulled out a checkered patterned handkerchief and was lightly brushing away any stray tears from Chisuka's face.
"What's your name?" Takeshi asked, slowly making his way next to Chisuka's side, the left over adrenaline that hadnt flushed out of system making his hands tremble slightly-which he promptly stuffed in his jean pocket, out of sight out of mind.
"My name is Raito, it's a pleasure meeting you Morita-san." Raito replied back pleasantly, the handkerchief disappearing within the folds of his red jacket.
Confused, Takeshi wondered when he had told the brunette his last name and Raito, as if reading Takeshi's thoughts simply gave a small secretive smile.
Takeshi didn't trust anyone, especially strangers, but he'll give Raito the benefit of the doubt
Raito knew he won the battle of wills the moment Takeshi let go of Chisuka's arm.
Takeshi, the monstrous and frighteningly intense boy was very possessive over his sister, the mere fact that he even allowed Raito to touch Chisuka was a sign of acceptance if not a grudging one.
'Everything is going smoothly so far.' Raito thought as he tugged at the concealed zipper on Ryuk's torso, the inside revealing to be water proof and containing two objects.
/"Guh…What happ'n?"/
Oh look at that, Ryuk is finally awake…
Hahh what a shame, he was beginning to enjoy the peace and quiet…
Ignoring Ryuk's squawks of discomfort, Raito quickly snatched the blue container from inside the plush and tugged the zipper back into its original place, not even making an effort at silencing the shinigami.
It's not like anyone but himself can hear Ryuk anyhow
Slinging Ryuk carelessly over his shoulder - /"Yo, becareful there!"/-and taking a seat on a nearby bench. Raito opened the small container pulling out a needle and a thread spool from inside, expertly guiding the black thread into the eye. Setting it between his small index finger and thumb, Raito took the offered cabbage patch doll and positioned its ripped body back into place, then ever so carefully…
Ryuk upon noticing this from over Raito's shoulder started to snicker uncontrollably while chanting how Raito was and I quote "oh so skilled in the feminine arts."
'Ryuk will pay in stuffing and tears for saying that' Raito thought ominously.
TBC
