So, this chapter's a little more funnier than the other ones...But it gets kind of freaky near the end...You have warned...Enjoy!
Chapter Three: Children
"…And I was, like, so scared, until my darling Light, came to the rescue! He's like totally Superman without the cape-
"Mind I remind you, but I was the one who technically saved you," Ryuzaki interjected.
"You threw a dozen knives at me, Ryuzaki! Technically, ugh, I hate long words…technically you were trying to kill me…Hey…am I too cute for you? I'm too adorable for life, right? Cuz if that's what you think, it's totally okay-
Seriously? Seven could never be twelve. That girl probably had no idea how much a dozen was anyway.
"That never crossed my mind, Misa. Don't worry, I promise Light will always be yours-
"Yay! Aw, you're so sweet, Ryuzaki…!"
Misa gave him a quick tight hug and a tiny kiss on his cheek. Ryuzaki seemed to lighten up but Light on the other hand…let's just say his expression wasn't exactly his name…
"Oh, Light…You're jealous aren't you…? Come on; don't be shy about it…" Ryuzaki taunted.
"Yeah, Light! You know you love me…!" Misa squealed happily.
"I'm not being shy…!" Light said in a defensive voice. Suddenly, he felt vulnerable.
"Well, anyways, is there a bathroom anywhere- no, I don't have to pee, idiots, I have to fix my make-up…I forgot to put my compact mirror in my purse…I know, I'm so stupid, right?"
"You have no idea…"
Misa slapped Ryuzaki across the face. He raised his hand and she cringed on instinct, but Ryuzaki just let it fall to his side, shaking his head.
"Now, I usually go by the rule an eye for an eye, but because you're a woman, I guess I'm going to have to make an exception…"
"That's not fair, Ryuzaki! You just told me a week ago, you'd punch my beautiful face regardless of what gender I was…! Light shot angrily.
"Well, a manly man makes a manly girl, I'm sorry to say…"
Light was about to punch him, but then thought better of it, switching his thoughts to finding a bathroom. Now that Misa mentioned it, he really had to pee. Not that he'd say that. He'd just pretend he wanted to help Misa look her best.
The black haired boy was very quiet, barely uttering a single word. Now that he thought about it, he never introduced himself.
"Hey, what's your name?" Light asked politely. It was just out of curiosity.
"Ma-
"Matsuda, you idiot…!" Light burst out by accident, immediately regretting it.
"Fuck, man, I didn't even have to say my full name and you already think I'm an idiot… Are all Matudas stupid or something?"
"Sorry, I really didn't mean it, it's just, I was reading this book and that was just one of my favourite quotes…"
"Oh. So you didn't actually mean me right?"
"Yeah,"
"Okay, good,"
When they'd went through the trap door, they'd arrived into a normal grocery store, which caused Light and Ryuzaki to burst out laughing, because how scary was a grocery store…? Ryuzaki had immediately went to the sweets section, while Light filled his shopping cart full of chips in all the different flavours he could find except for Salt and Vinegar. He shivered. That flavor was so fail.
Misa and her friend Matsuda raced to the magazine section, both checking the gossip columns and celebrity news and Misa checking the latest makeup products. She rolled her heavily lidded eyes when she saw she'd already bought the newest lipstick and mascara before the ads even popped up. Now what was she supposed to do? Wait until more new products came? But that would take so long…
"Hey, Light. Look at that kid," Ryuzaki smirked, unable to hide his mirth.
Light turned and nearly doubled over, choking with laughter.
There was a super fat kid wearing a big white t-shirt that wasn't doing a good job hiding his hairy stomach and his fingers were like Barney's toes. A peculiar witch's broom was hopping behind him, frantically following him, probably some electronic shit, because Light's eyes never failed him. But the boy had dark circles under his black eyes and regarded everyone with quite a grim expression, which seemed out of place. Weren't fat people always smiling?
"Ryuzaki, that kid-
"He's innocent. He just needs his beauty sleep,"
"He needs beauty, period…As if his beer belly isn't enough…" Light muttered.
"That's not legal-
"Yo, everybody's drinking underage, Ryuzaki…I thought you knew that…Anyways, it is legal to have a beer belly, otherwise 80% of America would be in jail-
"That is highly biased-
"Why the fuck am I arguing this shit with you, Ryuzaki?! That's not what we're supposed to focus on-
"Light, I am tired of arguing with you, that's not what we're supposed to be focused on…!"
Light resisted the urge to rip a sink and hurl it at him. It just wasn't worth it, for the moment.
Ryuzaki stopped to grab some cartons of chocolate pudding to throw in Light's shopping cart. Light muttered sweets made him fat. Ryuzaki countered that chips weren't exactly included in the latest fad diet. Light decided to shut his mouth before he lost his self-control. Chips were awesome. Sweets were for babies. And Ryuzaki.
From across the aisle, Ryuzaki found the orange and apple sweet-cakes that he had always wanted to try but never got the chance because they contained enough sugar to feed an entire third-world country for 3 days straight. It would be like heaven to Ryuzaki. Suddenly he was so happy for Light's hatred for sweets. He was definitely not sharing with anyone.
But when he looked at the boxed cover, he immediately saw something wrong.
The apple was orange.
It was supposed to be red or green, damn it!
People were so stupid these days.
When he looked up, he felt very strange. He was suddenly colorblind to everything except for orange. Ryuzaki felt a quickening in his heart.
Suddenly, he knew something was really wrong.
They were being followed.
"Light, we have to leave,"
"But Ryu-
Immediately, Ryuzaki grabbed Light's wrist, tearing him in and out of different aisles, up and down the express lanes, left to right, everywhere, but there were no exits, nothing at all. They were trapped again, and the tracker was getting close.
Light was panting hard when Ryuzaki had ran them into six circles around the entire store, each time in a different place from where they started before and frankly, Light felt he was in no shape for another. Sure, he was the champion of tennis in high school, and speed was important, but right now all this running felt fucking ridiculous.
"Ryuzaki…What…what is…wrong…?"
"We're being followed,"
"Where's Misa and Matsuda?"
"We have to find them,"
Ryuzaki began rapidly racing again, his hand tightly gripped onto Light's wrist as they zoomed around and finally stopped abruptly at the magazine corner, where Light clumsily bumped face-first Misa, giving her an accidental kiss. It wasn't too bad. She tasted like strawberries. Light liked strawberries.
Misa smiled brightly, hugging Light much tighter and longer than he deemed legal. It wasn't too far away from rape, except his clothes were still on.
"Aw, Light, you're so cute! I love you too! Kiss me again…?"
"No, not right now,"
"Awww…" Misa made big puppy eyes and Light tried his best to ignore them. Unfortunately, she was unbearably cute, even if he wouldn't admit it himself. He was too much of a tough guy to say something like that. It would ruin his reputation.
"Fine,"
Light grabbed her shoulders and pretty much attacked her mouth.
Ryuzaki felt like he was watching inappropriate material, by simply thinking about it.
He never knew Light was such an…animal…
"Wow, Light! So much passion for me! Now I totally understand why I fell for you when I first saw you-
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, now we have to leave,"
"You're so right. We have to spend some time together, alone…" She whispered, batting her lashes flirtatiously.
Light grimaced and grabbed both Misa and Matsuda's wrist, just in the nick of time as Ryuzaki went on a running rampage again. Light had no idea what Ryuzaki was thinking, wouldn't they eventually run out of energy…? Ha, ha. Run out of energy. Light made a pun. He was so cool.
When Ryuzaki finally tired out, Light's throat was drier than the Sahara Desert, Misa looked like she was finally fed up with getting banged by random men (not that Light knew of such behaviour) and Matsuda looked like he was ready to drink any substance that contained water, regardless where it came from. Light shivered. It wasn't the best mental image in the world…
"Why are we running so much?!"
"I hate kids," Ryuzaki said simply.
"I don't give five shits; I only give two! Now why does that matter…?!"
Ryuzaki pointed behind him, finger shaking.
Light turned and almost mentally sacked himself. It wasn't possible to actually do it. He tried once, and ended up cracking his chin when his knee went too far. Now, the stupidity was because of his OCD (his spam box had to be flawless) so he had been consistently deleting the 300 spam mails he received every day thanks to Ryuzaki's one stupid click. Apparently it had been one of those chain mail things that send you those daily extra spams. Light didn't think those kind of things happened anymore, but the world was slowly rotting so what could he say?
Anyway, there was another little kid, smiling innocently at him, laughing cheerfully. Seriously, fuck whoever was planning this. How did they know he had a soft spot for fucking children…?! Did they want him to die…?!
Suddenly that seemed very likely, considering the other rooms also held killers.
Something was happening over and over again.
"Come on, Ryuzaki, what can a kid do to us?" Light chuckled, uneasily.
The child sitting in the shopping cart, still smiling happily and laughing, lifted a gun, pointing it at them like it was a toy.
Suddenly his eyes grew serious, dark with a killer's menace and as he smiled he revealed razor teeth which were covered in thick black liquid that seemed to pour out of his throat and onto the floor, dripping from his open lips.
Light continued laughing, fakely, but really his emotions were failing him. He felt like crying. There was no way to escape the gun. They would all surely die.
Ryuzaki suddenly shot forward and the child shot a bullet, the gun exploding a loud bang, whizzing right past Ryuzaki's left ear. That was a close call. It barely grazed his lobe.
He snatched the gun away from the child and looking at the chid and the gun, switching his glance over and over again he decided to spare him, pocketing the weapon.
The teenagers saw bricks crumbling from the corner of the wall of the store and raced into that tunnel as the child spit black blobs of saliva at them, occasionally hitting part of a shirt sleeve of pant leg and burning a hole through the material.
Damn it. Light thought. That kid had corrosive spit. He didn't need a gun to kill.
The tunnel was dark and smelled of damp soil and urine and Light gave a shout of joy when he found a bathroom. Everyone stared at him funny. Light decided to shut his mouth again.
He quickly went into the bathroom, did his business and ran out without washing his hands; he'd seen a dark shadow in the corner of the room that seemed to be everywhere he turned and he couldn't take it anymore.
Misa had sloppily applied her make-up, smudging her lipstick and eyeliner, complaining that someone strange had been watching her and it was really freaking her out.
The teenagers still felt scared out of their minds that nowhere was safe.
But they were relieved for one thing.
They had a gun.
Finally, they could fight back.
Wow, I really like the way this is going! I'll be sure to update ASAP. See you guys later! ;)