Angela: I fear Compy has died recently. ;; It's all very saddening. Death by pot roast and what not.
ComputerFreak101:-eaten by her pot roast-
ShaCha: To our mad Compy, a dear friend
We'll raise up a toast
She went quite right the bend
Then got ate by her roast.
Lerena: xDD
Yet more fanart, this time from Arnold the PygmyPuff: http: / /akanikoto(dot)deviantart(dot)com / art / Why-96954257
Baby pig clutched under one arm in a way that most western cultures would deem child abuse if the oink-ling were actually human, Light stormed from the kitchen, following the only simple instructions he'd received all day in whatever madhouse he was stuck in. It was quite galling they'd come from Ryuuku of all peo-shini-feli-things, and Light was in a distinctive huff as he went left as bid. (It was almost a pity he was still in trousers at that point; had he had his dress on he would've done his sulk-stalk with much more of a flounce.)
Left, left, left - Light kept going left, although logic would hold that if you kept going left long enough you would've went in a circle. Due to the somewhat contrary nature of the place he was in, Light's feet informed him he'd just went in a dodecahedron, but when he got back to his point of origin there was a giant almighty door just sitting in the middle of nowhere looking too innocent for its own good.
Light, tempering the sudden rage against the inanimate object - and really, that day it was becoming quite a habit for him (why on earth was the door that rude that it made him walk all the way around the dodecahedron before showing up? It was really quite rude) - decided instead of kicking the wood down he'd just go through it. So he did, and the little spectacles-bedecked pig underarm expressed oinky agreement in the higher moral ground against not reducing a certain barrier placed behind them now into a pile of charred toothpicks.
Through the door was a garden. Green, lush, bordered by those irritating little picture-perfect hedges that you cut into weird shapes for 'decorative purposes'. Pathways ran here and there, spilling in and out of emerald arches, and Light took one look at the tranquil scene before promptly turning about-face to try and claw his way back to Ryuuku.
The door was gone.
Nothing but an almighty rose bush met Light's horrified eyes, a bush full of stinky white roses that matched all the other sickeningly feminine flowers choking the garden. Seriously, the place reeked of flowers.
Light turned in a slow circle, looking for another door. Dear god he wanted another door!
Instead, he spotted B and Mello (hadn't he left them behind ages ago?) painting the white roses on a bush to his left.
He had to admit he was curious and, setting the pig down, started over to see why they were painting roses of all things.
"B and you're Mello, right? What the hell are you doing?"
"Painting the roses red."
"...Why? They're white roses-"
"No, no. They're red. Red roses, that's what the Queen asked for. So they're not white, you see."
"But they are white."
B frowned at him. "We're painting the roses red, Light-kun. These are red roses."
"Paint or no paint, they're still white!"
B turned back to the roses, and Mello turned to Light. Then promptly swiped a paint-laden brush across his face. "The roses are red! Not blue or green or aquamarine. Red roses for the Queen."
Light sputtered, hands flying to his now paint covered face. "Don't paint my face!"
"Not your face, Light-kun. Roses."
Wiping his face on his sleeve, Light scowled. "They're still white."
Mello brandished the paintbrush again and Light hastily stepped back in time to hear "Make way for the Queen!" as Misa arrived.
She stalked imperiously over to Mello and B to observe the roses. "Excuse me? Why aren't all these roses red?"
"Well, the thing is, my Queen, we have to paint them," said Mello.
The queen stared with barely concealed rage. "I sentence you both to a beheading!"she said loudly. "Oh, hello there Light-kun!"
"Uh, hi Misa," said Light.
"You should witness Mello's and B's beheading," she insisted.
Well, I have do nothing better to do," Light muttered.
"Then it's a date!"
"What? Have mercy, my Queen. We're trying very hard to change these roses to red!" B interrupted.
"Not hard enough, I'm afraid!" Misa replied harshly. "You're both being beheaded and that's that!"
"Why are you going to behead them for planting the wrong roses anyway?" asked Light.
"It's simple Light-kun. I plainly asked them to plant red roses, not white roses. They don't listen, so of course their heads shall roll."
She was going to behead someone…for not painting the roses red. For not painting white roses red.
It was disturbing, it was crazy, and so very, very Misa.
Still though…He glanced at Mello, who was white and shaking (with rage) and B, who was whimpering about all the eyeballs he'd never get to eat, and decided that - just this once - Misa's judgment was the right one. He tried to look sympathetic when Mello glared at him. It didn't work.
"Come, Light!" cried Misa imperiously, the royal and haughty tone ruined by her childish actions of grabbing Lights arm and tugging him after her, smothering giggles. "You can't miss your own date!"
"Wouldn't dream of it," he muttered, watching as two guards grabbed (the now screaming and swearing) Mello and (the still depressed) B. "Um, Misa, what're you--"
"I hope you like croquet, Light!"
"I--what?"
"Croquet! A lovely game of croquet after a beheading, isn't it romantic?"
"Croquet? Misa, you--"
"Jack!"
"Do you even know how--"
"Bring the scythes!"
"Scythes?"
Misa ignored Light's somewhat incredulous yell - and it wasn't a girly shriek, oh no, because Light simply did not do girly (discounting of course his flamboyant taste in clothes, and various appendages that appeared and disappeared on his chest with a whim entirely of their own) -, all but skipping along, her arm linked with her 'boyfriend's'.
"What do we need scythes for?"
"Why, to play croquet of course." Misa blinked her blue eyes - an act Light supposed was meant to make her look coy but really only gave her a somewhat confused air. "Has Light never played croquet before? Misa-Misa would be glad to give him private lessons!"
"That's alright Misa, I -"
"Does Light not want to play croquet with Misa-Misa?" The blonde looked forlorn, and the pause was long enough for Light to hear B and Mello squalling in the background as they were dragged away by guards ("Not my hair, damn it! Stop pulling my hair!" "Well if you didn't have such girly hair -" "I do not have girly hair!" "...Do they have eyeballs in prison?" "Er -")
"...I'll play." It wasn't as if Light had anything better to do.
"Yay!" Misa let out one of those happy squeals her companion oh-so-detested before dragging the poor gender-confused male off with even faster speed. "Light can help me choose my dress!"
Light shook his head. "Dress? You never said anything about -"
"Misa-Misa has to look good for Light! Misa needs to wear her croquet dress!"
"...You have a dress for croquet?"
A fervent nod from Misa. "It has hearts on it!"
Very slowly, Light raked a glance across the clothes the woman beside him was wearing, amber eyes taking in the Lolita red and black, netting, velvet and lace with little sparkly silver chains looped here and there for good measure. Misa had hearts on her tiara, hearts on her skirt, hearts on the tight bodice she wore around her chest. "...Right."
Misa beamed, missing the 'well, no' sarcasm in Light's words. "Would Light like to borrow a dress as well?"
"I wou-what?" He stared at her for a few seconds. "No. No, I do not want a dress. Why would you even ask that?"
"Well, since Light has breasts..."
Light looked down at his chest and the awful reminder of the fact that he did indeed have breasts. They seemed to disappear and reappear at will much to his dismay. "Well, Misa, I didn't put them there." he replied. "They came here on their ow-"
"Oh, Light, playing croquet with you shall be very fun." Misa interrupted dreamily. "Now, what were you saying?"
"Never mind," Light muttered.
Misa waved a hand, and turned to the Jack, who had come running, his mouth full of scythes. Light stared at the pig he'd set down before for a moment, before turning to Misa.
"The Jack is a pig?" he asked, disbelieving.
"Of course Light-kun!"
"Why?"
"Why not?"
"I-You know what? Never mind. Let's just play."
"Yay!" Misa grabbed what was noticeably her scythe from the pig-Jack - its elaborate golden sparkles could be stood by no-one else, and really, no self-respecting male wanted a golden scythe wrapped with red roses and most females would probably baulk at it too -, shoving another battered-looking old thing at Light.
"Hey, watch it!"
"Light-kun?" A confused bat of the mascara-ed lashes.
"This thing's sharp - you could have taken my head off throwing it at me like that!" And Light really didn't fancy a close trim anytime soon, thank you very much. His luscious locks were quite happy right where they were.
"Oh," Misa breathed, expression suddenly becoming starry-eyed. "That would be wonderful." (Light began edging away from her, his own face somewhat disturbed.) "Then Misa could keep part of her Light beside her at all times, and she could stare into Light's eyes all day -"
Light edged away so far he collided with a wall of guards, the men glaring at him, clearly insulted he was trying to do the proverbial runner from their beloved Queen.
"Misa," finding there was nowhere he could run to, Light tried to appeal to the other's logic. "If you had my head I'd be dead."
"...Oh." Another blink. (The action was beginning to get irritating.) "Misa-Misa wouldn't want that." Her 'boyfriend' breathed a sigh of relief. "Can we play croquet now?" While they'd been talking servants had been setting up a massive green before them, driving little hoops into the ground. "We have everything but the ball - BRING OUT THE BALL!" The woman's voice slid to a sudden screech - Light winced.
From nowhere more servants appeared - really, they were like ants -, carrying a clearly struggling, squirming little squeaky thing about five inches high. This they brought to Misa for inspection and Light, curious, ogled it too.
It...well, it was rather ugly. Skinny, with a weird rounded head and what looked like a minute beak, dressed in tattered rags.
'What is that?' Light found himself staring. If he didn't know any better, he could swear that was a shini-
"Sidoh," Misa was scolding the struggling pipsqueak, "if you don't behave I shall have to have your head cut off. You wouldn't like that, would you?" A furious shaking of the squeaky thing's head. "Thought not. Do you promise to behave?" Fervent nodding. "Good." The squeaky thing was placed on the ground, where it promptly rolled up into a ball. Misa smiled dazzlingly at Light. "Let's play!"
Light, knowing the basic concept of croquet but having never played it, stepped back. "Ladies first," he said with an awkward bow. The Queen of Hearts squealed and rushed over to Sidoh, her scythe raised high. Light backed away, not wanting another close call with the golden blade. Misa brought the scythe down and wiggled it a bit, bent over dramatically with her butt swishing in the air, looking like a very overdramatic golfer. Light resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He couldn't help but wince, however, when Misa abruptly swung the scythe high and smashed it against Sidoh, sending him flying through the air with a pained squeal across the green. Arches jumped out of the ground, bending and twisting and jumping so that Sidoh flew through every one of them, before smashing into a nearby tree and curling up into a whimpering ball on the ground.
Light could only stare as the crowd cheered, and Misa curtsied and waved and hugged her scythe, oblivious (or ignoring) the blatant cheating that had just happened. Misa turned to Light, all smiles. "Your turn, Light-kun! SIDOH!" Squeaking, the wretched ball flew back to Light and Misa, curling back into a shaking ball at Light's feet. Sighing, Light lined up his scythe next to Sidoh, praying he didn't accidentally slice off his legs in the process. Ignoring Misa's cheers and Sidoh's whimpers, Light drew the scythe back and hit Sidoh, this time with considerably less force. The ball flew forward anyway, and the arches bent and twisted and jumped out of the way, so Sidoh missed every one before, once again, slamming into the same tree, a red rose falling to the ground from the impact. Light gaped as the crowd laughed and Misa tut-tutted sympathetically through a very triumphant grin.
"Misa's turn, Misa's turn!" The girl ran forward as Sidoh limped back, returned to her overly exaggerated golfer pose. But this time, her butt wasn't the only thing facing Light.
"Hello Light!" crowed Ryuuku. "I'm surprised, I thought you were only of those brainy, athletic types." Light, for the hundredth time since arriving in this world, stared as Ryuuku sat on Misa's butt, grinning up at him. This time, though, the Shinigami was really a cat, all black fur with blue stripes, his chains and belt still attached to his body, and the Death Note swung from his tail. Cat Ryuuku grinned wider at Light's horrified shock, and ruffled his, now furry, wings. "Whaddya think? I just got groomed."
"…You have got to be the ugliest thing I have ever seen," said Light truthfully.
"Beg your pardon, Light-chan?"
The dress was back.
Light twitched. "I said you're the ugliest thing I have ever seen!"
"What!" Light froze as Misa whirled around, glaring at him. "What did you just say?!"
"I--I wasn't talking to you! I was talking to Ryuuku!"
"Who?"
"The Shiniga--the cat--the thing on your--" But Ryuuku vanished as Misa whirled around, looking for him. The Shinigami appeared on her head, cackling. "Oooh, she's angry. This is so much fun, Light." Ryuuku grinned as Misa resumed glaring at Light. "I bet we could make her really angry."
"No, don't!"
"Don't what, Light-kun?" snapped Misa.
"Not you, Ryuu--"
But the cat disappeared, this time down Misa's dress. The Queen shrieked as Ryuuku moved about inside her bodice, jumping up and down and flailing, her face turning bright red as Light and her servants could only stare in horror as Ryuuku zigged and zagged his way down her dress, finally bursting out the front to grab the ends of her dress and fly upwards, bringing Misa's skirts all the way over her head to reveal a lacy thong with hearts all over it. Light averted his gaze in favor to death glare Ryuuku as he soared away, barely keeping afloat with all his laughter. Light was about to scream at the demon when Misa cut him off.
"Off with his head!" she screeched, pointing at Light.
"What?!" was all Light could get out before the guards seized him. "Misa, I didn't do this!"
"You humiliated me, Light! You called me ugly! And worst of all, you made me lose the game!"
"That's all you care about?"
"I thought you loved me!"
"Misa, listen--"
"Your Majesty." The pig-Jack-now-turned-human appeared by Misa's side, smoothing out her dress and speaking with deliberate calmness. "My Queen, before we cut off his head, don't you think he deserves a trial?"
"Trial? To hell with a trial! Off with his head! Those are my orders!"
"But your Majesty, everyone's entitled to a fair trial. Please, just a small one? Just so you can say you gave your beloved Light a chance to live?"
Misa paused and seemed to think it over, while Light was torn between nodding fervently and hugging the pig-man to death.
"…Fine. Light-kun, I'm taking you to court!"
Enjoy. :D