7. Misanthrope

"Hyuk hyuk hyuk hyuk hyuk hyukhyukhyuk!"

"What's so funny, Ryuk?" asked Light as he wrote the names of criminals on the Death Note.

"You, hyuk hyuk!"

Light sighed and put down his pen. The young man raised an eyebrow, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity spreading across his face, and faced the shinigami who was lying down on his bed.

"Uh huh, and why is that?" he asked as he crossed his arms.

The gangly black creature propped himself up with an elbow and looked at his partner. "Well, I just realized something."

Light knew there was a hidden meaning behind the sick, toothy grin Ryuk gave him, but he didn't bother to question him. The shinigami was anything but useful, so he doubted that Ryuk's 'epiphany' was of any consequence. He sighed and was about to continue his daily world cleansing when he heard Ryuk laugh again.

"Hyuk hyuk hyuk, there you go again! Oh Light."

"What is it now?"

"You really don't care at all, do you?"

"If it doesn't serve me any purpose, no I don't."

"I wonder when and how this started. You've changed, Light."

Ryuk was now hovering above the teen, staring at him, analyzing him. Light just stared back, unamused. The shinigami took it as a cue to continue.

"You don't just hate the criminals, Light. You hate people. You think they're weak and utterly hopeless!"

"Your point being?"

"I don't get why you insist on being a god, when you're probably just going to wipe all of your subjects out anyway! Hyuk hyuk hyuk!"

Light didn't answer; he narrowed his eyes slightly and turned back to continue writing on the note. That was fine, Ryuk wasn't expecting him to anyway.