Note: So I started this chapter so many times, never finding a plot which satisfies me. But finally, i landed on one which involves a lot of different characters! Sorry it took so long, my previous laptop broke on me *cries* Everything I had on it is gone but I'm trying to be positive. Fresh new start for the oncoming new year.
Happy belated Halloween :D Hope you enjoy this update.
Warning: swearing.
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Fact of the Day: Hidan can't handle emotional girls
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Somewhere on Earth #43…
"Would you look at this!" Kiba strides through the Hokage's door, waving his report in the air victoriously. "Look at this!"
"Err, what?" Said Naruto, peering up from his desk load of work.
"I finished my report!"
Naruto squints.
"Seriously?"
"Bet your small hairy ass I did."
"My ass is neither small, nor hairy, Kiba."
"You can't lie about these things, Naruto," Kiba says meaningfully, "You can't lie to my nose."
He coughs, "Lets not talk about my ass, Kiba. I'm Hokage now, I have a reputation to uphold and if people find out I discuss such juvenile matters I'll be ruined. Dattebayo!"
"Uh huh," Kiba nods, "So it wasn't you i saw yesterday sticking dung paper bombs into newbie ANBU recruit lockers, huh?"
"You can't prove that. And besides, they weren't dung bombs. They were paint bombs. Completely different things. "
Kiba leers at his Hokage, tapping his nose. "You can't lie to my sniffer, Naruto. They smelled like shit."
"Eeh," Naruto scratches the back of his head, chuckling. "Don't tell Hinata."
"Like Hell I'd tell her, she'll hand me my ass for not doing anything to save the newbies."
Naruto squints again, "What's with you and the word 'ass' today?"
Shrugging, Kiba hands his boss the report he came to give. "Don't know. I think it's because I came back from tracking some assholes by their underwear."
Naruto grimaces.
Kiba grimaces back.
Twenty seconds into the report Naruto notices Kiba hasn't left.
"Anything else I can do for you, Kiba?"
His friend's easy going atmosphere turns serious. "Actually, I was wondering if I could do anything for you."
He freezes for a second before laughing.
It didn't sound right.
Sadly, Kiba began to understand why Shikamaru pulled him aside the minute he passed through Konoha's gate. Asking him to check in on Naruto since tomorrow would be…
His heart clenches.
"Shikamaru put you up to this, didn't he?"
"Nothing get's by you anymore, does it."
"I can't let it." Naruto turns to stare up at Kiba, but the man got the feeling he wasn't looking at him. Not really. "Last time I let something - someone, get by me, he ended up dead."
"You were a kid, Naruto. You couldn't have done anything. Nobody could have. Sasuke was hell-bent on fighting Madara - you know how he was. Stubborn as an old goat."
The Hokage huffed, returning to the report. "You can leave now, Kiba. I don't need a shoulder to cry on."
"I'm not asking for you to tell me your woes, Naruto. I'm asking if there's anything I can do to make you feel better. Have a spar, get you ramen, anything." He plants his palms firmly on the end of the desk, leaning in, making sure his gaze penetrates the blonde man. "I'm your friend, tell me how I can help."
Silence.
Naruto looks up slowly. "Tomorrow's his birthday."
And the way he says it, with eyes like dark wells - hurts Kiba. It always does. Every year. Kiba hates it. He hates how Sasuke, even in death, can cause Naruto such emotional torment.
Planting a careful hand on Naruto's haunched shoulder, he sighs. "I know man, I know."
And Kiba hates how it hurts him too. He barely even liked the guy - but in the end…Sasuke pulled through. Risked his life just like the rest of them in trying to stop the war. Fighting besides them and saving their asses more times than he'd like to count.
Kiba can't ignore that.
Naruto scrubs a hand over his face, "I wish I could just get over it already. It's been eight years. I'm Hokage - "
"He was your friend." Kiba cuts in sharply. "It was war. People died. A lot of people. We're all still healing despite our happy appearances. Naruto," he moves his hand to cup the back of the man's neck, making his leader pay attention to what he was saying. "Just because you're Hokage doesn't exclude you from being human. Sasuke was important to you, it's alright to still be affected by his death. Especially this week."
"…Thank's, Kiba,"
"Anytime, man."
Gaze spacey, Naruto smiles, "Hey, you think Sasuke's alright wherever he is?"
Holding back a relieved sigh, Kiba releases his leader and puts on a nonchalant air. "Honestly man, I think Sasuke's brooding like a prissy little bitch. Probably wholly unimpressed with whatever place he's in. "
"Kiba!"
. . .
Back on Earth #67…
Sasuke stands in line for coffee, pondering things.
He had just spent a full half-hour forging documents to make Light's 'Mystery Club' the real deal. During that half-hour, he had come to terms with this bullshit of a situation he's found himself in. For instance, being on L's radar - that freaky looking imp with smudged eyeshadow - and dealing with Light's inclination to misunderstandings/bad luck/mass murder/blaming everything on him.
A very vindictive part of him wanted to not deal with Light's general person and chop his head off already. This mission was overstaying its welcome in his life (hah) and Sasuke was certain if Light doesn't join the taskforce like he's been planning to he'll do something drastic to get the ball rolling.
Sasuke tries to ignore that part. Because that's the part which made him join Orochimaru and look how awesome that ended.
He does wonder though, partly out of curiosity and partly because he's bored, whether the Mystery Club will actually become a thing. Will he actually have to do forensics? Will he actually have to bullshit his way through an investigation on Kira?
He wonders if Light feels a bit awkward investigating himself.
He wonders how many insults he could make towards Kira during the 'investigation' before Light decks him in the face. The thought makes Sasuke's lips twitch.
The little imp can try.
…He wonders if L will join the Mystery Club.
He has an inkling that the panda just might.
"Bwugh," Sasuke groans, lolling his head back to stare at the ceiling. A weird coffee-bean cartoon smiles at him.
He scowls in confusion.
"Next!" barks a worn looking woman working as cashier. Sasuke strides up and confidently orders his beverage.
. . .
"There's a sixty-five percent chance you made up the Mystery Club to get out of joining the tennis team," L drops into the seat besides Light in the library, voice hushed as to not draw any attention from the soft chatter around them.
Light forces down the instinct to scream 'fuck off' because he was in a highly irritable mood. Sasuke had up and vanished in a puff of smoke not soon after Ayame left to hunt after the 'Tina bitch', leaving Light stranded in the Library. He only had one class today, and he was hoping to have spent the afternoon writing names in the Death Note after a quick trip to the mall (his plan was to leech off of Sasuke to buy a new laptop and wireless internet - both needed for school and news reports about criminals).
Thanks to a hapless-ridden Shinigami, his hopes were dashed.
Sasuke is nowhere to be seen, and Light doesn't have a clue as to the location of his apartment. So he's stuck in the library, being interrogated by L.
He forces down the brief spill of self-pity, and focuses on L. An opportunity to talk about the Taskforce and whether or not Light is still invited to join.
"Oh?" Light gives an amused grin, head resting on hand and giving the detective his full attention.
"Hmm," L nods seriously, thumb rubbing on his lower lip, "I can't say for certain whether the Club a lie or not. You do have a history of getting involved with police cases and solving them yourself. From what your father tells me, you have a hero-complex the size of Mars. Impressive - cheesy and questionable considering you're a high-profile serial killer in dire need of antipsychotics — but impressive altogether."
Light laughs, not having to hide his bewilderment.
"If you were lying however, Light-kun, I feel a little bit left out."
"Huh, why?"
L looks miffed, "If you've forgotten Light-kun - which I highly doubt considering the level of your apparent intelligence - I too am a victim of being forced into the Tennis Club. I feel extremely put out of you not mentioning me in being in this Mystery Club. I've been dodging Tennis members all morning."
He wants to join.
But the Taskforce - doesn't matter. I needed to get close to L either way - the Taskforce was just a means to an end. Being in a club together is just as perfect.
But Sasuke's in the club…
Hmf.
Light can always kick him out.
"Ryuga-san," Light cocks his head, smile charming. "Do you want to join my Club?"
"Yes."
No beating around the bush here is there?
"Are you sure?" He asks cautiously, "You already have a Taskforce to take care of, you can't possibly be in two places at once investigating the same case. That's a little too much to take on, Ryuga-san."
He has to force down the laughter when there's a hint of ire in L's coal eyes.
"While your concern is heart-warming," does he detect sarcasm? "I'd rather work with you Light-kun."
"I'm flattered that you have so much faith in my capabilities as a detective Ryuga-san, but I'm nothing compared to the experienced detectives you have aiding your investigation."
"They're a bunch of well-meaning, bumbling morons, Light-kun. They're overly sentimental, it's annoying and a hazard."
"Careful, that's my father you're talking about, Ryuga-san." Squinting he asks, "And don't you think you're being a little harsh? They must be good at something."
"Absolutely nothing."
"I see," Light says. "Alright then, I'll consider it."
"No consideration is needed," L harrumphs, shuffling on his chair. "You know who I am, what I can bring to the table, what's holding you back, Light-kun?"
The joy I am receiving from watching you squirm.
"I have to consult it with Sasuke, but…" he trails off hesitantly, "To tell you the truth I think he has to go. He's not exactly a team player and -"
"No."
What?
He doesn't have to fake the shock.
"Pardon?"
"There's a four percent chance he's in league with Kira," he says with a meaningful look. Purposefully raking his eyes over Light, and Light…
Light wants to kick a puppy.
That damned Shinigami.
"Whatever lead you to that assumption, Ryuga-san?" he asks, letting confusion show.
L tilts his head, "Yūrei Sasuke is your best friend, hence him being in league with Kira," another pointed look to Light's person, "isn't an entirely unreasonable conclusion."
The Shinigami's Bad Luck has struck again.
Victim, naturally, Light.
"A sound assumption, if," he pressures, hoping to get it across, "we were best friends. Which we are not, I can assure you."
"All the evidence points towards the likelihood of you two being close, Light-kun," L says slowly, with great import and audacity. "For example, you didn't use an honorific when speaking Sasuke-san's name."
Oh. "Oh." …Fuck. "Well spotted."
"Thank you, Light-kun." L's eyes gleam victoriously at his win.
Pretentious little -
He breathes.
"I concede, Ryuga-san, Sasuke and I can be considered close. But we are not friends."
"You share each other's clothes," L points out. Bobbing his head towards Light's baggy shirts and pants.
Huffing, Light waves a dismissive hand, "strenuous circumstances lead to that, I'm afraid."
"You're roommates."
"Circumstances, Ryuga-san. My house burnt down, you see…"
"You started a club together, Light-kun." L rallies with feeling, "A club. And about that burning house - "
"Which I'm still considering you to join," Light tries to change subject of conversation before he flips the table. This conversation was quickly veering off the course he desired. "And I'm curious as to why you'd want to. Again, you have a taskforce filled with experienced detectives backing you."
"I want us to be friends, and you're smarter than them."
His ulterior motive detector dings.
"That simple, huh?"
"Yes, and about that burning house." L inches close, eyes imploring, "What was that about?"
Light blinks, perplexed. "What was that about?"
"Yes, why did it burn down?"
"Why did my house burn down?"
"Yes, what happened?"
"What happened?" His house burned down that's what happened. It isn't a very difficult concept to understand.
They were veering off course again and Light was struggling to get a grip on the steering wheel.
"You're developing a very annoying habit of repeating what I say, Light-kun." L narrows his eyes suspiciously, "Is there something you're trying to hide?"
For once, not entirely. The only tidbit of information missing is that a God of Death was the perpetrator.
"Why would I?" Light chuckles bitterly, "My house burned down, end of story. Nothing magnificent or mysterious about it."
"Isn't there?" The Detective leans forward eagerly, and Light has to rear back a little to avoid bumping noses. "Because I find it highly skeptical that your room exploded the exact day I tell you you're a Kira suspect. It's almost as though you had to destroy evidence. Quickly."
"A bit of an extreme way to go about destroying evidence, Ryuga-san. Don't you think?"
Also burning evidence so obviously on the day L tells him he's a Kira suspect would bring unwanted attention to himself and up the percentage of him being Kira.
Didn't L just say he was smart? What he was describing was the actions of an impudent average human being. Surely L doesn't think he's so...impulsive or a bit dim.
But, depressingly enough, he does.
Light doesn't know whether he could use that to his advantage or not. Would his pride be able to take it?
"Murdering purse snatchers is a bit extreme - I'm not underestimating how childish Kira is, Light-kun. Nor impulsive." L leans in again and Light is slightly amazed the Detective hasn't fallen yet. He's past the 'Leaning Tower of Pisa' and more of a gangly version of Michael Jackson.
[In Light's defence, though, murdering the purse snatcher was during a time of desperation as his house was filled with surveillance cameras. His only semi-reliable source of information was a mini LCD tv hidden inside a chip packet. Given those circumstances, Light deserves a pat on the back not criticism.]
"And that house explosion just reeks of impulsiveness."
Light hums, "Interesting, Ryuga-san. Interesting," he smiles sadly, "but I'm afraid it wasn't me. No pyromaniac tendencies here."
"Hmm," L's lips twitch as he hides a smirk, "what about Sasuke-san?"
...What?
"What about Sasuke?" Light's unable to stop himself from asking.
"You're repeating again," L bites his thumb, eyes impossibly wide as he gauges Light's response. "From what I heard, Sasuke and an unidentified man were with you during the time of the house explosion. What were - "
"Are you interrogating me, Ryuga-san?" Light frowns.
Quickly backtracking, L removes himself from Light's personal space and sighs, appearing sheepish. "Apologies, Light-kun. I got a bit carried away," he attempts to smile, "I hope you forgive me."
"I'm not angry, Ryuga-san," tone warm, comforting. "You just caught me off guard with all these questions." Not a lie, Light didn't expect L to be investigating his house fire so…brashly. He still hasn't yet got a grasp on how that man operates. He was used to the man behind the screen, not the man himself. Speaking like this in the open: offering an obvious artificial friendship, spilling casual lies and hiding agendas.
Light was simultaneously excited to challenge a mind like his own, and furious there was a mind like his own.
One fighting against his ideals and branding him 'evil'.
"Understandable, I guess," L hums, looking contemplative. "A trusted individual has explained to me in the past that interrogating people you want as friends is not a good starting point." Oh, there's got to be a story behind that, " - but you're a Kira suspect…so I suppose I'm going to have to ignore that advice for now." L gives him a look, "I hope you don't mind."
What a jerk.
"I understand," Light nods and folds his hands together, "Does this mean I will be expecting future interrogations?"
"Definitely."
Worth asking. Now he won't be so caught off guard like before with absurd questions.
"Hmm," he covers his scowl with a smile.
"Does this mean i can get an answer on why your house burned down? One without lies would be preferable."
"I don't know what I can say to convince you it was a simple house fire, Ryuga-san."
"I am mildly concerned your idea of a simple house fire is equivalent to a bomb, Light-kun." L stresses. "But…I can see you aren't going to divulge anything else on the matter. Shame, I really am curious as to what went down last night and how Sasuke-san is involved. Also who that man is."
"Sasuke wasn't involved."
Lies. Horrible lies.
"Then why was he there?"
Having no response to that which would seem convincing and not sound like him and Sasuke are friends, Light switches topics. "Nothing exciting, I'm afraid Ryuga-san," just Sasuke trying to kill me with a fucking katana, "And honestly I'm getting tired of discussing this."
L stares, "Are you."
Oh for the love of God.
"Yes," he nods emphatically, putting on an air of depression, "I don't like talking about my house blowing up. It's still very fresh."
"Is it," L practically drawls.
"I lost stuff. Very important and sentimental stuff."
"Uh huh."
Light grinds his teeth and opens his mouth, only to pause when he smells burnt coffee.
Oh no.
L's eyes gleam impossibly bright at the newcomer behind him.
Oh no.
L and Sasuke in the same room together just reeks of disaster and jail time. He needs to hoof it out of here fast before Sasuke blows the lid off of him being Kira. He wouldn't put it past the hapless Shinigami to spill his secrets out of spite.
. . .
"Hn," Sasuke grunts lamely when a pair of calculating eyes settle on him. This human was going to be a problem, Sasuke bitterly knew.
So like all his problems, Sasuke is going to ignore it.
Taking a sip of his beverage, Sasuke boops his knee against the back of Light's chair. "Are your classes finished?"
Light glances up at him, looking simultaneously irked by his presence and disturbed by his bizarrely lit face from the glare of lights above.
"I am," Light starts ominously, "I have been for the past half-hour." Going by the tone of Light's voice it was insinuated Sasuke should feel bad about something.
"Hn."
"Never mind," the murderer sighs. "I suppose you're fetching me for something?"
"Hn," Sasuke dutily bobs his head, "Ayame doesn't look like she'll be needing me for anything," he doesn't bother risking a glance to the checkout desk. He was strategically standing in her blindspot, draped by the shadows around him.
No working overtime for him today.
No more dealing with that wretched female human for him today.
"My classes are done," not that he attended them properly thanks to Light's drama with L, "Lets head...home." He tries not to throw up a little in his mouth at that.
"Actually," Light smiles a very charming smile, "we need to go shopping."
Sasuke looked like he could murder someone.
"Shopping?" he spits.
"Now he's repeating," Sasuke hears the sleepy leviathan mutter moodily.
The last time Sasuke went shopping it was when he was still alive. A lonely child. He remembers trial after trial of attempting to recreate his mother's meals but never getting it right.
Sasuke shakes his head to clear himself of surfacing memories.
"No," he grunts and takes a stern sip of coffee.
"Yes," Light nods.
"Maa, Light-kun," L chimes in, voice overriding Sasuke's threatening growl. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"
"We aren't friends." the two compatriots of terror protest.
"Hmm," L looks suitably impressed by their continual denial despite incriminating evidence. "Then why do you live together?" Like that.
"It was my brother's idea," Sasuke decides to shove responsibility onto Hidan. Ignoring how the word 'brother' leaves a bitter taste in the back of his mouth.
L turns to Light, delight evident in his eyes. "So that unidentifiable man last night was Sasuke's brother?"
Light glances furiously to Sasuke for a nano-second, "Yes."
"And you didn't tell me this, Light-kun, because…"
"Didn't feel like it."
"How childish," hums L, "just like Kira."
Light laughs through a tirade of silent curses.
And Sasuke, being the kindhearted soul that he was, saves Light from further embarrassment.
He scowls at L, "this has been fun, but we're leaving."
"Hmm, but we still haven't yet been introduced Sasu -" and before L knows it, his eyes meet Sasuke's Sharingan.
Light gawks.
"What the hell is that?" he demands.
"Nothing to concern yourself over," Sasuke warns, observing the detective whose mind was miles away inside his genjutsu. Should hold for a while - when L comes back to awareness he won't be able to properly recall when or how they left - but it won't bother him. Every time he'll worry over it he'll be overcome with the desire to sleep.
He'll also have an odd craving for coffee.
"He won't bother us leaving."
"You can compel people?" Light asks, staring at Sasuke and not looking as impressed as he ought to be. Sasuke felt cheated for reasons unknown. "Like a vampire? Twilight?"
"What the fuck is a Twilight?"
Light stares for a moment, "better you don't know."
Sasuke takes his word for it.
"Hn. I don't compel people I…influence."
"Yeah," Light looks at him funnily, "you compel. Like a vampire. You're a vampire."
"I'm a Shinigami you little imp!"
"Shhh!" the entire library hisses at them suddenly.
There's a heartbeat of silence before Light pettily mimics a pair of fangs with his fingers.
Sasuke threatens to backhand him.
"Oooh you better not have threatened my baby with violence, Sasuke-san or I will castrate you."
His strategic blindspot has been blown.
Light and Sasuke's eyes meet each other, both expressing a mutual interest in fleeing. Sasuke grabs him by the arm, hauls him up - Light barely has time to gather his things - and shushins them away.
To an outsider, it would have looked as though they legged it out of the library from a fuming Ayame. Nobody could blame them.
. . .
Whatever Sasuke and Light were expecting when they arrived at the apartment, it certainly wasn't Hidan guiltily sitting on the couch.
Sasuke squints at him suspiciously, taking a sip of coffee.
"What did you do?"
"What makes you think i did anything?" Grunts Hidan, crossing him arms like a moody five-year-old and avoiding eye contact.
Sasuke gives him a look.
Hidan puffs and wags a finger at him. "Just a reminder, you've done worse shit than me and I haven't complained."
"Yes you have."
"Okay, so I complained a bit, but I forgave you."
"No you haven't."
Hidan huffs and goes red, sulking into to the couch until he resembled a spineless insect.
Light hovers besides Sasuke, looking simultaneously uncertain and extremely interested.
"What did you do, Hidan?" Sasuke repeats his question, striding towards him until he was looming over the older Shinigami. "What did you do?"
"It's rather what I was forced not to do that's the issue here," Hidan scowls at nothing in particular before his eyes settle on Sasuke. With a long growl he confesses, "I couldn't sacrifice her to Jashin-sama!"
"Who's 'Jashin-sama'?" Light asks as he dumps his school books on the coffee table.
"'Who's Jashin-sama' this plebeian asks me," Hidan mocks, "'Whose Jashin-sama'"
"Hidan," Sasuke cuts in sternly, "Who couldn't you sacrifice and why do you look guilty instead of furious?"
"I'm not guilty, rather…" he grimaces, "I pity."
Sasuke felt doom overshadow him. Hidan only pities people who are condemned to a tragic existence. Sasuke already thought he had a tragic existence. Was there more pain to come?
Hidan's look wasn't comforting in the least.
"Remember you little shit," Hidan straightens gruffly, "I didn't complain about you accidentally sending that Buddhist to hell."
"Yes you did."
"Fucking fine!" he throws his hands up in the air and rips the bandaid off saying, "King didn't want me to reap this girl because he figures she'll make things more interesting."
Sasuke doesn't understand, and glancing to Light - despite the teenager nodding along, he doesn't understand either.
"Hn. And this is bad for me because…"
Hidan doesn't know whether to look pitying anymore or not. "I kind of…didn't know how to proceed after almost chopping her head off. She fainted from sheer fucking fright and it was all Déjà vu from last night, so I figured, eh. What the hell."
Sasuke felt like crying when it dawns on him.
"Hidan, you didn't…"
Hidan winced and meekly points to the bedroom Light had occupied last night. Sasuke crookedly turns to the ill-fated door.
"What did he do?" Light asks him, feeling the doom Sasuke knew intimately. "Déjà vu…last night…Oh." He groans in horror, staring at the older Shinigami in extreme disbelief. "Ooh no you didn't did you?"
"Don't fucking look at me like I killed someone," Hidan huffs, offended.
"I wish you did kill someone," Light confides and blinks when Sasuke walks by him towards the door. "You're not going to kill her are you?"
"Don't sound so hopeful," Sasuke scowls. Hearing footsteps behind him, Sasuke glances back to see Light following him. A thought occurs. "You could probably get away with killing her though."
"You say it like a suggestion."
Maybe because it is.
With one last sigh he turns the door knob and opens his new bag of responsibility.
The sight they met looked like a bdsm porn magazine.
"What the shit?" Light whispers besides him, genuinely baffled - but Sasuke is too stunned to say anything.
The blindfolded and bound girl screams behind her gag in terror. We're those…socks. In her mouth?
The image of his superior in the next room barefoot flashes in his mind.
Hidan's. Socks?
He shivers in sympathetic disgust.
The girl - Amane Misa if he's reading her name correctly above her blonde pigtailed head - was wearing a black tutu, intricately designed black leather top, and tied up with black socks he assumes were hers going by the colour scheme.
How versatile of Hidan.
She strains viciously against them. Shest rising fiercely with each attempt to break free and escape.
Muffled cries echo loudly against his ears.
This was…he really doesn't know. He's never been in this type of situation before. He's never kidnapped a teenage girl before.
How does one proceed?
"She's really trying there, isn't she?" Light drawls faintly, wincing when she capsizes off the bed with an embarrassing whimper and thump.
"I'm almost rooting for her," Sasuke agrees, wondering whether he should help her get back on the bed or not. He almost does - but then the girl is standing and sprinting towards them with a war cry.
Sasuke fumbles with the door handle for a second before yanking it shut and feeling the wood vibrate when the girl rams head first into it. There's a thud and Sasuke thinks she's knocked herself out cold.
Yeouch.
He turns towards Light who's staring at him in befuddlement and calculation. Probably wondering how this will effect his growing relationship with L and whether or not he should kill her.
Light's definitely going to Hell if he's prioritising like that.
Taking a breath, Sasuke faces Hidan who had now migrated into the destroyed kitchen to grab a cold beer from the fridge. A beer he was practically drowning in.
"Why?" was all he asked.
Hidan looks equally perplexed. "No clue, King thinks she'll be an interesting player in the game."
"No," he tries to get Hidan understand the problem. Like a sane person - shinigami, whatever. "Why did you tie her up like a sack of meat?"
"I'm no good with people," Hidan frowns as though they should feel sorry for him. Sasuke scoffs. "Especially emotional teenaged girls."
Okay he'll give him that one - only because Sasuke can sympathise. But that is no excuse for kidnapping.
"She's not just any emotional teenage girl," Light chimes in ominously and Sasuke wants to hit him for adding more headaches to his already undesirable existence. "I recognise her from my little sister's magazines."
"Why do I get the feeling i'm not going to like where you're going with this?" groans Hidan, expressing Sasuke's annoyance.
Light levels them a tragic look.
Oh no.
"She's Misa Misa. The Idol."
"What the flippidy fuck is an Idol?"
"Riiight," Light pinches the bridge of his nose, "you're both uncultured Shinigami. If you don't know what Twilight is, then you definitely don't know what an Idol is."
Across the room Hidan mouths to Sasuke 'Twilight'? Sasuke shrugs with an airy wave of helplessness.
"An idol is someone who children look up to and aspire to be. They're essentially young role models, always thrusted into the media spotlight to be a representation of what everyone should aspire to be. If one of them goes missing…" he trails off gloomily and rolls his eyes heavenwards. "We're doomed."
"E-eh?" Hidan glowers, "why? Nobody knows she's here."
"Don't underestimate the power of fans. They're a force to be reckoned with."
"It's Hidan-sama to you, twinkle toes." the Shinigami pulls himself to full hight, "And like Hell anybody could know she's here, I used Shushin to get to and from her apartment. Nobody saw me and -" he paused, "Nobody saw me."
"I hope not, otherwise we're -."
"Doomed. Yeah. You really don't have much faith in Shinigami, do you?"
"I haven't met any impressive ones so far."
Hidan materializes his scythe - and with a beer in one hand and a weapon in the other, he stalks towards him. Unintentionally proving Light's point.
Sasuke leans against the door and growls. Ignoring the whimper he hears from the kidnapped Idol.
This was a disaster.
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