IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT! Alright, so I'm sure you have all noticed my HUGE lack in updating, this is due partially to the fact that I'm am consumed in other work (Not, just fics, but school and house hold situations as well… And Pewdiepie videos….) So this being said, I am HUGELY considering writing the rest of Chained Assassin with a co-writer. That's right, one of you guys. Now if you are interested, PLEASE comment saying so. I will PM you and tell you all the terms, which basically is stating "I have the right to disown you if you don't respond without valid explanation for 3 months" and the like. I will also probably give you a topic to write a small exert on to see if I like your writing style, nothing big and elaborate needed, it's just to make sure I know your writing style and vocabulary will mesh with mine. I may choose one person, I may choose more. If you are not picked, PLEASE don't take that as you're a bad writer, it just means we have different styles or whatever. ANYWAYS! I'll give you more details if you're interested!
(This was written before the message above) Sorry guys, I'm getting a bit consumed with the MattxMello deal here, which is my reasoning for not updating Chained Assassin. That and I've been lazy. Very lazy. I've had absolutely no drive to write this and quite frankly forgot were I was going with this. I guess that's what happens when you refuse to right down plots. *sigh* I'll try and remember it. Whatever. I refuse to stop writing this altogether, but I will say updates will be far and few in between. On a higher note, I have received a decent laptop, meaning I will have the opportunity to write A LOT more. Will I take this opportunity? Well, I guess we'll have to wait and find out. So far I have, lets hope it lasts.
SO sorry for the long intro announcements…
. "You know… Ryuzaki?" Light pondered, rubbing his wrist where the metal cuff had previously resided. "Maybe we should get things straight?" Ryuzaki had decided to take their 30 minute break after their small episode. He was now in his usual perched sitting position, eyes staring at the screen of his laptop, but his mind far elsewhere; every once in awhile, his hands would linger to one of the sweets scattered in a semi-circle on the table.
"There's nothing we need to 'get straight', and you are the last person that should be talking about 'getting straight' anyways." His voice was cold, yet still remote, hardly revealing a thing. "I'd appreciate it if you'd let me return to my work, Yagami."
Light leaned back against the headboard of the bed with a huff, his face collecting a red tint. He looked at the time; it had been well over 20 minutes. Light bit his lower lip contemplating if he should say anything. If he said something, there was a good chance Ryuzaki would simply nod and replace the cuffs, but there was just as good a chance he would go on another tirade of Light being a possible undercover agent, or something of the sort. If Light didn't speak up now, his whole cover of him keeping the cuffs on just because he wanted a good grade on his assignment would be down the tubes. Not to mention-
Chink.
Light jumped at the sudden interruption in the silence as he looked over to see Ryuzaki looking down his nose at him, hand stretched out presenting the other cuff. He took it gingerly, sneaking glances at Ryuzaki as he fastened the metal only to receive awkward and uncomfortable glares in return. "Go to sleep, Yagami." Light sighed, irritated by the authority in the raven haired boy's voice. Who was he to tell me to tell him to bed? His mother? "Ryuzaki, you're being childish!" Light hissed, but in return Ryuzaki moved back to the table, pulling it close enough so the chain wouldn't become taunt and uncomfortable. "Listen to me, god damnit!" Ryuzaki's head snapped up, his poisonous gaze meeting Light's. Before he could apologize for his outburst, Ryuzaki took the chain available to him and jerked it upwards, causing the latter end to clout the brunette boy in the face resulting in his already injured face to throb furiously. Oh right. Light thought. He can do whatever the hell he wants. He's an assassin.
The next day came and went fairly quickly. The two hardly talked, their longest conversation so far lasting only about two minutes; it wouldn't have even been that long if Ryuzaki hadn't shot down Light's American food lunch idea. Their entire day wasn't much more than the teens simply sitting in the small apartment, Ryuzaki staring at the computer screen and Light flipping through pointless television programs.
"Buy now! Only $14.99-"
"We're going to flip THIS house to-"
"But mommy, why can't-"
"Save money on your car insurance by swi-"
"Need cash? In debt-"
"In other news, two children were found dead-"
"Mayhem, like me-"
Light sighed, finally turning off the television after three hours of channel surfing. "Amazing, isn't it?"
"What?" Ryuzaki mumbled, eyes fixed on the same screen they had been analyzing for the past several hours.
"How corrupt the world is now. Everyone is broke. People kill for no reason. I don't things have always been like this, why are they now?" Light pondered, looking up at the ceiling.
"Who's to say things were different in different times?" Ryuzaki said, his interest possibly piqued slightly, though Light couldn't tell for certain. Sometimes Ryuzaki's auto-pilot was just as coherent as talking to someone of average intelligence.
"Well, you can read about it. People talk about how things used to be safer, less criminals."
"According to them."
Light cocked his head. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I mean what I said. According to others it was safe. Their definition of safe could be very different from that of mine. For example, a drug addict may say the drug marijuana is safe, but for a police officer, it is quite the opposite."
"But those are two extremes. The general population as a whole has a pretty good definition of what is right and what is wrong."
"Well, there are always those grey areas, unfortunately. There could have been dinosaurs still roaming the earth two years before I was born, but the entire world decided to stop talking about them or even refuse to acknowledge that they were around; though it is VERY unlikely, less than .1%, it is still possible. And I do believe you contradicted yourself. You say the world is corrupt, yet the general population has a good judgment of right and wrong? Now that just doesn't make sense."
"It doesn't, does it?" Light sighed.
"Information you have not received first hand shouldn't be considered 'reliable'. Anything can be faked. Anyone can lie."
"You have a point…" Light trailed off. "What if… What if we just got rid of all the criminals? One by one? I'm sure it would help. Just off them, and build a new, non-corrupt world from there."
Ryuzaki paused, as if to ponder that notion, then finally spoke. "Again. Your corrupt may be different from mine." He replied darkly. "I've been an assassin for many years, Light, and though I refuse to quit what I do, I don't think it accomplishes a damn thing. I assume you are familiar with the basics of human psychology? Everyone, well, most people, believe they are exempt from every rule; invincible, if you will. They believe the 'bad stuff' only happens to others, and will never happen to them. Even after I assassinate, I am met with someone who believes just that, that they are different, that they can out smart, or fight, me; when in reality, they have simply fallen victim to the redundant and very common cycle of misguidance. I do not believe 'offing' criminals and the like would do much good. Besides, who are we to play 'god'."
"I suppose your right, Ryuzaki." Light said, still a bit skeptical
BLAH-HAH! Funny how stuff you wrote in the past can relate to you now. I just had someone I completely trusted and care for, for two years, completely cut me down over a 3 minute phone call. I got to vent in this chapter and feel how L feels. I feel like I owe you guys this chapter… Enjoy!