Burning
Characters: Ryuk, Light
Rating: K+
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Ryuk gaped at Light, drooling slightly as the boy explained his contraption that involved deconstructing pens and incorporating woodshop lessons. And no, Ryuk was not drooling over Light's attractiveness.
"Yanno, Light, if you insist on playing with fire, you could burn yourself badly making even one little mistake."
"I've been playing with fire from the start."
Too bad your dad isn't a firefighter, Ryuk mused.
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Light came home the next day to his beloved note. He pulled the drawer open, took out his fake diary, and scribbled some unconvincingly uninteresting events into the day's entry.
Maybe I should think up more scandalous events, he thought. Even Sayu could tell how fake this is.
He then took apart his pen and idly spun the cartridge between his fingers. Slotting it through the tiny hole in the underside of the drawer, he slowly lifted the panel of wood inside so that the ink cartridge insulated the electric current. The note lay beneath, and he reached for his holy scripture, his sacred-
"-Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" came a scream from downstairs.
Light was so startled that he knocked the all-saving pen cartridge out of position. In the milliseconds before the clatter of plastic on the ground and the eruption of flames…
How about this: 'Met Shiho for lunch today. We cut class. Ate at the nice new sushi bar down the street from the station. Told her she's the first one I've had real feelings for. Kissed. Her hair is really greasy.'
… greasy hair? Come on, God of the New World, you can get the creative juices flowing better than that…
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Light awoke in a painfully stereotypical hospital room, white walls, white ceiling, white sheets, white lights, ugh.
Then something that was most definitely black entered his field of vision.
"I must be hallucinating," Light said aloud. "I may have partial amnesia, since I don't remember hitting my head. But it is possible that my occipital receptors have suffered some disconnect, or my dopamine levels may have increased; why though, I can't imagine. But there's no other explanation for why my brain is registering the sight of a giant monster here in this room."
The monster of Light's imagining looked rather amused, though Light couldn't be sure if he was interpreting its alien facial structure correctly.
"Light, you're not hallucinating," it said in a gravelly voice.
Well, of course, a hallucination would say that to me.
"But I guess I know why you don't recognize me," it continued, not sounding remotely regretful. "The Death Note was burned, so it doesn't exist anymore. Therefore you don't own it anymore, therefore you lost all your memories of it and me."
"Is that so?" Light tried, faintly curious as to what rich tales his imagination could supply. He'd never excelled in creative writing at school, but perhaps his muse had burgeoned while he was unconscious.
"That's right," the monster snickered, still more heartened by Light's discomfiture. "You can still see me, though, because of that piece of Death Note in your watch."
"My watch?" Light had just noticed it was still on his wrist and hadn't been destroyed in the blaze. "I do seem to remember putting some paper inside, but that was probably just for emergency note-taking situations."
"Actually, Light, it's for emergency murdering purposes."
Light stared tiredly at the creature. "My mind is a strange place indeed. Rather macabre, I'll say. I think I should see a psychologist when I get out of here… but I'll take a look at the paper anyways."
His fingers moved of their own accord to click the knob on his watch a deathly four times, revealing a blank piece of lined paper tucked inside.
"You're saying that this paper is for killing?" he asked of the room at large, for the monster had just floated through the wall and disappeared.
"Hm. Guess I was just hallucinating. Honestly, what a pain that I'm stuck here at all. All because Sayu startled me when she screamed about Hideki Ryuuga starring in another movie or something…"
"… I really should make a note of that…" Light somehow located a pen next to his bed and scribbled away on the tiny square of paper:
Note to self: tell Sayu to stop shrieking so much about Hideki Ryuuga.
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A/N: Don't you love twist endings? Anyways, chronologically this is incorrect, because Light hadn't invented the watch thing at this time yet, but oh well.