Everyone deserves to die.
Oggetto
| why don't you throw me to the wolves i thought you were one |
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"You have a lovely apartment." He tells her, eyes roaming all over the place.
She takes the compliment, but doesn't thank him.
"You can drop your stuff wherever." She says, kicking her heels off on the floor. The cold floor is a blessed wonder under her feet.
It's twenty steps to the kitchen, Ryuk already poised next to the counter, a pretentious child with his skeleton-like fingers already in the bowl filled with apples.
He trails off after her, pushes his bag on one of the chairs.
She takes out containers from the fridge. Chicken skewers, enough for two and tomatoes already cut into wedges, soup packets that only need hot water to be reheated. The chicken goes into a pan and then the oven, balsamic vinegar and oil into the tomatoes, salt and pepper for taste.
"Can I help?" He asks, polite and proper.
She shakes her head. Besides, he doesn't know where anything is. She works in silence, is used to the silence, at being alone. She likes it that way.
He's seated when she turns back towards him, the top button of his blazer opened. He looks too relaxed, too poised. Pretty boy with a pretty face.
"Tea?" She says, as a warning more than a question.
She has two cups in her hands even as he inclines his head, pours hot water over tea leaves in the teapot that she places at an angle between them.
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He tries for polite conversation between sips of tea. She rolls her eyes.
"Is that really what you're here for?" Annoyance taints her words.
"I suppose not." He brings the teacup to his lips. "I'm not here to threaten you, if that's what you think."
She snorts, that's exactly what she thinks.
"I have a lot of theories as to why you can see Ryuk." He tells her, the Death God offering a lopsided grin at the mention of his name. "He hasn't confirmed any of them."
The notebook fell and smacked her in the face. She tells him that. He lets out a surprised chuckle.
"I thought about calling the police, you know." She says, a fact. "But then I realized I didn't really care about criminals dropping dead."
"Because they deserve to die?" Boy wonder asks and startles a sardonic laugh out of her.
"Everyone deserves to die." She tilts her head to the side. "Humans are wasteful creatures, only good at self-destruction."
They bask in stunned silence as he takes her in, eyes sparkling with wonder. She really doesn't want to know what's going on in that pretty head of his.
"I want to create a better world." He tells her, traces of megalomania and pride in his voice. "For the worthy."
"Is that what you tell yourself to sleep better at night?" Kira is a child with ideas of grandeur and a weapon of mass destruction, a fatal combination.
He opens his mouth, but she's already turned her back towards him, eyes trailing to the oven just as the timer beeps.
It's ready.
a/n: Someone needs to keep Light on his feet, haha. At some point, he should find out her name, but for now I like the mystery. I'm glad so many of you seem to enjoy this story so far and I hope this chapter pleased you. Thank you for your feedback and thank you for reading.