Something in his chest that tightens, makes his skin so hot it feels like it burns, the way her glares pierce through him.
Oggetto
| you tie me down, you watch me bleed |
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She's easy to spot, even in the crowded bar.
(it's even easier with Ryuk hovering above her table casually, grin firmly attached to his decaying face as he eyes apple slices in martini glasses with greedy eyes and eager fingers)
Light doesn't care about her pretty looks, but he's smart enough to realize that she's attractive – her ponytail always high on top of her head, her casual business attires that always look expensive, those heels that are at least five inches.
He moves through the crowd, smiles at one of the waitresses as he passes her by, her tray of glasses forgotten as she smiles right back at him. Her table is easy to spot, a booth filled with four other women, roughly the same age as her and all dressed like they've stepped out of an office.
Ryuk waves at him as he approaches, says something that he can't hear through the noise.
But she does hear it. Her head snaps in his direction, her face hardens and she levels a fiery glare towards him. She takes a large gulp of her drink, shakes her head at the taste, shrugs her shoulders, never breaking eye contact.
He offers her a dazzling smile, but his eyes don't match it and he silently dares her to try something even if he's sure she won't (it's only been a couple of months and yet, he's spent enough time with her to know her).
(probably just as much as she knows him, not that either of them would ever admit that)
"Good evening." He greets her with, watches as her shoulders slump. Four pair of eyes blink at him, two of them smile, one offers him a curious glance and the last one raises an eyebrow.
"Hi." She nods her head at him, takes another unbelievably large sip of her drink, finishing it. "Let's go now."
She won't introduce him to her friends – probably thinks he would use them as leverage against her. He would.
"Um, Eden?" One of her friend asks. "Who's this?"
She opens her mouth, but he beats her to it and offers the woman a smile.
"I'm Yagami Raito. It's nice to meet you." He bows his head. "I'm Eden's… friend." He trails off, innocent, as if he doesn't know the implications behind his words.
"We're not friends." She mumbles under her breath, but he's the only one who hears it. "He came to pick me up." She adds, louder this time for her friends to hear.
It earns her another four blinks and a grin from Ryuk, whose eyes are still glued to that piece of apple.
"Really?" Another one this time, with a ring on her left hand. "That's so sweet of him."
"Yes, very sweet." Eden doesn't roll her eyes, but he can feel the sarcasm oozing from her.
"I wish my boyfriend was as considerate." Another one this time, her phone in her right hand.
The last one, with her eyebrow still raised, doesn't seem to buy it. But then Light smiles at her and she blinks, her features becoming controlled and cool as she nods her head at him.
"Text me when you're home then." She says. Eden nods in her direction and then moves to stand up, shrugs on her coat and grabs her coat. As an afterthought, she pushes her hand into her now empty glass to retrieve that slice of apple.
"Have fun, girls." She doesn't wait for him and stalks through the crowd with a determined step.
"It was nice meeting you." He bows again and trails after her, Ryuk tailing them like a little puppy.
Outside, the wind picked up. When he finds her, she throws Ryuk the piece of apple and then smacks him in the chest. He takes the blow easily, doesn't even step backwards.
"I'm getting sick of you." She tells him with fire in her eyes. "Sick of all of this, of your twisted little games."
"Games?" He raises an eyebrow at her, plays innocent. It's not like she can do much about it.
"Don't be coy with me." She narrows her eyes. "If you think I can't bury you alive, I can and I will."
It's the way she says it, convinced and wrathful, like she would dig a hole and leave him to rot, shovel dirt and let him die there screaming for help.
"Is that so?" And the strangest part is, he would let her do it, let her try (and it's odd, something in his chest that tightens, makes his skin so hot it feels like it burns, the way her glares pierce through him).
She nods her head, beautiful and deadly and there's an urge, a sudden urge, something that catches him completely off guard and yet there's certainty there and he wants to, he needs to –
He kisses her.
(takes a few steps forward, watches as she doesn't flinch and then reaches for her, mouth hot on hers and he wants to hurt her, to break in pieces and put her back together again and –)
a/n: I can't picture Light having the typical feelings regarding love, but that's just me. I hope you enjoyed Light's POV. Thank you for all of your reviews and favourites and follows. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed.