It matches the soreness in her left fist, the burn that still lingers on her lips.
Oggetto
| i was on a heavy tip, trying to cross a canyon with a broken limb |
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Soft fluffy pancakes, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, sausages, French toast that oozes out butter and whipped cream –
She's ravenous, alcohol will do that to her, especially now that the hammers in her head stopped. When the waiter drops their plates, she hurries with her thanks and pushes a knife into the pancakes, stacks bacon and eggs on top.
"My birthday is in a couple of weeks." He tells her, beautiful bruised.
(there's a bit of blood at the corner of his lip and his right cheek is a little swollen, it matches the soreness in her left fist, the burn that still lingers on her lips)
"Oh?" She hums, alternate between sips of coffee and overly large bites.
"My mother usually cooks dinner." He nods, takes a sip of his own coffee. "I want you to come."
He has to be careful when he drinks, takes slow, careful sips. She punched him and he wants her at his birthday party – how quaint.
"Sure, why not?" She shrugs her shoulders, cuts into the French toast and is pleasantly surprised to find pecans between folds of wet bread.
"My father will be there." He adds, almost as an afterthought.
"The cop?" He's mentioned it, once or twice.
"Chief of police." He corrects, like she should pay more attention. "He's been busy with the Kira case."
"Ah." There's an explosion of butter and cream in her mouth. "I guess that means he doesn't know about your extracurricular activities."
His face hardens and then relaxes, probably because it hurts when he moves.
"No one knows." He shakes his head, strands of hair framing his face. "Except for you." He says it like she should feel lucky that a seventeen year old mass murderer stalks her.
"I feel so special." Sarcasm tastes bitter. "Don't worry, I won't tell your father that you murder criminals after school in my apartment."
"I know you won't." And he nods, like he actually trusts her, as much as he can trust her anyways. "But why?"
"Why what?" She takes a piece of bacon with her fingers, enjoys the crispiness.
"Why do you keep my secret?" He tilts his head to the side. "You have nothing to gain from this and more to lose if people figure out you knew and didn't say anything."
"Why did you kiss me?" She answers, without missing a beat and promptly shoves bacon in her mouth.
"You can't answer a question with a question." He rolls his eyes at her.
"I just did." She almost pulls her tongue at him, almost.
"You're a grown woman, act you're age." He pouts.
"Oh, I will." She smiles, but it's wicked. "When you stop murdering people."
Ryuk floats at their table with an apple in hand just as he rolls his eyes at her. The Death God offers a lopsided grin and takes a bite and she wonders what unsuspecting kitchen worker just had an aneurism when an apple floated away.
(neither of them answer the questions, they wouldn't)
a/n : People seem to think Light is possessive of Eden and it's not really that. It's more of a he doesn't fully trust her yet and wants to make sure he's around so she doesn't blabber about him being Kira. I'm glad most of you enjoyed the kiss and Light's POV. Thank you for reading and your reviews, let me know what you thought and I hope you enjoyed.