Snowballs, Part I
Disclaimer: Death Note does not belong to me. If it did, I would make it a Ryuuk and Rem buddy comedy.
Author Notes: I had put this and another Death Note fic on my online journal and had people vote on which one to continue. They tied. So I already have part II written and also both parts of the other Death Note fic. Just spacing releasing them according to fickle personal will.
Light sat and watched the seconds tick away on the clock on the far wall. It was fifteen minutes into his weekly date with Misa. Already he contemplated knawing off his own limb to escape the handcuff around his wrist and the tedium of the room. Kira was getting one step in front of them every minute.
A glance at his 'partner' showed that at least someone was interested in the mundane whining of his girlfriend.
"I told the director that Misa-Misa couldn't do that. Even Masuta-san has asked him to cut down the scene but he doesn't listen to us," Misa stated her latest indictment about an up and coming director. It seemed that the director thought that the only way to the ratings he wanted was on the flesh of the actors involved. For some reason, that was becoming more and more pointless by the second, Misa refused to cooperate out of some form of loyalty to her boyfriend, Light.
"But surely the contract has terms listed. What did the producers say?" Ryuuzaki asked with rapt, wide-eyed attention that was no doubt fueled by the fluffy, pink coconut covered cookies he was eating. Light wondered if he even stopped to taste the sugar considering the rate in which he consumed them.
Misa continued to rant the injustices of the movie and television industry as Light wondered how he had gotten such a girlfriend and why everyone had insisted he go through these hour long punishments. Ryuuzaki had been the most adamant of them all, most likely due to the chance that he could pick up on some new information from his fifth wheel nature.
"But you could pull it off. You are a great actress." Ryuuzaki countered. It was strange how Ryuuzaki's status was completely superfluous but it was Light that was no longer in the conversation.
Then again studying Ryuuzaki was a slight distraction from his boredom. Light didn't know why but the other boy was fascinating exactly because he was the antithesis of himself and exactly like himself. The only true difference was the extreme oddity others prescribed to Ryuuzaki's behavior as opposed to the way Light saw himself gliding through society. Then again who was socially adjusted when their only companion was an overaged butler?
Heavens only knew, Ryuuzaki was fascinated with Misa as only a person that didn't know how tedious adolescent girls were with their problems. With his sister, Sayu, and every other girl that clung on his arm over the years, Misa wasn't anything besides more persistant than the rest.
Even then her moves were predictable, she was practically glowing from the attention that Ryuuzaki was pouring on her, plying her false modesty in an effort to get Light to chorus in on her better points.
Light ignored her instead being caught by the pensive glance Ryuuzaki shot at him. He didn't know how but all the thoughts circles between them always ran into meandering trails as they raced upon each others heels. Light knew Ryuuzaki was at once disappointed at his lack of interest in Misa, while also wondering at his own.
Then again Ryuuzaki had shot him thousands of similar glances over the weeks when he found Light watching him as he watched Misa on the surveillance cameras. Surely Ryuuzaki knew that what shocked Light was the occasional break from Ryuuzaki obsessive watching of Light and trying to connect him to Kira.
Misa's daily beauty regime and occasional toe-nail painting wasn't of any worth in their investigation so Ryuuzaki's occasional vigil always catch Light off guard. It was strange that there was a streak of fanboy present even in a world famous detective.
"But I could never kiss a boy like I do Light-kun!" Misa squealed.
"Have you tried?" Ryuuzaki questioned against whatever advice common sense would have gave. For someone as famous at clues as the Great L, Light knew that didn't extend to interpersonal ones. From the instant sour look Misa gave him, even someone as socially inept as Ryuuzaki knew he had trod on shifting ground. Light could feel his lips almost twitch in mirth.
It is said that idle hands are the Devil's workshop. An idle mind is even worse.
"Yes. Have you tried?" Light could hear himself saying, the bud of a distraction blossoming. The other two teens attention instantly shot to regard him, startled by his sudden introduction of himself back into the conversation.
What is the sound of one hand clapping?
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