Chapter two! Horrah! This takes place after Light looses his memory, obviously. ALSO! I forgot to do stuff before! For one, these people arn't mine. If you thought they were, then you must be on something. Seriously. I own like, nothing. Also, muchos thanks to SilverSoleAlchemist, my wonderbar beta who worketh so hardeth for poor little o'le me. DOMO SSA!
Light couldn't quite remember why he had hated the plushie so much. He assumed he had been in a bad mood that day, but he wasn't entirely certain. Maybe it was because it was from L. In any case, he hated it, and as such, he had shoved the little Kiba doll to the very back of his closet, hoping never to see it again.
And yet there it was. Right on top of the box Sayu and Mom had sent to him, along with all his other assorted stuff. It glared at him and he glared back. It was the enemy, and he would not loose a staring contest with a God-damned stuffy!
"You know, such things usually work better when other people are involved," Ryuzaki stated, his face suddenly hovering over Light's shoulder.
"That's probably why I can never win one with you," Light grumbled, tossing the inane bundle of fluff in the general direction of his bed.
"Perhaps." Ryuzaki drifted off, apparently forgetting about the chain holding them together. "Or maybe you're just guilty."
"Bugger off."
Chaoter Three---- An Embarassing Encounter!
