ash

by Self-Inflicted Insanity

(Sequel to "ink".) Light and Lawliet are dead, and bored. There's really not much to do when you're dead, after all, aside from wander aimlessly and take turns stating the obvious.

3. chapter iii: boredom

boredom

Light was lying on his back, arms behind his head, and Lawliet was lying next to him, the both of them staring up at nothingness.

'Let's go somewhere,' said Light, after an eternity.

'Where do you suppose to go, Kira?' asked Lawliet.

'Somewhere,' answered Light. 'Anywhere. Not here.'

'You could go alone, you know,' pointed out Lawliet.

'I know,' said Light.

'There's nowhere to go,' said Lawliet, after another eternity.

'There's always somewhere to go,' said Light.

'Then why have you been lying here?' said Lawliet.

'You tell me, L,' said Light, standing up and offering a hand. 'Are you coming or not?'

Lawliet looked up at him, and Light held his gaze.

Eventually, Lawliet took his hand, and Light pulled him to his feet.

Lawliet wiped his hand on his pants.

'I could punch you, you know,' said Light.

'You could,' agreed Lawliet. 'There would be no point to doing so, though.'

'I know,' said Light, and started walking. 'Come on.'

Lawliet fell into step beside him.