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.

7. chapter vii: nostalgia

nostalgia

'I want cake,' said Lawliet, hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched.

Light glanced at him, seemed to hesitate for a moment, looked away. 'I want a shower.'

'Strawberries,' said Lawliet.

'A bath,' said Light.

'Gelato,' said Lawliet.

'A bed,' said Light. 'With pillows.'

'Mochi,' said Lawliet.

'Coffee,' said Light.

'Sugar cubes,' said Lawliet.

'A Death Note,' said Light.

Lawliet looked at him, silent for a moment. 'Is that another attempt at being humorous?'

Light shrugged, itching fingers concealed in his pockets. 'Maybe.'

Lawliet looked away, seemed to hunch further, a thumb coming up to his lips. 'I still want cake.'

Light was looking down at the ash at his feet, hands shoved deeper into his pockets. 'I'm sorry that I can't do anything about that, L.'

Lawliet looked at him from out from under his bangs, the shadows under his eyes pronounced even in death. 'Kira has a poor sense of humor.'

'I was being genuine,' said Light, mildly.

'No,' said Lawliet flatly, 'you weren't.'

Light glanced at him, gaze even. 'Actually, I was.'

'No,' said Lawliet again, holding his gaze, 'you weren't.'

They stared at each other for several moments, unblinking, and then they both looked away and were silent.