Hades stormed into the room, shouting orders at minor demons who trailed behind him.
"And just what is going on," mumbled Light, rubbing his temples.
"What's going on? What's going on? There are pure souls in Thanatos, that's what's going on!" raged Hades. "This is not happening," he wailed, sinking into his chair opposite Light.
"I very much regret that we'll have to shorten our meeting, Kira," he said, flipping through the papers contained in the folder and regaining his composure slightly. "But I'm sure cafeteria duty will suffice for a while. Don't you think?"
Light blinked rapidly, beginning to chuckle. You've got to be kidding me...
A lithe white cat slinked into the room and hopped into Hades' lap. He scratched it's ears...or rather, where its ears would be, had it had any. "Good Cheshire," he cooed.
Cafeteria duty... That's the worst job in the Underworld, for those of you that don't know.
Imagine a being normal cafeteria lady-- mole, hairnet, the works.
Now imagine being a cafeteria worker for Thanatos. Have you any idea what demons and banshees ear? It's not pretty, let me tell you...
"I had no idea you were a cat person, Mr. Plutos," smirked Light, deliberately using Hades' Roman name.
"Call me by my Greek name, Kira, you know as well as I do that those Roman were... shall we say, a few cards short of a full deck."
Hades scratched his head. "Hmm, just how many people died with you five as Kira?" he gasped.
The girl returned just as Light was about to answer.
"I... made you some tea... if you want it," she said in a way mysteriously similar to the way Cryptics offered tea to her father once... but that's a different story.
"Thanks every so much, peach," Hades said politely, "but I'm in a meeting right now."
"Yes, of course... I love you," she whispered, backing out of the room with the tea-tray.
She was almost reminiscent of the Mad Hatter, with a few strands of black hair caught between her lips.