Oki, so I've decided to to an intermission because it's been a while and you guys deserve a chapter. This was originally supposed to be a long chapter but I've been getting writers block. Hopefully posting this will get me motivated :D

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Intermission

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A notebook that can kill.

Kai can only blink.

For a split second, he wants to believe. The idea - the mere thought of being able to write a person's name down and having them die is so fantastical, is so extraordinary, that is makes Kai's heart rise in elation. He could kill Kaa-san. Erase a problem with the quick workings of a pen.

He can make her disappear from the world - and nobody would suspect me. After all, he'd have a perfect alibi - sitting in Yagami's living room. A pen in hand and smile on his face.

He could kill Ari.

He could kill Maeda-sensei.

He could kill.

So. Easily.

But.

But where would the excitement be in that? He wouldn't feel their hot hot hot blood on his hands. He wouldn't experience that beautiful sensation of sweet release. All his pent up anger, frustration and tension letting go as he sinks his knife into their warm body. Dark crimson seeping and flowing down his hands, grip on the wood slipping - and that sound, like cutting an orange, as he pulls out and repeats. Over and over and over again, breathless and high.

"What do you think?" Light asks him.

"Dull."

"Thought so," he mutters, snatching back the notebook and tucking it safely in his bag. "I'm going to test it, anyways."

"Maa," he brings out another cigarette. Toying about it in between his fingers. "And what becomes of our laws?"

Light huffs out a laugh. "I don't expect it to work. Besides, if the notebook does, by some miracle - then…" He shrugs, "I don't think it would change anything. The notebook isn't personal, it's more like cause to effect really. All I'm doing is writing down a name and they happen to die."

"That's why I don't like it."

"I know."

They're silent for a bit, and Kai can't help but feel curious. He's always wondered who Light had his eyes on. What type of victims he'd choose. Do they wear skirts, pants - blonde hair, black hair, while skin, dark skin - small, tall?

What was his type?

It was such a personal question, Kai begins to feel his palms sweat against the cold.

"Who will you use it on?"

"On the news yesterday they announced the perpetrator behind the recent rave killings. He stabbed women wearing provocative clothing while they danced and disappeared into the crowd. They finally caught him on CCTV - he was a bar keeper."

Kai rolls this new information in his head for a second. "Your type are criminals?"

Light arches an eyebrow. "My 'type'?"

"Maa, every serial killer has a type," Kai states. Eyes narrowed curiously. He never would have guessed. "And your type are criminals. How…disturbingly noble."

Light's brow furrows, eyes glancing around. Mindful of eavesdroppers, but everyone was too busy in their own conversations and world to listen. "I've never really thought about it, it just makes sense. Killing people who nobody would miss. Police wouldn't care if somebody started to snuff out the worst of the worst - they'd probably cheer me on. I would make their job easier to manage, a reassuring darkness in their life. And the public, tucked safely behind their mechanical screens, would turn me into some kind of heroic vigilante. It's just," he rolls his eyes, "makes sense. I get to kill, people don't care. Win win scenario."

"You've thought about this a lot," Kai muses, ghost of a smile threatening.

"Keeps me entertained." Light sounds blasé, but Kai knows.

Oh. He knows.

And isn't it fantastic?

"For all the control you seem to show me," he grins, stepping close and tipping his head forward. Tongue licking his lower lip, Kai says quietly, "You're cracking at the seams."

"Kai," Light cuts, tone warning.

"That perfect mask of perfection you wear like silk, is peeling away. Isn't it? Your deceptively tight grip on that little self-manufactured conscience is slipping." Kai was delighted just thinking about it. "You've been getting the itch, haven't you?"

"Kai - "

He silences Light by moving closer. Appearing a hair's inch against him in one breath. They stare at one another. Breath visible and flushing their cheeks.

"You've been thinking about it more - what it feels like to kill." His head dips down, eyelids fluttering shut as he remembers. "You won't ever forget it." He breathes.

Light watches him, giving him a look that is part intense and part something else. Kai can't find the words.

"You want me to kill," Light whispers the truth. "You want to ruin me."

Kai doesn't say anything, because he doesn't have to.

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