Hey People, sorry for the delay, but the chapter would NOT STOP! so yeah, it's pretty long... you've probably noticed that by now...
This doesn't have much of L's pov, but I'm doing that next chapter...
There are a bunch of *#'s in this, but they're just notes about it and to clarify some things, so don't go darting to the bottom of the chapter just to read it...
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, and i got a lot of this chapter's materials from my Writers Craft class (shocking i know)
Chapter 2
His hair was orange.
Yes, that isn't exactly the kind of description that a writer should be giving, but really, there it was.
No, Light wasn't so tired that his mind is short-fusing and decreasing his mental abilities, despite getting up at six that same morning.
How distracting…
Light could feel a slight dampness at the base of his neck, the only remnants of his shower from that morning, and there was a slightly bitter taste at the edges of his taste buds, though whether it was from… this (ORANGE!!!), or if it was from the black coffee that followed that shower, Light only had the vaguest of clues.
Is that even natural? Can't be…
Light figured that descriptions had three main levels, and many people got them mixed up with each other, but usually the highest rating for descriptions were easily recognizable. Yes, saying that a person's hair was orange wasn't too brilliant of a description, but in terms of those three categories, it ranked a two. Surprising? Well, this is how it works out…
A level one description, the lowest level of description, could be described (ha) as cliché. Clumsy even. This means that it's over-used, or it doesn't really make sense, or that someone is trying too hard to make a level three description, but we'll get more into that in a bit.
An example? Sure… oh, here's one, ever heard "he was as strong as an ox"? It's cliché. It's bad. Who's actually seen a bull, in real life I mean? Okay, if you have, have you ever tested the strength of one? Okay, sure, it's a freaking OX, it's strong. But that's about as relevant as saying that fish could swim.
Sure. Yeah. I know… and?
Anyway, moving on to another example, just so that you can understand what I mean by clumsy, how about (and this is totally just made up) "his legs were like square cut carrots"? If you're looking for uniqueness, then sure, it's unique… in a What The Fuck kind of way.
What the hell would you even mean by that? Square cut carrots? That doesn't describe anything. Maybe he has… orange legs? Umm… well, what kind of square cut carrots? What does that even mean? Does that mean that everyone has the same mental image of square cut carrots? And since when have legs looked anything like carrots, or, if you'd like, when have people been cutting their carrots to look like legs? And wouldn't that mean that they're leg shaped carrots?
Ugh, carrots are orange, and so is his hair… is it a wig? No, no I don't think so…
Orange hair was still talking with Matsuda (evil, EVIL Matsuda), his squinty brown eyes darting around the room like he didn't know where to keep them. Floor, Light (me), Matsuda, Wall, light (not me), Light (me), Floor… he was like a cartoon jittery rabbit, one of the ones that loved eating his hair—Carrots. The ones that loved eating carrots.
Yes. Carrots.
Anyway, back to the levels. So Level One would be classified as cliché or clumsy, then level two would be classified as… useful.
Yes, that's a good word for it. Useful.
It's useful because it says what it means. It means what it says. It's not legs like square cut carrots. Level Two's are the bases for Level Three's. Without that basis, you're probably going to end up with square cut carrot legs.
Level Two is saying that something was circular, rather than saying it was orb like in shape. Everyone knows what a circle is (and if you don't then maybe you shouldn't be reading this), but go look up "orb" on Google. Go on, look it up, go to images, and see what you'll find. You'll see circular shapes, random paintings, a bed, and maybe a couch or two. The moral of this is that, if you want people to know exactly what you mean, stick with the simple things. A circle. Or, if you want to make it three-dimensional or artistic and creative, then make it ball-like, and describe its surface a bit, make it interesting. But no one really wants to read a page about a circular thing. Stick with simple; add details later if it's relevant.
So, "his hair is orange" is a level two description. It puts it in your mind, it describes it perfectly. It's ORANGE.
WHO have you ever seen who ACTUALLY has ORANGE hair? Outside of an Archie Comic book, or maybe a really extreme salon, probably not. You've probably seen strawberry blonde, or an odd redhead.
Orange describes it. He's got orange hair, he's got carrot-coloured hair, it's like his head was an orange, and all but the top was peeled.
--Well, that last one was pretty bad, but who can really concentrate on good descriptions when you have that glaring at you? Whatever, the orange is obviously toxic, so the level descriptions will finish later…
"—oh, I'm sure that the students will be thrilled," a slightly squeaky voice came from carrot man, making Light wonder if he was even old enough to be teaching the class. His voice was jumping around like the jittery rabbit he was connected with earlier, and he hardly looked to have finished high school, let alone any sort of university or college.
Maybe they let him pass because they were blinded by his hair and wanted him gone…
The reddish face had a lopsided smile on it, making his face slightly better looking (but not nearly as attractive as Lights own features), a smattering of faint freckles spread across his not-quite prominent cheek bones. His squinty eyes were widened with what Light could only guess was excitement, his pupils narrowed to pinpoints like he had a flashlight pointed at his face. Or like he was having a heart attack…
Matsuda, the idiot who had tried to get me to come to this thing months ago, turned to give me one of his dopey smiles, rubbing his hand through the back of his wavy black hair and, oh god please kill me now, gave me a thumbs up. Why did I agree to this? Oh yeah, it paid cash… lots of it. Per Hour.
Closing his eyes and slowly counting to ten, Light vaguely heard Mr. Carrot say that the only thing left was an interview (to get an 'opinion of him'… pfft, sure), and that would conclude business, and he would get back to Light if he got the position.
Great, 'cause Light could oh-so-obviously not wait till he got this job. How did he know he'd get the job? Simple. When you looked like Light, a job of this sort would fit as impeccably as Lights tailored clothes.
If he didn't end up getting the job (which he won't), it'll be because Light didn't have an ounce of unflattering fat in his whole body.
"You can do it Light! I'm sure you'll do fine!" Matsuda gave me a hearty (evil) grin and a parting pat (punch) on the back (ouch), leaving the large, desk and easel filled room to allow Light and Mr. Carrot Top to have some privacy. As if they needed it. Any and all of the things that the veggie boy would ask, Matsuda would probably already know.
Light gave out a slow exhalation of air that could almost be a sigh, giving his hair a small flip and moving a percentage of his attention to the… would he be called an orangette?
"So, Mr. Yagami, have you had any experience in this field before?"
Orange head makes it seem like he gets drugged up on oranges or something… wait, any experience in this field? What the fuck would I say if I did? Oh, yes, I've gotten naked so people can draw me millions of times. Sure. As if.
"No."
He looked a little bit unsure about it. Right, cause when you're (not really) trying to get a job, you tell them you have no experience.
"Uhm, okay, well you have to start somewhere. Why are you interested in this job?"
I'm not. I don't want to start ANYWHERE. But I need money, or else I'm going to be kicked out of my apartment in about a month and a half, maybe two if I stop buying coffee (BLASPHEMY), and this job pays in the three digits per hour… but if I want that three digit per hour pay, should I say that? No… well, changing from charmingly polite to full out charm mode. He probably won't remember what I've actually said after this but…those three digits really are appealing…
Light gave him a slow smile, noting that his already red face got just that little bit more flushed, tilting his head at that angle so that his hair would drape just so, then gave a slow blink.
Don't ask why people seemed to think that it was attractive, but the slow blink, paired with the head tilt and the equally slow smile apparently made everything Light did seem more personal. Like he was intentionally attractive just for you, yes you, and only your opinion matters…
Some people can delude themselves in amazing ways…
As a test, Light once did it in one of his classes, at a time where he knew he was going to sneeze (he could feel it coming), and had just managed not to get any of the fluids that resulted from his classmates on himself.
Yes, the slow smile/blink and head tilt combo could make a sneeze sexy.
Half of the class as well as the teacher were sent to the hospital due to blood loss that day…
Keeping his voice smooth and low, Light gave some dumbass reason that only mentioned money once (he wasn't going to lie entirely), and some other fluff comments that said less than what the orange haired guy probably got from it.
The Archie (*1) wanna-be kept looking at Light even after he stopped talking, an unfocused look in his eyes and a dazed smile on his face.
After a few minutes of this, Light asked, in as tentative a voice as he could manage, if that was all, not giving away that he'd much rather be at home writing than being here.
But that was a problem in itself. Light had writers block, so he couldn't write anything that he had a real interest in. and that, as well as a need of cash, had led him to call Matsuda about this job.
Leaving the art room and its blushing occupant (who was still dazzled and telling him that he'd call the next day to tell if he got the job or not {as if there was a possibility he wouldn't}), and made his way out of the building and on his way back to his apartment.
His... friend Matsuda had called Light up a few months ago, talking excitedly about how one of his old friends (that orange haired guy…?) was overseeing this class and had asked him if he had known anyone who would be a good model. Matsuda had asked what kind of person his friend had wanted for this, and the description given had caused him to immediately think of Light.
The friend had said that he wanted to go for something different. Most of the other art teachers had gotten larger models, to show the play of light and shadow, but this guy had apparently thought that his students should get an array of different kinds of models. He'd already gotten in a couple of the larger models, and his students were adept at drawing them, enough so that instead of the hour-per-pose that they were given, they instead only needed half an hour to 40 minutes to draw and shade. So, to give a change of pace, he instead wanted someone, male or female, who was slim, fairly fit, and more magazine 'model-like' than the others.
The guy had also admitted to Matsuda that slimmer figures were apparently harder to draw in some cases, if only because the smallest mistakes were the more noticeable ones. But he needed the model in the next couple of weeks, maybe a month. (*2)
So Matsuda had called up Light immediately, categorizing him as a model-like figure as well as assessing that Light was fit and slim, and since Light didn't currently have a job, it was convenient!
And Light, still going to university at the time, had promptly told him no.
Light had figured that if he needed any cash while he was still in school he could always help out with a case, and that was what he did. Matsuda knew that, being on the workforce himself and having worked with Light when he helped his father with a case (heck, it's how the MET), but he still took the time to try to swindle Light into going for an interview.
At the time, Light had told Matsuda in no uncertain terms that he didn't have any kind of fantasy to get drawn naked by a bunch of strangers in any way, and that he would NOT say yes to this.
Light sighed, making his way up the stairs that led to his apartment, pulling out his keys and unlocking the door.
Yet he went.
He got interviewed.
And he'd be going in to the job in just a couple of days.
"Is everything in order?"
"Yes L, you'll be going to an art school about an hour away. You'll be going to the morning and afternoon classes, rather than going to other classes…. Though, I have to ask, how is going to an art class a change of pace?"
L gave a smile to his caretaker, either side of his mouth curling up and inwards, his round dark eyes told the older man that his charge was delighted inside with his solution to his artists block.
"I just don't want to change. Where can you go where you can dress the way you want, act the way you want, eat what you want, and not have anyone be able to say anything about it, so long as it's legal?"
Watari pondered this for a moment, placing a plate full of an assortment of cookies in front of the erratic artist, smiling himself when e realized exactly how L had come to the conclusion.
"I see… and I'm sure that the large donation that you said to include would help keep anyone from asking in any case… and am I right in guessing that you don't want to abandon your work, even for a temporary artists block?"
L's smile widened around the chocolate chip cookie he now had in his mouth.
"you've got it… and I figure that if I have something not of my choosing to focus on, that's as much of a change of pace as anything else would be… hnh, maybe I should have just drawn things from the internet, but… no, that wouldn't be as good, and I don't want to… copy others works," L said the word like it left a bad taste in his mouth, his mouth twisting to the side slightly, bringing the few crumbs stuck to it with it, a small crease forming between his eyebrows.
L didn't like copying. If it's already been done, why do it again?
If you like someone else's work so much that you want to o the same thing, then at least make it original. There's no point in doing it otherwise… it'd be like trying to copy someone else's personality… no fun for you or the person you're imitating… L knew firsthand about that.
Watari nodded in understanding, pulling papers from a cabinet and giving them to L for inspection.
"Here are the forms stating that you, Ryuuzaki Hideki, are to go to the school for the art classes. They sent back this package," and here Watari handed L another package, "including a list of what you are expected to bring in to class with you, or else the money required to purchase the materials from the school itself. They also included a course outline sheet with the package, seeing as how you are not beginning at the beginning of the semester. You start the day after tomorrow, on Monday."
L, picking up either end of the course outline sheet delicately between his thumb and forefinger as if someone had just used it for something unsanitary, scanned over the page, passing the prices for materials that were listed at the top of the page (unimportant), and moved to the courses.
The smile that had slowly faded to a neutral look over time came back as a small smirk.
"Apparently the current subject is Life Drawing…"
L had never had the inclination to draw naked people… the idea of having a chubby person (for they all seem to believe that chubby is the way to go if you want to be a life drawing model) pose for him to draw hadn't seemed that appealing.
But then again, the idea of even a slim person modeling for him to draw had only a spark of interest for him… at least the larger models had a bit more of a mind… the slimmer models always seemed to think that this was one step towards being on the cover of some magazine, that if they were drawn naked by the right person that they'd be discovered and truck loads of cash will start rolling in for them…
Right, because the naked drawings of a university student will draw attention to the MODEL rather than to the artist…
In any case, chubby or anorexic models aside, having a drawing assigned to him… well that would be interesting.
Yes, this would be a change of pace indeed…
How do you dress, Light wondered, when you're going to go get naked in front of a class?
Should he dress simply? Well he certainly wasn't going to go in naked…
If he got dressed as if he was trying to impress someone, would that be redundant since he'd be taking everything off anyway?
Does it really matter? It's all coming off anyway…
But no, Light couldn't just put on jeans and a tee and be done with it—well; he could (and actually did) put on jeans and a t-shirt, but he couldn't be messy about it.
Light put on a white clean-cut button-down, nothing underneath it since it was solid enough of a white that aside from getting soaked, it wouldn't reveal anything.
Well, that and the weather was warm enough that day to allow him not to increase his laundry load. Laundry detergent was getting pretty expensive… it was either wearing less clothes, or buy less coffee, not that hard of a decision actually…
Mmm, coffee…
After showering, getting dressed, and getting breakfast and coffee, Light headed to the university, a heavy feeling of dread lying like a lump of lead in his stomach.
What the hell is actually going to happen? Light wasn't worried about having to stay still for long periods of time, nor was he worried about how strenuous some of the poses were going to be.
Why? Oh, Light did yoga. He had been since before high school, and regardless of what his male 'friends' said, it wasn't a girly thing to do. And Light proved it every gym class when he outshone them with his skill and endurance. Okay, sure, some of that was just because Light had a natural affinity to most (all) things, including sports, but for some reason being able to label some of his athleticism to doing yoga made the male populace of his schools happier.
It helped Lights already high popularity with the female populace skyrocket too, so there usually wasn't any problem with any of his acquaintances, not to mention that it solidified that while yoga was done by mostly females, that means that any classes Light had were filled with girls.
Flexible, fit girls.
And any time those odd male few made a suggestion about what they could do with him to test out his limberness; Light didn't even have to show them, only using his Level Three descriptive prowess to get them to run away.
But yoga or not, Light still didn't know how the hell this would work. Heck, how was he supposed to act? Welcoming? No, that seems a bit off…
Oh, wait; Level Three was never described, was it?
Well, just as a recap, Level One is cliché and clumsy (clumsy as in there's an attempt at a level three but it fails horribly), and Level Two descriptions are useful and are to the point (see description just used to get an idea of them—{useful and to the point}).
Level Three's are the descriptions that stuck with you. Starting off as a level two, a writer can build off of it, making it unique yet still to the point, giving an interesting image to the reader that stays with them. One such description that one of Lights brighter Lit. Teachers had told, though disgusting, was "shit green."
Though what it was used to describe is lost, that really is a good description. Sure, you hear that something is emerald green, grass green, apple green… well, if you heard that someone's eyes were shit green, wouldn't you remember that more than that their eyes were grass green?
"Liiiiight!!!!" a too-cheerful (for this early in the morning) voice called out, jerking Light out of his thoughts.
Oh, great, why is he here?
Light was at the steps leading into the brick building that made up the art department of the university, and there was Matsuda, waving crazily (and gaining stares), his big cheerful (and mildly evil) grin on his face. Why the hell would he come here?
A sudden thought made Light falter in his steps, blood draining from his face rapidly and a dizzying/sickening overtaking him.
—noooo, he couldn't—he couldn't be TAKING the class—no, he's too—no, he's MATSUDA, I won't have to get NAKED in front of Matsuda!
Oblivious to his thoughts, Matsuda continued waving as if he hadn't already seen the idiot. A shiver of disgust dripped its way down from the top of his head, moving down his spine and across his shoulders, pausing at his stomach long enough to make him queasy before moving back up, raising the hair at the nape of his neck. The feeling was very much like what Light imagined having an egg dropped on your head would feel like, cold egg yolk and white clinging to everything…
It was not a pleasant thought, and Light shoved the thought of Matsuda seeing him naked as well as the mental image of having an egg broken over his head into a not so little box at the back of his mind labeled "Things That Will NOT Happen," and instead walked calmly (if not a little stiffly) towards his friend (in the LOOSEST of terms), intent on making sure that one subject in the "TTWNH" box would stay in the "TTWNH" box. But before Light could even open his mouth, Matsuda answered his question.
"Oh, hey Light," why are you talking like you just noticed me when you were nearly disjointing you arm with your waving earlier…? "I just came by today to make sure that you got here on time… but looking at your record, it seems kind of redundant…" oh my, a big word.
"Oh, and I was also coming in here to make sure that you were all settled in with this and everything!" settled in and everything? How do you get settled in when your job is to get naked and stand very still? And what's everything? There is no everything! There's just me getting naked in front of a room full of strangers! Fuck, after this I'm only going to be a hop, a skip, and a tranquilizer gun away from a one way trip to a padded room and a straight jacket…
But no, Light did not mention any of this, simply keeping calm (at least on the outside) and not hitting Matsuda over the head with a rolled up newspaper… or a stick… or a crow bar…
"…Right… well, I'm just going to head inside now…" to my doom, but Light decided to leave the end of that sentence alone in his thoughts.
Walking to the room ("Room 1827!" {*3} called Matsuda happily), Light was happy (relieved) to find that there were only a few students setting up for the class. That meant that he had a little more time before he had to admit that he was relieved. Taking a seat that was set up by the wall, Light sat down, leaning his head back slightly and closing his eyes, ignoring the looks he received from the few students that were already there as well as mostly ignoring the chatter about the current case that Matsuda was working on. He kept half an ear to that, listening for something that he didn't already know about the case.
Maybe he could work on a mystery…? Some kind of detective story would work… but Light wanted to do something with a bit more of a fantasy-type feel to it…
More and more students made their way into the classroom at an almost steady trickle, all of them sending glances at Light as they set up their easels around the empty space that dominated the middle of the room.
The room itself, though Light hadn't given it much of a glance when he got inside today, was easily pictured, even with his eyes still closed. One wall made up of shelving, filled with art supplies and paper of different sizes and colours, boxes full of what Light figured to be maybe Canvas and frames Stacked in corners. Giant rolls of more canvas were leaned up against the walls, waiting for someone to stretch the material across an empty frame.
Two walls were dominated by a line of windows, giving more light than the square fluorescent lights that were hung from the ceiling.
All set up facing inwards, an array of desks and odd bench things that had grooves in the seat as well as a tall plank held up against one of the narrower sides that Light vaguely remembered from one conversation or another to be a… horse? It sounded right, but he knew that he was missing one part of the name, but he honestly couldn't care less about what it was. It probably made it so that the wanna-be artist could straddle the bench thing and lean up a canvas or board or something against the tall part of it and draw. (*4)
In the very center of the room, at the centroid of the circle the desks and horse-things made was a platform of sorts that Light didn't even bother trying to fool himself about its purpose.
Peeking one of his eyes open and giving a quick scan of how many students there were as well as glancing at the clock (approximately 13 students {8 girls to 5 boys}, Matsuda (GO AWAY!), the orange haired guy {unnatural!}, and there's about 8 minutes left until class officially starts {please no more people!}), Light gave a glare at the podium.
That was the place where Light would have to be stripped to his birthday suit and be drawn… ugh, that makes it seem like someone else is going to get him undressed, and Light couldn't help but think that an appropriate ending of that sentence would be 'drawn and quartered'… that certainly seems like what he had signed himself up for, or at least that would be the equivalent for the comfort level…
Peeling his glare from the platform, Light turned his attention towards the still chattering Matsuda, only toning the glare down a little bit.
Sure, it was because of Matsuda that he was here, but it's also because of Matsuda that Light was introduced to those three wonderful digits of pay-per-hour that would save Light, his coffee, and his apartment. Light could keep his apartment without giving up his coffee, he could keep his coffee without giving up his apartment, and Light himself would be able to stay out of his parent's house.
A win-win situation… especially with the last point.
Light knew that it was a horrible thing to think, but the only person that he actually missed in that house was his little sister, Sayu.
His mother only cared about marks when he was in school, and Light was sure that that would be transferred to money income now that he wasn't in school anymore.
His father had a dream that he'd graduate and go to the police force, or maybe get a job as a Private detective, and when Light had announced that no, he wasn't doing either of those things, his father had figured that he'd be a lawyer or something of the sort since he had the credentials from night school mixed with online courses mixed in with regular school, and he'd nearly fainted when he found out that his genius son wanted to be a writer of all things.
Well, that was pretty much blasphemy in Lights fathers eyes.
Now SAYU on the other hand, aside from occasionally (a lot) asking for help with her homework, well, she didn't ask anything from Light except to be friends. Yup, friends.
She'd known about Light's wish to be a writer, she'd known about the borderline best-seller that Light had given in when he was 15 under the penname Kira (*5) (and got a good deal of money from it that's sent to his bank account with any earnings he still gets from it), and she was the first and only person that Light yelled at.
He felt bad about it, yelling and ranting about their parents to his little sister, and there was the fear that she'd go tell their parents all about it, but she'd sat there in his room, watching and listening to him storm around his room on a night that their parents were out, ranting and yelling about—everything. She'd watched, listened, and then calmly told him that he was acting stupid. THEN she told him in a no-nonsense voice that he was stupid because he hadn't come to her when he was feeling that stressed, and that if he didn't come to her before he got stressed like this, then there would be consequences. Then she gave him a look.
Any words that even a great writer like Light may have given to describe the look would have fallen short a few hundred miles of its mark, so let's just leave it as a look.
"—ohp! I guess I should be going now Light, it looks like class is starting soon! I'll see you later then! (*6)"
A quick glance at the clock showed that Matsuda was actually right, and at that moment Light was torn between happiness that the way too chipper man was leaving and a feeling of dread/fear that was squirming in his stomach at what that meant.
The toxic-orange haired guy who Light couldn't seem to remember the name of stood up in front of the much larger class (the numbers nearly doubled!!! Twenty-fucking-two!!! How many students are allowed per class?!), quieting the low murmur that was coming from the students.
Pulling his crossed arms tighter across his chest, Light went through his steps to stay calm and collected, to put on a likeable face for the students, but not a cocky one. Wow, that was really misplaced word for this situation, but Light wasn't about to think about that for too long.
"As I told you before, we have a new model for today. Today's model is different from our previous ones," no duh, "and I hope that you'll be able to find inspiration when drawing him," pervert teaching perverts… oh, no, he's motioning for me to get up… okay, smile slightly, no slow blink, don't want blood on your shirt, put neutral look on face, walk towards him… introduce self, nothing else… great, talk, talk, talk about the apparent and obvious difference between me and larger models… okay, going to corner to get changed… undressed… whatever…
Ignore the twenty-two sets of eyes watching me undress because they're perverts, avoid embarrassing yourself more than you have to and DON'T try to cover yourself when you walk the 6 steps to the platform, do NOT allow the blush that's trying to come on to appear because it will show EVERYWHERE, don't give them that satisfaction… do NOT punch the boy with the bad hair job when he starts pointing out the differences that he already said earlier, no matter that he deserves it for getting his sweaty little paws that close to me… okay, breath, breath… so what's the first pose?
Standing… wow, how challenging… and it's going to change every hour? Less if everyone finished quickly? Well aren't they just a bunch of little Van Gogh's… oh, jeeze, just adding to the complexity of this pose, I'm supposed to have my right arm across my stomach and on my left hip, left arm behind my back in the same way but resting the back of my hand against my right hip… joy of joys… Ignore the giggling and the blushes, ignore the multitude of people sporting nose-bleeds…
"And Start!" the annoying little carrot man practically shouted. What? Does he think he's starting a race?
Resisting the temptation to sigh, Light gave a quick look around the room, eyeing the people who were ogling his fit and slim body like he was a hunk of chocolate in front of a horde of fat kids.
Their looks were fairly varied, but most were dressed 'artistically', which consisted of dark gothic clothes to garishly bright clothes, to tutus to 'gangster' pants and Sponge Bob boxers/panties, and—
Slightly to the left from directly in front of Light, there was a strange crouched person not trying to look unique and artistic like everyone else… baggy jeans and a long sleeved white shirt, a mess of what could be the very definition of unruly black locks set upon a pale faced head, and, just under a flick of inky black hair stared out the blackest—and he really meant it—the Blackest eyes Light Yagami had ever seen.
TBC
*1– Archie Wanna be– you know, from the Archie comics? With Jughead and Veronica and Betty? If you don't know of it then you need to go out more…
*2 – talk about how the skinny models are harder to draw than the bigger figures– I'm not just shitting this… I've had to do model drawings and the slimmer figures are HARD to do… in class, we had to draw a bigger lady, and she was pretty easy to draw (even if I HATE foreshortening) and I tried drawing a skinnier person from a pic online (cause some people have too much time and put up pics of ppl naked online {and no, I didn't look up porn}) to see the difference and it was EVIL!… If I had to draw a figure like Light, then I wouldn't have bothered with drawing and just take pics instead! :D
*3 –Room 1827 – this is my fav pairing in KHR! I realize this has no relevance in the story, but if you like this pairing then review and tell me so! If I get 20+ reviews saying they like it, then I'll make a story filled with 1827 ficlets :P
*4 – the bench thing that I can't remember the name of – I think it's called a drawing horse, and my school has a bunch of these, but I seriously can't remember the name…
*5 – Kira – c'mon, you know that it would have to show up somewhere in this fic… :3 and you know that you smiled/smirked when you saw it (or at least you are while you're reading this)
*6 – all the "!'s" – doesn't everything this guy say seem like it needs a '!' at the end of it?
And okay, that's the end of that chapter!
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