Light Yagami
That was a close one. I shrank back on the rooftop, watching the man sprint back inside, calling for my father. Chief Yagami, that name could only belong to my dad. The boy, the human had seen him, almost ruining his plan - Light was lucky in that the man's mind was still young and impressionable; the human mind is accustom to making excuses for what they see. I wasn't sure if any of the other vampires had been captured, but I was pleased to see Ryuk walk out unharmed. In fact, I was sure he was walking to find a new snack.
If only the police hadn't gotten involved. We could have handled it easily, but once the door flew open, in the true police style, the guns came out. Too bad I couldn't finish off my meal, Takuo Shibuimaru had gone out for a smoke, making him an all too target. I heard the shots and quickly scrambled away from the scene. L may think I was here and he was right, but I knew he could never know it was me. On the other hand, I didn't have any clue as to figure out who he was either. Another complication: my father. My father had joined the Kira Case, and by doing so he was indirectly hunting his own son. I wondered that if he knew it was me, that I was alive and I was Kira, would be stop working to catch me? I seriously didn't believe so, because my father would try and stop Kira, no matter if it was me. I was killing 'innocent' people. If you consider hard criminals innocent.
Pushing myself away from my hide out, I walked silently through the chaotic mob of police officers. They hardly noticed me; they were too worried about the causalities on both sides of the line. The place reeked of blood and my throat ached and burned. I could feel my eyes clouding over from bloodlust, I had to get away. Now.
Five blocks away from the crime scene, the scent washed away and I could only hear a faint squeal of the sirens. Another bar was on this street, along with many closed shops and a few houses. The bar seemed far less crowded than the last. There were even a few women working the drinks behind the counter. Maybe I could coax them out to the back and get my fill. Then I could concentrate on what happened and get my head straight, I had to plan my next act.
No one looked up when I entered through the door. As I did, the silly myth that vampires had to be invited into a home to be aloud in passed through my head. Perhaps the person who came up with that load of crap was involved with an overly polite vampire. I've met a few of my own. I was not very polite, to be honest.
Music wasn't blaring trough the speakers, but my high sense of hearing made everything all the louder. I could hear every conversation going on in the bar, and some other ones going on a few houses away. Walking up to the bar, I ordered red wine. The woman - no, girl - looked at me with obvious interest, but didn't say anything. If only everyone was like this girl, I didn't care if they looked, but unless they wanted to give free blood donations, I wasn't interested. Right now I was more in tune with the other woman behind the bar. She was tending to another man who was sitting near me on the row of stools by the counter. She had a very decent looking neck at the moment and I felt my mouth water. She may have felt my eyes on her because she turned to me and grinned. I smirked back.
She sauntered over my way, seeming to forget the man she was getting the order from.
"Why, hello." she purred.
"Hello," I greeted. "Done with his order?"
Her eyes flicked to the man, "No, actually. I'm sorry. Sir, what'll you have?" she asked him.
"How about a glass of water? Got any sugar packets?" he said, his voice shocked me with it's cold nonchalance. I couldn't get a good look at his face from his position. He sat on the stool in the most uncomfortable position I could imagine. His thighs were against his chest, both feet propped on the edge of the seat. A fetal position while sitting up, basically. One hand was resting on his knee, and his other was on his face. I could only guess that part; because his long, wild, black hair covered everything his face could offer.
The woman who was bartending, her name card read: Suki, gave him a strange look that he didn't see. "Yeah, I guess." She walked over to a sink on the far side of the drink mixers. She filled a glass with water, walked back to the man, and gave it to him.
"Sugar packets?" he asked again.
"Right," Suki murmured, and looked around for the packets. She found some, and slid two of them to him.
"Only two," he said, it was quiet and not meant for Suki to hear. He sighed slightly but opened the containers. He lifted his head and held the packs over him, like he was looking at a one-hundred dollar bill, checking for faulty money. He tore open the slip and held the sugar so high over the cup it was as if he wanted to make a mess. The small crystals landed in the glass, surprisingly, and he watched them with some interest.
"Weirdo," Suki grumbled. "I bet he's drunk."
"If I was drunk wouldn't I have asked for a glass of sake, and not water?" the man asked, never taking his eyes off of the falling sugar. Well, that's what I was guessing. I still couldn't see his face.
Suki spluttered at him, "I guess, but who puts sugar in water? That can't be healthy. Bet it'll make you fat."
"On the contrary, it does not. And anyway, I find that you can burn calories as long as you use your brain." he said it with such obvious seriousness, that it questioned Suki's intelligence.
"Hmph! So now you're calling me stupid?" she sneered.
The guy didn't reply, but he began swirling the sugar in the water with a spoon. I wasn't sure where he got it, but he acted like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Did you hear about that criminal raid down the road?" Suki asked me suddenly.
I kept my face calm as I answered. "Raid? No, I'm sorry, I haven't. What happened?"
"I dunno. I was here the whole night. A few men came in right before you, saying a bunch of police were at that bar down there, I think Namasaki owns it."
"Right. I remember that place. I haven't been in there for a long time, though." I lied.
"Interesting," the man beside me mused. "Because I thought you were just there."
"Um, I'm sorry, Mr.…?"
"You can call me Ryuzaki."
"Okay, Ryuzaki, why would you think I was just at a police filled bar?"
"Well," he said, picking up his glass and sipping it. "If you had been walking this way for the amount of time the police must have arrived, I know you should have heard the sirens."
"Sirens are blaring all the time in Tokyo; you think I'll notice a few more?" I asked, trying to reason my way out of this.
"Perhaps not…" he mumbled.
"I'm sure you can't be thinking I'm a cop or something?" I exclaimed, putting on a large, fake grin. I knew for a fact that this wasn't what he was thinking.
"Hmm, no. I do not believe you are a police officer."
"Good to know." I picked up my newly acquired red wine and took a sip. The liquid slid down my throat with ease, but it didn't saint any of the thirst. It was simply for show. A show I would regret later when I had to bring the overpriced drink back up.
"What's your name anyway?" Suki asked, leaning over the counter and giving both of us a view of her substantial breasts.
"Light Yagami." I answered.
"Oooh, Light? That's a unique name!" she squealed.
"I've been told that my whole life." I threw in a grin for good measure.
"Yagami…?" Ryuzaki asked. He still hadn't taken his eyes away from his drink.
"Yes? Do you recognize the name?"
"Yes… I know a Soichiro Yagami."
My father? I tried my best to hide the shock, because I didn't want to seem suspicious.
"I guess Yagami is a more common name than Ah!" Letting out a strangled gasp from a sharp stab of pain that shot up my arm. Willing myself to look down at my arm, half expecting it to be burning, and saw a bright, shinning… handcuff on my wrist?
"What?" I yelled.
Suki squeaked as she noticed the handcuff on my right arm. Why did it burn so much? The simple metal of the new appendage was relatively light, but perhaps there was a curse on it. I had no other explanation for the pain.
"I'm afraid you are under arrest, Yagami-kun." Ryuzaki told me.
"Why?" I asked, struggling against the restraint. Why in the world was I struggling against the thing as if it were bonded to my skin? I should be able to break through this thing like it was a tooth pick. Yet… I couldn't.
"I know for a fact you were at that raid, Yagami-kun. I do not know why, but I'm afraid I have to take you in regardless. I'm sure your father would enjoy seeing you. You were said to be dead, you know." he said, finally turning toward me. He had dark eyes, dark enough to be black and I couldn't see his pupils. He also had dark circles under his eyes, like every night of sleep he had was plagued with nightmares. Those eyes were emotionless, depthless, but his mouth was set in a small frown as if he was too lazy to really arrest me. Then he raised his hand up to his face and clicked the other handcuff to his wrist.
What. The. Hell?
Where was the shock of pain for him?
"What's with the face?" Ryuzaki asked, cocking his head to the right.
"Besides the fact that I'm now handcuffed to you?" I asked sarcastically. "I could get away, I could kill you."
Suki gasped and flicked away to find the other waitress.
Ryuzaki raised an eyebrow. "Then what? You have no key, would you like carrying around a dead body? I hear the smells unbearable."
I glared at him ruefully.
Just then, the door to the bar opened, and there stood my father.
"Ah, Mr. Yagami, thank you for appearing so quickly. I know you were busy down the street." my capture said, oh so politely.
"No, no problem, Ryuzaki." My father was openly gaping at me. "Light? Is that really you?"
I couldn't exactly say, "No, sir. I'm not. I just have the same name and look a lot like him, but it's not me."
What I did do was try and run. Only problem, was I had a burning piece of metal infused in my skin and a cop on the other end. That didn't stop me from trying, though. Jerking away from the bar, I flung my right arm out and yanked at the chain that connected Ryuzaki and I. He shot forward toward me, and I took off. Bursting past my father and the other police men.
"Light!" Dad called. I ignored him. Running as fast as I could was harder with a guy trailing, attached to me, unfortunately.
I glanced back at him, his hair was blowing away from his face and his eyes never showed a hint of any emotion. I glared at him, willing him to be mad or scared or something! Of course he didn't reply to the glare. He was beneath him, obviously.
Just then, a flash of black clouded my vision to my left. The blob slowed and I could make out Ryuk's form while running. Ryuk kept up at my pace easily, he was a vampire.
"You in trouble, Light?" he asked.
"No, whatever gave you that idea?" I snarled. "We need to get out of here. Now."
"Right. Okay. But you'll owe me, Light."
Some vampires have the ability to fly, well not fly, but more like dash through the air. To human eyes, it would seem Ryuk, Ryuzaki, and disappeared. After a few moments of waiting, we were standing outside my apartment door. I didn't waste any time shoving through the door, foregoing the lock and slamming it shut.
Of course Misa wasn't here; she was off on a mission for me in the central region of Mt. Fuji. The thought made me relax. I didn't need to hear that high pitched voice right now. I did have to deal with another, softer voice, though.
"Nice place, but it's a bit dark." Ryuzaki mused.
"Be quiet."
"Oh? Now you want peace? Very well, but I don't appreciate you kidnapping me."
"I did not kidnap you! You handcuffed us together!"
"In the attempt to keep you in the same place, I'm not as weak as I look, but obviously you are stronger."
I couldn't help the grin the crossed my lips. "Of course I am."
"Light," Ryuk called from the kitchen. "What are you doing with this guy? And handcuffed? Are you on that side? I was wondering why you didn't like Misa…"
If I could have blushed, I probably would have then. (Vampire's can't blush.) But the chagrin was mostly evident on my face now.
"No! This guy handcuffed me, and I got away. I can't even touch these freaking things without burning myself!"
"Oh? Burn?" he asked. Ryuk proceeded to walk toward us, grabbing my arm; he lifted it and then hissed, throwing my arm back. "Silver."
"Silver?"
"Yeah, silver's bad for us." he said, glancing at Ryuzaki.
"What?" I asked with a slight chuckle was forming in my throat. It was too ridiculous. "Isn't that just werewolves?"
"Werewo -? No. It affects us as well, like a barrier. So we can't get past it without it burning our skin."
"And you tell me now!" I exclaimed.
"Most of us don't ever mess with silver. We never really have to. Most of us can sense when silver's near, too." Well, I apparently couldn't.
"May I cut in?" Ryuzaki asked. "What are you both talking about?"
Ryuk turned to him and chuckled.
"You really wanna know?" I watched Ryuk leaned toward and grinned at Ryuzaki. "I would like to know, yes."
"We're vampires,"
My eyes about popped out of my head. Was the vampire thing no longer a secret?
"What's with that face, Light?" Ryuk asked.
"What's with my face! Why did you just tell "
"I thought you were just being shy about the whole homo thing. You were serious? You're not?"
I growled. "I. Am. Not. Gay!"
"Okay, okay. Jeez." Ryuk held his hands up in a surrendering gesture.
"A vampire?" Ryuzaki asked. He didn't sounds curious though, just indifferent. "How is that?"
"I turned Light." Ryuk told him.
"How?"
"A bite. You don't watch many vampire movies, do you?"
"No, not really." he mumbled. "I suppose it makes sense though, considering
Yagami-kun's disappearance. You're father was quite worried, Light-kun."
I flinched. I didn't want to hear about my father. If I could help it, I rarely thought of him or my old family. It would have been better for my father to think I was dead. It was now a lot more complicated. Who knows what he's thinking? His son, being gone for months and suddenly appearing, alive, and chained to Ryuzaki?
I wondered briefly if Ryuzaki was on the Kira case, but asking would bring attention to it. It would be stupid of me, to bring more attention, the attention I've been trying to hide, to myself.
I did tell him that it would have been better for my father to think I was dead. He agreed slightly, slightly because he told me that my dad was more determined to be a better police officer and father. That he thought it was because I couldn't be a police officer anymore, so he was doing it for me. I didn't like the latter thought, but I understood why he thought that was true. It probably was, knowing my father. And now, my dad knew I was alive, and that I'd stolen Ryuzaki, Ryuzaki reminded me. Again I argued that I had not stolen anyone, that Ryuzaki had handcuffed me to him, so it wasn't my fault. Ryuzaki bluntly ignored me, and proceeded to search the apartment. I had to follow him, seeing as we were attached at the wrist. He didn't mind telling me the things he thought I should change about the place, especially the lights. Ryuk was laughing and following us around with an amused smile. He told Ryuzaki that light was painful to a vampire's eyes, which was why we didn't go out during the day. I thought that would be obvious to anyone, but of course Ryuzaki hadn't seen many vampire movies, like he said, so he had no idea. (The whole, vampire's burn in the sun, yeah, wrong. The light is unbearable sometimes, though.)
Another thing Ryuzaki asked was where my girlfriend was, the question was brought on when he saw Misa's clothes lying around the last room in the apartment, the bedroom. I cursed myself for not cleaning that up. Many of her skirts were scattered on the floor, along with a few shirts, and a bra that was hanging on the bathroom handle. Why hadn't I noticed that Misa was this messy?
"Well," Ryuk announced. "I guess you are straight!" His laughed echoed through the tiny dwelling.
I glared at him, but answered Ryuzaki's question. "Out of town, visiting family."
"Hmm," he said, poking the bra like he wasn't sure what it was. I snatched it up and shoved it in the closet. Ryuzaki looked amused and shocked at my outburst.
"What are you gonna do now, Light?" Ryuk asked, once the 'tour' was over and Ryuzaki and I were sitting on the couch. Well, I was sitting; Ryuzaki was more crouching like how he'd sat on the stool in the bar.
"Well, I kinda wish you'd tell me how to get these handcuffs off."
"A key." Ryuk said, raising his eyebrow, and looking at me like I was the dumbest person ever.
I turned to Ryuzaki. He looked stunned again, which was easy. His eyes still looked wide and tired and pupil-less.
"Why… I seem to have lost the key on the way here. That flying was pretty disheveling." he said, in that casual tone that pissed me off.
I clinched my hands, trying very hard not to punch him in the face. Ryuk laughed again.
"Well, you could get a human to snap the silver. I'm sure it's not that hard to do." Ryuk said helpfully.
I nodded uselessly. I didn't know when I could get this to happen. It would have to be before Misa got back, which should be within the week. I didn't know what human would have the items to cut the silver. I didn't make human friends.
"What time is it?" Ryuzaki asked suddenly.
My head turned to the electric clock sitting on the table beside the couch. It read: 4:38am. I told Ryuzaki this. His back slumped, and he looked utterly exhausted. Another thing I realized. I knew it already, but humans did need sleep. And I didn't. Ryuzaki would have to sleep, and I couldn't go out during the day. I would have to be close to him while he slept, the handcuff's chain wasn't very long...
Click, click, click. The ideas snapped together inside my head and I knew I'd have to be with Ryuzaki while he slept.
The idea didn't warm my heart, to say the least.
Ryuk seemed to be taken back from knowing the time. He mumbled too lowly for Ryuzaki to hear, "I gotta get going. Sunrise." I nodded back, and watched him flit out of the apartment.
"Where has he gone?" Ryuzaki asked. His eyes looked lazy, and tired.
"He had to go home." I answered, partly honestly. Ryuzaki nodded sleepily. "That's not very smart, Ryuzaki. Falling asleep with a hungry vampire chained to you."
"I believe you will not do that, Yagami-kun. You don't seem hungry to me."
I wasn't particularly hungry, in fact, the dull ache in my throat was normal. I wouldn't think of it unless it was brought up. Like when you breathe and you don't think about doing it until someone brings it up. It was as easy as breathing, and I didn't even need such a mundane action.
"Still not smart, I could kill you."
"It's not like you to kill me. I've really brought no harm to you." he mumbled, as if it was senseless to think he didn't know everything about me.
Other hand the burning silver handcuff and I knew that wasn't meant to hurt me he hadn't marred me, despite my "kidnapping" him. I sighed.
"Light, may I be so rude to ask if this is where I'll be sleeping?" He just asked, while evidently asking if it was okay to ask. Clever.
It would have been nice to offer the bed, I hardly ever used it except to try and relax. But, as long as we were handcuffed I couldn't walk five feet away from Ryuzaki without the chain snagging I'd be as close to Ryuzaki as much as I didn't want. The couch would be safer, but it wasn't very comfortable, and it was darker in the bedroom… I sighed again.
"It would be the better choice, going to the bedroom." I said.
"Or perverted." Ryuzaki announced. "But that's nice of you. I never met a polite vampire."
"I am not a pervert, and I am polite." I imagined going, hi, nice to meet you, I am the polite vampire. I want to be your friend, not suck your blood, and I would hold my hand out in a very well-bred manner.
Ryuzaki yawned next to me; he didn't even get to raise his hand to cover his mouth before the yawn was over. He was really tired.
I stood and Ryuzaki did as well, still crouching, so he was a good foot shorter than me. That probably wasn't good for his back, either.
"Do you have anything with sugar?" he asked.
"No, but why would you want sugar products this late at night? Didn't you want to sleep?"
"Yes, but my Well, I don't like referring to him as a butler, but that's basically what he does, he usually gives me something sweet before I go to bed." I pictured a man in a suit, saying, "Master Ryuzaki, here are your milk and cookies." I didn't expect Ryuzaki to have a butler, and I didn't know he was obsessed with sweets.
Going to the bedroom; Ryuzaki lied down instantly, and I crawled in with him, seeing as I had no choice. I winced as the metal rubbed against my arm. Tomorrow, I'd search all of Tokyo to find someone to release me.
I exhaled noisily and watched Ryuzaki toss and turn until he looked comfortable. His back faced me, and all I could see was his navy blue jacket, white t-shirt, and ink black hair. He didn't move for a long time, and I wasn't sure how long I watched him. It was soothing, strangely enough, to watch his back rise and fall with his breathes and I started controlling my unnecessary breathing to be in time with his.
I was sure he was asleep and I wasn't even watching his head as I heard, "You have been staring, Light-kun." It was a quiet statement, as if he thought I was sleeping, too. Then silence. I wonder if he was sleep talking, but that declaration was too accurate to be so.
More silence.
After what seems like an hour, Ryuzaki is finally asleep. I found out because I finally got up the nerve to lean over and look. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open, and his thumb on the edge of his chin. He was quite… adorable without those big owl eyes shooting holes through your skull. I reached over, speculating whether Ryuzaki was about to snatch my wrist and wasn't really asleep, and brushed a stand of hair that had fallen over his eyes. He didn't stir. I relaxed. The metal of the chain clanked when I adjusted my body, but the sleeping man didn't awaken.