AUTHOR'S RANT
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I wrote this today during my math exam- It's the exam I hate, so I spent 20 minutes crapping on my paper and the 2 hours writing this story.
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Warning:
Rape. (gasps of horror) no, its not Raito you guys. Or Ryuk. Or L. This is a very weird chapter….but I have to write it to jumpstart my plot.
There's going to be a bit of British slang here. I'm not British,.. but I've been to London at least twice every year( my dad works in the airlines and my mom is obsessed with royal Albert silverware)
I won't be using the "Cockney slang" because it is too confusing to others. And me.
On with the chappie!
Year: 1562
Location: London, England.
" Oi! Yer bunch of blaggers! Bugger off with yer skinny arses!" the baker screamed, waving a hairy fist at the laughing youngsters who are running away with bags of bread.
" Skinny arses? you were looking at our arses again, weren't ye, yer nonse* gimp!"
The baker turned red with fury and embarrassment when the people witnessing it started laughing. The baker growled and tried to chase them, but they were too swift.
They ran merrily out of his sight.
They couldn't stop laughing, all of them. A dark mouse haired boy stopped long enough to open up his bag and take out a loaf of bread.
A strong smell of freshly baked bread permeated the air and made nearly all their stomachs growl.
They ceased their laughing, stopped running and walked slowly, savouring the warm delicious bread…
" You didn't take any, Wolf'' A boy with blonde hair remarked, his mouth full.
" I ate a whole loaf when we were stealing just now, Mum" the black haired boy replied, giving 'Mum' his famous wolfish grin.
" Blimey, you shouldn't smile like that when people are eatin, you look downright
scary wif your weirdly pale skin and sharp teeth, Wolf-
" He can't help the way he looks, Mouse, just like you can't help looking like a runt in a wig-
A round of laughter all around- Wolf especially. He laughed with relief at the change of topic.
He's glad they didn't notice he didn't eat any of the hard, dry, barley bread. He was too full to pretend to enjoy it. He just had his dinner, which consisted of Collar'd Beef, Boiled Partridges, Devonshire White Pot and Shrewsbury Cakes.
He also had two glasses of wine secretly while his father was too busy fawning over the young white faced ladies with big white bosoms and his 'mother' fuming over his lecherous father.
Make that three glasses of red wine.
He is not an orphan.
He is not a street rat.
He is the illegitimate son of a Marquis. Shh.
He was the only son the damned Marquis has, as his wife kept giving birth to dead children.
So he was to be the next Marquis.
He never had any real friends. He disliked pompous gits. They disliked him.
He cared. He doesn't care now. Not when he has these rascals with him.
All of them accepted him completely. He did try hard to look like a poor scruffy urchin. He could do nothing to hide his aristocratic pallor, or his upper class English.
they never really noticed, anyway.
Its probably because their penchant for trouble was sated, or even the hunger in their stomachs were gone, but all the boys decided to call it a night, go sleep somewhere or go back to their homes that were overcrowded with siblings.
they all made a pack to see each other the next night, to hunt their next dinner together.
" I bet yer 10 shillings with more careful planning, we could steal meat next time!" Mouse shouted merrily, which was followed almost immediately by the other rude lads.
" In yer dreams, ya nitwit. Like yer even have 10 shillings!"
" Yer off your rocker, how on earth are we gonna cook it, ye git-
Wolf barked out a laugh and Devil, their leader hushed them, they were making enough noise to wake the whole London.
Not like it sleeps, anyway.
When the last of them were gone, Devil and Wolf looked at each other.
And smirked.
They never sleep at night. Sleep is for children. One should only sleep a few hours in the morning, if one doesn't have anything better to do.
No, they don't sleep. No, they weren't done. They are never done.
They are never done looking for trouble.
Sure, there was a slight thrill in stealing from oblivious pompous gits down the side walk or even stealing their dinner, but it's never as great as the thrill they get from doing more….. evil things.
They walked, in silence, in the darkness, further up east, towards the large lavish mansions.
The further they walked, the nearer they are to his house. His house was empty, except for one guard and servants stealing left over tea leaves.
His parents were at Countess Daniffelle Dufarge's party.
He didn't tell Devil that fact.
Like he was going to tell Devil that particular fact.
They walked some more.
Devil was oddly quiet. Wolf didn't bother him. Usually, when Devil was silent like this, he was scheming. Sooner or later, he'll give orders and they would have some devilish fun.
Devil was an absolute evil genius.
Until right that moment, Wolf could vividly remember sneaking in successfully in Blair Beaumont's bedroom, tying up the fat woman completely.
How she screamed inside her gag was tragic.
They killed her precious cat, tearing it limb from limb, and put the pieces directly on her chest. Wolf also vividly saw the shocked, horrified look on the woman's face when Devil slowly stuffed the kitten's paw in her mouth.
She fainted right after Devil carved Dw on his chest.
Until today, they never found out who Dw was.
Rest assured they never suspected it could be an orphan and a pretend orphan.
Both Devil and Wolf were very tall for their age. For any age, actually. They almost towered over the men. They put a small silver mask they stole from the circus over their boyish faces to hide their true age. Madame Beaumont kept rambling about evil men in the night stripping her pride.
She made it sound like they had raped her.
Even if she paid them thousands in gold, they will not.
Wolf stopped when Devil stopped.
They had stopped at a beautiful but simple mansion.
They stared for a while. Devil whispered. " Check the barns."
No fancy carriage. No pretty white horses.
The master and mistress of this home were away.
Devil suspected a party.
Wolf suspected they were at the Countess Daniffelle Dufarge's party.
Together, they went at the back, where the servants quarters were. These rich people weren't that smart. They put armed guards in front of their grand homes, yet they didn't think to guard the servant's homes.
Simpletons.
They filled their empty sacks with handfuls of leaves, making the empty sacks look like sacks filled with something.
They walked casually through the quarters. The male servants were getting drunk, and the female servants were tending their small families while cleaning their pitiful piles of clothing.
Nobody even noticed two strangers walking with the sacks.
" They must be pretty drunk." Devil remarked walking through the door that separates the servants' quarters from the Master's house. " They didn't even see us walk straight over here!"
Both shook their heads. This was going to be easier than they thought.
Raito turned in his sleep. He felt something against his body. It wasn't uncomfortable. It felt...
Nice.
In his dazed dream land state, Raito snuggled in the feathery, slightly hard thing.
The thing wasn't warm.
But he wasn't cold either.
Raito snuggled deeper, unconsciously.
" I think no one else is home, Devil." Wolf said, getting bored. They had walked around the house, hiding when one or two servants approached near them. He was getting bored of the lavish interior of this home. It reminded him of his own cold, beautiful home.
"Hush" Devil hissed, tugging Wolf's arm, bringing him in the shadows when a large friendly looking servant got out of one of the bedrooms.
" Your mother and father will be back quite late, young master, why not you sleep first" The woman said it in a soft scolding tone.
That wasn't normal.
What also wasn't normal was the soft male voice that spoke back. It was gentle.
No 'young master' was gentle sounding.
" But I'm not sleepy. Can't you at least stay here with me till I fall asleep? Tell me a story. And I'll tell you the beautiful stories of Japan that my mother told me."
The old woman put a hand on her bosom, and there was genuine affection radiating from her very form. She looked like she adored this 'young master'
That was very not normal.
The woman shook her head but answered " Very well, you terrible young man. You tell me first about them beautiful Japanese legends and I'll tell you a fairytale or two."
The ' young master' gave a small chuckle that tugged something in both Devil and Wolf's stomach.
The woman entered the room again and shut the door.
They were plunged in semi darkness again.
" Damn,that was close." Wolf said cheerfully, tugging Devil this time. " I think we should go."
Devil yanked his arm back, staring at the door. " Lets stay." He said absently.
Wolf raised an eyebrow. ' Why? Obviously the hag's gonna be there all night. Then the kid's parents will come back and it'll be harder to leave." He tugged Devil again, harder.
Devil yanked his arm back and shoved at Wolf " Stop it." He hissed. His eyes, flashing. " I want to see who this kid is. How could he charm servants into liking him?' Devil sunk to the floor, bringing Wolf down with him. Wolf sighed. He already saw how the boy looked like.
Count De Changy was a young rich man, who apparently liked going to exotic countries, or so he heard from gushing young ladies. He apparently fell in love with a Japanese beauty and brought her back to London to marry. Everyone was shocked, but not many said anything. The woman was quiet and beautiful and she bore him an equally exotic looking son.
In the dark silence, Wolf tried to remember how old the boy was.13? A few years younge r than Devil and him.
They waited in tense silence.
Wolf felt Devil shake him harshly, waking him up from his slumber. " She's gone." Devil whispered, pulling Wolf up. Wolf yawned, streching. They silently went to the door.
Devil and Wolf stood directly in front of the white door. Wolf picked the lock. He put his pale hand over the door knob. " Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you all been waiting for" Wolf sleepily joked, making Devil stifle his laugher and shove the buffoon out of the way. He opened the door slowly…
The room was dark, but the moon from the opened curtains was oddly bright, illuminating the huge bed, covered with embroidered silk and tons and tons of throw pillows that looked comfortable and-
A boy was sleeping soundly in them.
Devil entered the room, his eyes never leaving the little figure underneath the huge blankets. Wolf got in as well and shut the door as silently as possible.
Wolf shuffled to the other side of the room, staring at the paintings of odd shapes. Probably japanese characters. There were beautiful paintings as well, paintings very different from the normal Renaissance ones.
Wolf walked silently from this corner to the other.
While he was flipping through a book filled again with the same characters, he gave a side glance at Devil and found that
Devil was still in the same spot, staring at the boy.
Sheesh.
Sure, the boy was exotic looking, but he wasn't that breath taking….
Ok, he was, but why should Devil care? The boy was a boy. With male… ahem, parts. Nothing interesting. He voiced this thought to Devil.
" You don't understand." Devil answered simply, still staring. " I've never seen anything like him. Have you?" Devil looked at him.
Wolf told him he has. This boy went to the rich boys' school, the one where he peeled potatoes for.
That was half the truth. He didn't peel potatoes, he went to the same school as this boy. But he was in a different class since he's older. The beauty didn't even knew he existed.
"Oh." Devil replied, absently again. Devil stared at the boy for a few more seconds before he walked closer towards the bed and gently sat at the edge.
He was still staring at the boy.
" His skin is fair… but he's not sickly pale… he's a soft gold colour…" Devil murmured.
Wolf scratched his head. He stared too. But he knew he had to stop, or he'll be in a trance just like Devil.
Devil got up. He hesitantly grabbed the corner of the blanket. He slowly slid it off the boy's body.
Somehow, that rang some sort of alarm in Wolf's head.
" Er, Dev… What are you-
"Shh." Devil shushed him, still drawing the heavy covers off the boy. He finally let them fall in a small heap on the foot of the bed.
And stared some more.
The boy wore what everyone always wear to sleep, including Wolf. A long white nightshirt.
But he's positive he doesn't look as provocative as the boy here.
The white shirt was flimsy, so it glided over the boy's body. Two innocent points on his chest that somehow commanded both their attentions. Wolf was staring at it, confused at the reason why. He has them too. Only they didn't look like that…
The boy moved in his sleep a little, one knee bent, making the flimsy cotton slid up his knees, pooling at his hips. The boy had golden long legs. They were so much more prettier, so much more alluring, than the atttractive whores they spied on…
The boy was an angel.
At the corner of his eye, he saw Devil's hand came up. On impulse, he grabbed it.
" What are you doing?" He mouthed, staring at Devil. There was a dazed, almost feral look in Devil's passionate green eyes. Devil snapped out of it and mouthed back at Wolf.
" I just want to touch him. Just a little touch.."
" You can't. He''ll wake up. We'll be dead."
" You know that's not true." Devil whispered this time. " We can dash out just in time. The servants are drunk. No one can hurt us."
Wolf stayed quiet. This was different from the people they played their evil pranks to. Those people… were old, grown aristocrats that he hated. This boy…
Was just a child.
It made him feel dirty inside, dirtier than the soiled servant's clothing on his back.
" No Devil. I'm leaving" Wolf whispered, making way to the door.
" You don't want to go." Devil said surely.
Wolf turned around, giving Devil a glare.
" Stop pretending you're completely good, Wolf. You don't want to leave. But you don't want to do anything either. You want to watch." Devil said smugly.
Wolf opened his mouth to protest or something but Devil cut him off.
" I know, Wolf. From the moment we started this…. Terrify-the-rich thing, I knew you only wanted to watch. Madame Dufarge. Lady Milandre. Vicomte Robertson. All you did was help a little bit. And watched. " He ran his hand at the side of the silk pillows.
" And I'm going to allow you to do that, Wolf. You get to watch, and not feel too guilty. So just stand there." Devil sat on the bed again, and smirked at his accomplice. "And watch."
He's been with this rascal for only a a few short months, yet Devil knew him too well.
So, against his better judgement, against his freaking conscious, he stood there and did nothing.
Nevermind that Devil might do something unforgivable to this boy.
Nevermind that he could put a stop to this just by screaming for the servants, guards whoever and make them arrest Devil and reveal that he was the Marquis son.
Nevermind all that.
Because seriously….
He rather watch.
Raito woke up, his eyes blinking slowly. He opened them fully.
He jerked a little.
Ryuk's face was so near his.
Raito swore under his breath. " Haha, Ryuk, very funny. You can stop that now." Raito said, monotonously.
But Ryuk didn't move. His face remained expressionless, his eyes remained closed.
Could the shinigami be sleeping?
Raito leaned back against his pillow, staring at the shinigami.
It was still early. It was a Saturday.
No rush.
Raito noted how the shinigami had a sharp crooked nose. His lips were thin, and tinted blue. The shinigami looked like he was dead. Or frozen.
Raito resisted the urge to feel the shinigami's cheek.
Was it soft?
Raito was curious.
But he wasn't curious enough to touch.
He'll just….
Watch.
Devil petted the boy's dark, but reddish brown tresses. Devil then strokes the boy's cheek.
Wolf watched.
Devil's hand glide lower, towards the boy's stomach, towards the bunched nightgown at his hips… and at the bare skin of the boy's beautiful legs.
Devil's hand travelled back up to the hips, right at the boy's groin.
Devil's large hand, touching the small mound there.
Wolf stared, hypnotised by Devil's slow movements.
Devil stilled his movements and put on his silver mask. Wolf did the same.
Devil resumed what he was doing, only this time, faster.
The boy was moving on the bed. His breathing was uneven. He was making small whimpers.
Wolf saw that Devil's eyes glazed at every sound.
Devil then pulled the nightshirt off so gently as to not wake the boy, and used it to bind the boy's arms over his head, on the headboard.
He then embraced the boy, kissing the plump lips.
The boy woke up.
Wolf felt his heart jump at the complete shocked expression the boy wore.
Devil clapped his hand over the boy's mouth.
" Shh." Devil whispered, his other arm holding down the boy's legs which were kicking.
Wolf watched.
Devil straddled the boy to still his movement. His other free hand, he used it to stroke the boy's diminishing erection, bringing it back to life.
The boy screamed inside Devil's palm.
" If you make anymore noises.." Devil panted, either from holding the boy down or… something else. " I will kill you. If you be a good boy…" Devil grab the boy's dick, hard, making the boy yepl in the gag.
" Then I'll make sure you enjoy it." Devil said evilly. His hand went up to pinch the little dusky nipple, making the boy involuntarily moan.
Devil mouthed the little nub, biting it, feeling the velvety soft feel of it.
Wolf watched.
Devil took his palm away from the boy's mouth to loosen his pants- the boy abruptly started to scream But Devil clamped his hand back on, using his other hand to slap the boy.
The boy's eyes filled with tears. " Bad boy." Devil hissed. He opened his pants with only one hand, sliding out of it with much difficulty.
Once he suceeded, he shrugged his shirt off and bit the sleeve, tearing a piece of cloth, which he promtly used to gag the boy.
The boy's protests were almost unheard now.
" Pity." Devil sighed, completely at ease at being completely naked infront of two audiences. " I really wanted to hear him moan."
" How are you sure you can make him moan?" Wolf inquired. He stared at the boy.
" Do you even know how to make love to a man?.."
Devil narrowed his eyes at Wolf. He then looked back at the boy.
" Well, obviously I know my dick will go in here." Devil tried to pry the lithe legs. It won't open. He slapped the boy's pert butt cheek, hearing him whimper in his gag.
" I can make you, you know." Devil threatened. The boy, althought his eyes were brimming with tears, still had a defiant look on his eyes.
Wolf kept watching. His conscience was on a holiday right now.
He would like to see something perfect being tarnished.
Devil blew on the erection. He then mouthed it,
The boy arched his back, groaning.
Devil smirked, sucking the boy's hard on. He didn't really know how to do this, but judging from how out of control the boy was being, he's doing it right.
Devil took his mouth off and forcefully tugged the legs open and settled between them.
The boy trashed his head, his arms, everything.
Devil just embraced the boy, to still his movements.
Wolf watched.
He decided maybe he has to prepare the boy somewhat first. Maybe finger the boy, like how they trained young whores?
Devil stuck three fingers inside. The boy hissed in pain, his erection going down, again.
Devil moved around a bit. He wondered if boys have a special spot too… Then the boy gasped, his eyes wide. Devil pressed the spot again. The boy'erection hardened.
Devil kept pressing the spot, harder, watching the boy shut his eyes tight.
Devil chuckled evilly when he saw the boy'd hips move a little.
Wolf stared.
Devil then removed his fingers and sheated himself inside the boy, slowly.
Wolf was positive he didn't do that to not hurt the boy.
He just wanted to watch the boy's expression when he did it.
The boy's eyes widened, and his muffled scream sounded like he was in pain.
Devil ignored it, feeling the exquisite tightness he never felt before. They boy made all the young whores completely loose in comparison
Devil put both the boy's legs over his shoulder, and surged in deeper.
The boy screamed. But this time, it didn't sound like he was completely in pain.
Devil kept pounding the boy. Wolf could see the never ending tears cascading down the pretty cheeks. He also saw that the boy bled a little, like a young virgin.
Wolf then stared at the eyes, and was startled when it met his.
The eyes looked like they were accusing, hating, and yet pleading at him as well. They stared right at him.
Wolf wondered whether the boy knew he went to the same school as him.
Wolf wondered whether the boy could only feel pain, as the boy's erection was gone.
Wolf wondered what would happened to him if he shouted for help.
Wolf never found out thought.
At the corner of his eye, he could see a a carriage from a distance, throught the window.
Straight on, he could see Devil completely consumed in his own lust.
He stared at the boy for a while. The boy had shut his eyes tight, biting the gag to take his mind off the pain, or pleasure, Wolf doesn't know. Because Devil used his other hand to stroke the boy forcefully.
Nobody noticed him. The invisible, watching wolf.
He doesn't feel like watching anymore .
He went to the window.
Opened it.
And jumped out stealthly, into the night.
He landed painfully on the bushes. He could see red hot blood dripping from his torn knee, but he barely felt it.
He could see a figure of a man and woman hurrying inside.
He hoped they won't get too shocked at seeing their son being raped.
Wolf got up, and jogged out of sight.
Hope the kid would be fine, Wolf thought, as he neared his home.
Its funny how he didn't even think about his friend's predicament.
Well, Devil was a genius. He got himself into trouble, he'll get himself out of it.
That's another fun thing about watching.
You are not responsible over what is happening.
So Devil slowed down.
From a far distance, he heard a blood curling scream.
Ryuk woke up, sitting straight up, eyes wide open.
Raito let out an unmanly yelp and fell off the bed with a thud.
Ryuk quickly swerved his head to see the youth struggling to get up.
" You Retarded Shinigami." Raito violently whispered, getting up slowly.
" Oni-Chann! What's that noise?? Did you fell out of bed?" Sayu shouted, holding a tooth brush.
" No I didn't"
" Yes you did. There's a bump on your forehead and the covers are on the floor and-
" ALRIGHT. I did. Now go shower."
Sayu laughed merrily, skipping to the bathroom.
Raito glared at Ryuk, waiting for the stupid shinigami to laugh at him also.
But the shinigami didn't.
The shinigami was staring at the window, in a trance. The shinigami ran a hand through his hair.
The death god looked so human it was odd to see him sitting in his bed.
"Ryuk." Raito said finally, after the shinigami didn't say anything.
" I fell asleep." Ryuk replied.
Raito rolled his eyes. " No shit, Sherlock."
" No, Raito that's.. freaky." Ryuk shook his head. " Shinigami's don't sleep. They can't sleep, Raito!" Ryuk got up from the bed, pacing back and forth.
"I see." Raito said calmly, slightly weirded out with the shinigami. Why was he being so…jumpy? " So what? You napped. I've seen you close your eyes and dream befo-
" I also dreamt." Ryuk said, his eyes widening, his pace increasing. " No, impossible, the King said no more memories could… impossible, no memories can be dreamt… Can't be.."
Raito caught the words Ryuk was mumbling.
' What did you dreamt about, Ryuk?"
Ryuk stopped pacing. He turned his head to face Raito.
A moment passed.
"Nothing." Ryuk said coolly, grinning awfully.
" Don't tell me nothing! You were sleeping peacefully and then you woke up like that scaring the living hell out of-
" How did you know I was sleeping peacefully?" Ryuk cut Raito off.
Raito's ears turned red.
" Was the Great almighty Kira… staring at me?" Ryuk said, a smirk covering half of his face appeared.
" No I wasn't!"
" You so were, Hyuk hyuk hyuk.."
"Shut up!"
Raito was about to throw a pillow at the laughing shinigami when someone knocked on his door gently. Raito fixed his hair and said.
" Come in, mom." No one else would knock his door like that.
His mom's gentle face entered. " A friend of yours came Raito. Odd fellow, very polite. Says its urgent. Can you see him right now dear? It sounded dreadfully urgent."
Raito internally groaned. It had to be that freshman in his university. That boy has been following him ever since he stepped into the boy's classroom.
" I'll go down in a bit, Mom."
" Ok dear, I'll ask him to wait."
Raito changed into a cream sweater that brought out the hazel in his eyes and hair.
Ryuk shook his head. Raito raised an eyebrow in question.
"Is this person special?"
" No. It's the stupid boy from my U. He said he'll drop by today if I didn't reply his messages. I'm going to make him stop following me."
" Why would you do that?"
" I despise stalkers."
" if you do, why are you trying to look perfect?"
" Because… Raito paused for a moment, thinking. " I just am. Perfect, that is." Raito smiled, and walked to the door, feeling Ryuk roll his eyes behind his back.
Raito walked downstairs. From the corner of his eye, he could see Ryuk slid down the banisters and ran infront of him.
Raito refrained from calling the shinigami childish.
"SHIT, RAITO! Don't come in the kitchen! Don't COME IN THE KITCHEN!"
Raito rolled his eyes this time. Ryuk was so lame. Raito could smell the apple pie his mom made for breakfast and if that shinigami thinks he's going to fall for that and let him eat it then sucks to hi-
Oh my god.
He shoudn't have entered the kitchen.
He shouldn't have entered the kitchen!!!!!
" Delicious, Sachiko san, I've never tasted better apple pie myself."
" Why thank you, young man." His mother beamed at him, as if saying " What a sweet friend you have, Raito!"
Only…
This was not his friend.
This was not even his stalker.
This was…
" Good Morning, Raito kun. Sorry for disturbing you so early in the morning. I have very urgent matters concerning the state of our vandalised pool at To Oh University." Sachiko gasped.
" Its nothing big, I assure you, Sachiko san,just a brilliant boy decided to be cheeky and make a mess at the pool area. The evidence on the boy suspected for doing this is solid and the truth will be leaked out and spread around unless our class president comes now and put a stop to it."
" Oh, Raito, you must do something! Pity the poor smart but cheeky boy who vandalised. His reputation will be ruined!"
Yeah Mom. Ruined.
Ruined Ruined Ruined.
" What is he doing Raito? Is he trying to say he knew it was you there, or something?"
Brilliant, Ryuk. Brilliant.
Raito narrowed his eyes as this 'billionare's son'
Brilliant boy. Mess at the pool. Solid evidence.
Truth will be leaked out......
Unless he came with him.
Raito felt the most disgusting combination of dragonflies, worms, mosquitoes and butterflies in his stomach.
He wanted to puke.
He should congratulate this fucker. His name, his house, his school all in less than one night.
From the coded lie he's feeding his mom, this brilliant fucker wanted him to come with him.
Like Hell he will!
"I'm sorry, but I don't know wh-
Suddenly, the fucker grabbed his arm, staring into his eyes.
Those dark,dark obsidian eyes.
Were actuallt very, very, dark blue.
" I'm sure you want to see, Raito kun." The blue eyed man murmured.
Raito felt the man's cold hand gripping his hand tighter.
" I do?" Raito hissed. Raito tried to convey what he really wanted to say through his eyes.
What makes you think I would follow?
" Yes. Because we have fingerprints." This man was doing the same thing.
You can't run away angel. I doubt you could fly out of this one.
Raito's eyes widened for half a second.
He faced his mom and said casually. " Mom, save some pie for me. I'm going to go with my… friend here, to the café shop near our house ."
I get to pick the location. I won't go anywhere else.
" Sounds like a perfect plan. My driver will drive Raito kun home afterwards."
Don't even think of running away.
Sachiko looked at the two teenagers. Her beautiful son, and this handsome but slightly messy young man. Its adorable how caring they are about their school's pool!
Both of them walked towards the car.
Ryuk followed but Raito coughed, and rubbed his shoulder- showing a thumbs down sign.
It means don't follow.
Even a dunce like Ryuk knew.
Suprisingly, Ryuk didn't follow anyway, like he always do. Raito wanted to nod his gratitude at the shinigami, but the shinigami dashed inside. What the…
Oh.
The apple pie.
Raito rolled his eyes.
He should have known.
"We have a lot to talk about, Raito-kun." The young man said. His voice was rich, his japanese was perfect. Too perfect. Too dictionary. Definitely foreign.
" We certainly do, Mr…?"
"Call me Ryuuzaki."
Call me that because I'm not telling you my name.
" Ahh. Nice name."
Nice alias.
Ryuuzaki smiled. Raito noticed how the man had…
An odd smile.
Raito gave the driver instructions.
They sat in tense silence.
Yay! New chappie done. Sorry for the late update. I've been tired as hell lately. I'm not sure whether I really liked this chapter. But it had to be written- Please tell me what you think! :D
Next chapter will be posted soon, because I can't wait to write it.
I'm going to have so much fun making Raito explain…
Oh how he would squirm. Hee.
Review! :DDDD