Oh, me oh my disclaimers I don't own Death Note what a surprise now leave me to go cry. Side note wonder how many flames I will get for bashing Serana ? Dog house systems are freaking amaxing you lot check em out. All the Skyrim stuff is accurate.
Light furiously tapped away at the screen in a swiping motion, a movement supposed to whisk the batter just right. With a touch of a fingertip, pour it into the pan like so.
He is trying to level his cooking skill and desperately trying not to burn the Apple Jubilee.
While spilling nearly everything else in the virtual kitchen in the process.
His fourth attempt yields success, a blue banner pops up and announces cheerfully Level Up! There are obnoxious sound horn noises and loudly colored confetti raining down across the screen So far he is not impressed. Granted he should have expected this.
The title did proudly proclaim "Super Grand Ultra Mega Chef Cook 2".
It's a simple app really, whose logo was a cheerful bright pink.
He had eyed it with more than a little skepticism.
Despite his personal opinion that they could have left of a few of those ringing endorsements in the name, it's not a bad game.
Not a very good one either. But the graphics aren't that terrible, though, they could be better (graphics can always be better). Perhaps his sister wasn't totally off the mark when she suggested it to him. Of course, she was probably joking.
She had no idea just how deep his gaming obsession ran deeper than his cooking obsession. A that had got him no end of ribbing around the house.
He claimed it was a useful skill to have and his mother obliged him.
Really he just didn't trust anyone near his food, not even the produce cashier.
Light is a very studious kid he had taken high school almost too seriously.
Now the rising 23-year-old used his college free time to kick back and relax or he would have.
But around four years of being considered mister antisocial my-grades-are-everything-just-what-is-a -party -exactly? Wasn't exactly easily forgotten by the student body. Not that light truly cared for the opinions of peasants, but even Kings on occasion like to behead the right person. (IE almost the entire student body, besides those kids who sit in that one corner that everyone tries not to look at)
He needed to chill to have fun and enjoy the "prime of his life" get wild and cut loose.
All this was according to Sayu not that he doubted her, why ever would he doubt the wisdom of a 19-year-old? At that point in their phone conversation he had grown tired of enduring her tirade and for once having finished all his work very early decided to scroll through the apps on his device for lack of things to do.
When Sayu called him a degenerate pipe hole Light answered by starting to play a rousing game of "Candy Crush Saga".
From Candy Crush, he graduated to the odyssey of Cut the Rope.
He soon moved on to other addictive things like Angry Birds till he was hearing the fearsome cries of his feathered comrades and squeal of demented pigs in his sleep.
Slowly then quickly he burned his way through the charts, from "Daily Dog Care: Pretty Pretty Pooches" to "Oregon trail ". He played them all indiscriminately.
A month in there exists no such thing as denial, he is hooked!
So, when his parents tried to find him the perfect graduation gift (they had no way of knowing he had finished out those four years and planned on returning) for completing college on scholarship who better to ask then Sayu.
His sister whose amusement knew no bounds once she learned of his app adventures and advised his parents well. For his graduation, Light Yagami received a state of the art gaming laptop courtesy of his parents and dog house systems.
His last gift was a battered copy of "Civilization Four" from a beaming Sayu. He proceeded to spend every spare moment conquering.
That and hacking and modding the shit out of the console.
His every free study period became devoted to re-configuring, altering, and otherwise destroying the general purpose of the game. Each time, a random map generation activated his OCD and made it impossible for him not to place his civilization by a river. He moved it.
Deserts are the best for metal and mining so he applied his mod there and hill, mountain, or grassland it was all instantly changed to sweet, sweet sand.
Then after a month of Persia conquering France and his scouts running into barbarians at every turn. Light had absorbed the entirety of the game's history.
He was thirsting for more.
His neighbor (stalker) Teru a wavy black-haired guy with imposing glasses who shared a criminology class, and worked part-time for UPS had noted the change when Light came out for his mail in his pajamas no less! Gaming appears to have started cutting into his beauty sleep.
Dark circles edged on his eyes he fretted about wrinkle lines and made plans for earlier end times. Light accepted and signed for his package with a smile as blinding as his namesake and Teru put it out of his mind.
And Light?
He thought nothing of the exchange, he was too busy munching on an apple and looking at a silver dragon emblem to notice.
Without hesitance, he clicked play game.
Light let out a yawn and glanced at his watch.
The bed duvet was comfortable and soft wrapped around him, but the headphones hurt his ears and were quickly overheated.
He'd been stuck in "The Soul Cairn" arc and time had (understandably ) gotten away from him.
The only character he held any respect for in this quest line was Morven Stroud, "Sure you'll die here but at least y'all look fabulous. Where are my twenty-five souls husks?" Light always had to respect a businessman even in death. He's about had it with this Serana chick.
Why did people make mods to marry her!
She can't even aim and if she can then he had more than one thing to worry about. This was about the sixth time he had an ice chunk sticking out of his chest. Bitch.
Where was the map of this heathanistic place anyhow? Freaking souls and their useless rambles. He didn't want to find the aardvark, arvak or whatever it was he wanted to get out. Did you just shoot me again you bitch? Light angrily toggled his character over fiercely smashing the mouse button.
For the first time in his life he Light Yagami hit a girl.
He sat back breathing heavily from exertion. Yeah, that'll teach her.
But nope, Serana was at it again; sheesh women we will reach the Ancestor Glade when we get there. Which, is not at all.
Light sighed and grudgingly powered down the game.
He'd had about enough of needy vampire chicks for one night.
Thousands of miles away across cliches far and wide, the sun was long set. A dark-haired man was sipping his tea. Not an unusual event in its entirety. What was unusual is the adding of liberal amounts of sugar to the dark mixture. His wide eyes stare blankly at a dusty black load screen. He lets out a pleased sound when the silver dragon emblem appears and takes a sip of his copiously sugared tea.