Hell isn&#x27;t other people.

"Knee. Nor. Nerd. Neigh. Whatever your name is. You. Y-You alright. I think. You gave me a present. You gave me a mask. Now I can have him here. With me. You gave me a gift. Not like those others. Will you always look at me like that? With those black eyes? Eyes like his. You will won't you? Oh, Neigh, Neigh, Neigh. Dear Neigh. Look at me, won't you? Look at me. Look at me. LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!!!! LOOK! AT! ME!..Your hair looks long. Should wear it UP. Okay you have a nice day.😊"

If one word was allowed to describe Near's expression, it would have to be aghast. What was wrong with him? If he had known a simple gesture such as giving him something that no longer served any use would cause this… Well, he might have decided against giving the mask to him. He would call this a breakdown, but decided against it because he'd witnessed Light spiraling downwards before. It was nothing compared to whatever this was.

Did he miss L that much? He didn't think it was possible for him to feel such a thing about the one he murdered. Near assumed malice was the only emotion he could feel for the late detective. Interesting. Though, he wouldn't verbally question him on the fact. He was worked up enough. There were only so many outbursts he could handle at one time.

"Eh?" He made the sound in response to the comment about his hair. How did he go from his eyes resembling L to his hair? If it weren't for the almost indirect thank-you for the gift, Near would've presumed he was somehow being insulted. Now that he thought about it, perhaps wearing it up was a good idea. It did have a knack for getting in the way.

"…Are you under the influence?" That felt bizarre to ask due to the circumstances, but at this point, he wasn't sure if anything could surprise him. No, he couldn't believe Light was being nice (in his way) over a mask. Something else had to have played a role in him suddenly coming to scream at him in a non-negative way.

#nearriver #this got away from me oops #you can make a new post and link to this thread if you like this one is getting too long

nearriver:

"Yes, his lack of showing his face is why the mask may not appear accurate to you. I only went by the minimal information I had from Roger." And, he assumed, it was decent enough due to Light's reaction to it back at the warehouse. Truthfully, he didn't put as much work into its creation as he did for other items. It was no longer in his possession, so he wouldn't dwell much further on the subject.

Light wasn't listening to him, was he? He resisted the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance, knowing he shouldn't be surprised. He did seem to have a habit of only listening to things that interested him.

Almost as if Light had predicted, he came across the watch and held it up as his answer. However, he placed his hand back down and stared at it. That watch; he still could never shake the feeling of knowing how close Light had been to ending him. He only needed a single letter, yet somehow was not quick enough to write it. Near wondered if that thought ever crossed by Light's, too. How their story could've ended much differently; how the world still could've been consumed by Kira's influence.

"I think I'll hold on to the watch for now. You could consider it collateral for our little truce." Granted, he really did not need to keep it in his possession. He had plenty of other items belonging to him that he could keep as a reminder. Depending on how this little outing to the graveyard goes, he may feel inclined to hand it back to its owner.

"Is it considered special to you? I can't imagine any other reason for wanting a simple watch back. I doubt you need to know the time in the plane of existence you're on." He looked at his phone as he received a message, nodding slightly as he took it in. Good, they would only need to wait for half an hour before everything was ready. Near was impressed; he would've thought his request would have taken much longer than that.

Near's annoying little droning voice fades away as Light gazed at his prize. Ah, his watch. Once, long ago, it had been his most faithful companion. So many miscreants and monsters slain by both their hands. Light was only too aware of the butterfly effect and how the fluttering of those phantom wings had haunted him that day. If only he had written faster. If only he had shaken off the pain. If only, if only.

Light reached out for the timepiece only to be denied. Little bastard. Cheat, thief, criminal. It was his, the only gift he ever attached sentimental value to. Very well. He would have to play the long game if he wanted it back. That was not the kind of game Light liked playing but a game is a game.

"My father gave it," Light explained. It was the truth, verifiable and everything. Near did not need to know the whole story.

Near nodded at his phone. "Our ride is on his way?" Light guessed.

massivecore13 replied to your post “"Where. Are.”

“I heard you wished for something electric… Hope you enjoyed the tailored chair I made for you!”

"Hmm," Light hums, stroking his chin. "It looks nice, but do you have it in red? Red velour fabric padding? Oh, and we can't forget ornate gold legs and arms and trim on the headrest."

He is describing L's big red chair.

#massivecore13 #point and laugh at the dead boy he wants to save his anal virginity for his schoolboy crush #lemon tw

massivecore13:

Several years passed since he last impersonated L, yet Beyond still sat crouched down with knees barely touching together and the tips of the toes slightly curved to dig in the ground. Hard to kill a habit, or was he trying to impress his lovely guest?

Whatever the answer is, he is having fun seeing this soul losing the last bits of his sanity over something as ridiculously dangerous as an electric chair. But Light is dead, so dead can't die once again, right?

And Beyond himself is… well, he should be dead, but by what he now knows about his unfortunate birth, he has always been part of the metaphysical realm. The Shinigami's realm, to be fair.

"What a curious reaction…" Beyond comments with a smirk, chewing on a nail. "Ooooh! Your clotted dried blood is coming back to life, Yagami-san! Eureka!"

The bulge visible before his eyes makes him laugh more than intended… But c'mon, who would have thought a dead man could still be excitable?

"May I ask your permission to touch? For science's sake, obviously."

Under a different set of circumstances, Light would have balked at the suggestion. He may have even been even a bit mortified. But with his mind basically slop and also still feeling the buzz from his several birthday liquors, Light almost agreed and almost does so eagerly. Despite being under the influence and what little flesh he has being willing, he cannot bring himself to consent straight away.

Light is no blushing virgin but for all of his dating experience he has not gone "all of the way." Most of his brushes with heterosexuality have been awkward and displeasurable affairs restricted to mouth and hands and any moments of intimacy achieved with the same sex have been brief sessions of heavy petting in the locker room and a stolen kiss under a cherry tree.

Also, B, for all of his borrowed body language and plagiarized facial features, is not him. Not even if Light were to close his eyes would he bee him. Not even if Light asked him to eat pound after pound of strawberries would he be him. Not that it matters, because he does not care that it is not him, not in the least.

The muddling of the alcohol still in his rotten head and the sting of rejection still fresh, Light says, "Depends on whether or not by 'science's sake' you mean you're going to hook it up to electrodes."

"Knee. Nor. Nerd. Neigh. Whatever your name is. You. Y-You alright. I think. You gave me a present. You gave me a mask. Now I can have him here. With me. You gave me a gift. Not like those others. Will you always look at me like that? With those black eyes? Eyes like his. You will won't you? Oh, Neigh, Neigh, Neigh. Dear Neigh. Look at me, won't you? Look at me. Look at me. LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!!!! LOOK! AT! ME!..Your hair looks long. Should wear it UP. Okay you have a nice day.😊"

If one word was allowed to describe Near's expression, it would have to be aghast. What was wrong with him? If he had known a simple gesture such as giving him something that no longer served any use would cause this… Well, he might have decided against giving the mask to him. He would call this a breakdown, but decided against it because he'd witnessed Light spiraling downwards before. It was nothing compared to whatever this was.

Did he miss L that much? He didn't think it was possible for him to feel such a thing about the one he murdered. Near assumed malice was the only emotion he could feel for the late detective. Interesting. Though, he wouldn't verbally question him on the fact. He was worked up enough. There were only so many outbursts he could handle at one time.

"Eh?" He made the sound in response to the comment about his hair. How did he go from his eyes resembling L to his hair? If it weren't for the almost indirect thank-you for the gift, Near would've presumed he was somehow being insulted. Now that he thought about it, perhaps wearing it up was a good idea. It did have a knack for getting in the way.

"…Are you under the influence?" That felt bizarre to ask due to the circumstances, but at this point, he wasn't sure if anything could surprise him. No, he couldn't believe Light was being nice (in his way) over a mask. Something else had to have played a role in him suddenly coming to scream at him in a non-negative way.

nearriver:

"Strawberry? A good choice." Near murmured to himself as he reached for his phone, typing up a quick message to Rester with his requests. He knew it shouldn't take long to make the necessary arrangements. Nor would he have to be concerned about such things being questioned by him, no matter how sudden this may seem.

"Commander Rester will let me," Us? Yes, he supposed that was more accurate despite leaving out that detail. "Know when he's ready to leave." Near decided to abandon the cards altogether and opted to bring himself to his feet. He would have to get ready for this little trip lest Light starts nagging him for stalling the request.

"No, he never came to Wammy's." Near would ignore how Light seemed pleased by that fact. However, he didn't care one way or another about the whole situation. He supposed it was good he never knew L due to his complicated opinions of him. "If I'm being honest, I question how much of a hand he had in the successor program as a whole." He started to walk in the direction of the room he held items belonging to Light. Regardless if he started to follow him or not, he still continued to talk. It may seem silly to potentially talk to no one, but this is the longest he's spoken in quite some time now. Somehow, he didn't have the urge to be quiet.

"I suspect he would've ended up suggesting the same thing as Roger: for both me and Mello to inherit the title. Our differences would have balanced out well." And, in the end, they clearly did give the outcome of the case. Such a pity it had to go the way it did for them to finally work together in some capacity. Ah well, he tried to not dwell on the subject too much.

He fell into momentary silence, seeming to consider the items he had in front of him. Near supposed it truly didn't matter which he ended up taking, it wasn't as if they were serving any purpose other than taking up space.

"Perhaps I could find a way to leave the item there without it being disturbed. That way you could go whenever you liked instead of having to rely on me for a ride." Why was he being nice? Even he couldn't answer the question exactly. However, his excuse was maybe getting himself in Light's good graces could become useful in some way.

Strawberries were one of L's more reasonable dessert options, Light had to admit. They were not those bizarre gourmet doughnuts nor the vomit-worthy prosciutto on melon. Simple strawberry and nothing more: Light could get behind simplicity.

Light beheld the sight that was Near walking around on his own two feet. Who would have thought. The guy had remained seated at all times in Light's presence, so fixed to one spot Light had suspected him of having grown roots past the foundation of the warehouse.

Following Near, Light continued the conversation. "He didn't even visit? That is very much something he would do, unfortunate..." Realizing he was in what was basically an evidence locker devoted entirely to him, Light trailed off. So much of his life was here, distilled in one room. Light felt the sting of some unidentified emotion, and unidentified it would remain.

"Right," replied Light without absorbing a single word of the third L. Near's motivations for aiding Light would also continue to go without scrutiny. "Do you still have the watch?"

Light already had a watch from another Near but he felt the need to take his watch from this Near, as well. A trophy? A form of revenge? Symbolism? Whatever Light's motivations were in this instance were a mystery even to him. Emotion cloaked his judgement too thickly, like storm clouds.

He was more than Kira. He was more than bombs in desks and needles in watches. He was Light; had been Light. But who had Light been before Kira?

#nearriver

massivecore13 replied to your post “"Where. Are.”

“I heard you wished for something electric… Hope you enjoyed the tailored chair I made for you!”

"Hmm," Light hums, stroking his chin. "It looks nice, but do you have it in red? Red velour fabric padding? Oh, and we can't forget ornate gold legs and arms and trim on the headrest."

He is describing L's big red chair.

#lemon tw #massivecore13 #hmmm tell me if you're uncomfy with any of this and I'll change it #yes Light is definitely beyond bored

massivecore13:

Beyond claps his hands enthusiastically with the grin of a crook who just pulled off a huge heist. He knew from the start that Yagami probably sounded a little crazy (otherwise he wouldn't ever be able to fight L), but really... This guy gave him a delirious chill. Funny vibes.

"Please." Black nails tap against the cold leather of the seat before moving to rest on the man's shoulders as soon as he makes himself comfortable. "En~joy~"

Beyond retracts his fingers one second before electric jolts shake the chair and his new owner. "For your pleasure, sir, of course!" He finishes Light's phrase moving around the seat to have a better view of the man's face. "Electrotherapy is a powerful tool used to treat chronic pain or musculoskeletal injuries, Yagami-san." The man crunches in front of the chair and guides one of Light's hands to a button hidden underneath the armrest. "The stimulation reduces atrophy, improves circulation, even reduces inflammation... Why don't you test all these benefits by increasing the voltage a liiiiiittle bit?"

Awful calm about his customer being a ghoul, this salesman. Surely he must be able to tell at this distance. Light has not bothered to project an image of the impeccably clean and neat man he was before the final showdown with Near so the bullet holes are difficult to miss. Light supposed that is the effect of having what he has hypothesized are the Shinigami eyes: death is no more an unusual sight than a tree or clouds in the sky.

The touch is unexpected but not unpleasant. Light is almost disappointed in himself for missing the contact when B moves his fingers to set off the current. Touch-starved is what he is. Light has little time to study this feeling with a clear head.

Throughout Light's half-corporeal form, electricity rips through withered organs and veins caked up with dried blood. Sparks rain down from him as he trembles, as his legs jerk, and as his teeth come together so hard he fears several of them will shatter. However much time Light spends wrapped in that current is unclear. All Light knows by the end of it is that he has been left with several new feelings.

One: Light does not like that this guy, the one he is certain is the one known as "B," seems to think he has gotten one over on him. If anyone here is executing gambits and engaging in clever trickery it is Light Yagami and no one else.

Two: this man has just handed him his very own battery. No longer will Light need to drain computers or televisions in order to physically manifest in this realm when he can now inject roughly the same amount of energy produced by a small town straight into his ghost veins.

Three: Light hates to admit it but he has a feeling the stimulation is improving circulation in places other than the locations of his injuries.

"Oh yes," Light answers breathlessly, brain having been partially reduced to mush. "More voltage. By all means. Please."

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“ I never stated I wasn’t taking you Light.”

“Hurry, let’s go for that strawberry shortcake.”

ryuzakilawliettt:

“Angel….Crepes” L repeated in a hushed tone to himself rather than the male standing in front of him. It was comical how ironic the word angel sounded coming out from Light’s mouth. Nonetheless he flashed him a smile.

“As long as we have privacy and a quiet evening the place shouldn’t really matter.” —Not to mention this will give me the perfect opportunity to…— “ah—and let’s not forget the sweets” he added while heading towards the exit.

Privacy? A quiet evening? The conditions under which L appeared to be insisting to have Light's birthday "dinner" were as suspicious as they were intriguing. The smile, too, had Light on his guard, although it would have been a half-truth to suggest it was disagreeable. Pre-warehouse, L had shared with him but one smile Light thought to be genuine. Light did not know if he would describe this one as such but he did know this L wore it nicely.

Light followed him, concentrating on physically conducting himself through this space and also on maintaining his guise. It was taking all of his strength to physically project this form, that of a man not covered in blood or punched full of bullet holes. "Oh, are we walking?" he asked, perhaps too anxiously. "Won't Watari drive us there?"

#ryuzakilawliettt

Continued from here @93312639

“ I never stated I wasn’t taking you Light.”

“Hurry, let’s go for that strawberry shortcake.”

So quickly did Ryuuzaki change his tune! "Oh? Were you showering?"

"Didn't mean to disturb you." He did. "Allow me to, hm. Powder my nose."

Light vanishes. After an entire minute of radio silence, he reappears in a fresh little number: a black turtleneck and a pair of chinos.

"There is this lovely place by the name Angel Crepes. Have you heard of it? Don't be fooled by the name. It serves more than crepes." Also, the food is light enough for him to lift and interact with, although it is still too sweet for his palate.

#ryuzakilawliettt

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...Hello."

—he really is a pain in the ass

ryuzakilawliettt

“I don’t take requests nor demands Light. Much less coming from Kira. I mean— you. Coming from you.”

He will ignore that Kira quip. "Oh, I see. So you don't want an excuse to go out and get strawberry shortcake with me."

#ryuzakilawliettt

Having a tehe thinking about Light just slutting it up with practically everyone on his dash and then dealing with the consequences later (everyone lining up to shoot the shit out of him)

#deadlight ooc

massivecore13 replied to your post “"Where. Are.”

“I heard you wished for something electric… Hope you enjoyed the tailored chair I made for you!”

"Hmm," Light hums, stroking his chin. "It looks nice, but do you have it in red? Red velour fabric padding? Oh, and we can't forget ornate gold legs and arms and trim on the headrest."

He is describing L's big red chair.

#massivecore13 #ha ha i'd describe this Light as a closet masochist #most of the bad things that happen to him is often thanks to his decisions

massivecore13

"Aaaah... Let me see."

Endless scribbled notes come out of the pockets of his coat and fly down to the ground, unnoticed, until his fingers catch an immaculate piece of paper and a black eyeliner.

"I am sorry, but we ran out of stock of the red velvet kind..." Beyond drawls while uncapping the eyeliner and starts scribbling down something on the note. "What we offer issss... Smooth black leather, gold finishing touches on the armrests and the legs, special rectractil metal tips to rest sore arms, automatic voltage to your pleasure, and... oooh, only today a soft memory foam cushion is included in the offer! Deal?"

Light would be lying if he were to label this the most surreal event of his afterlife. A salesman who looks a touch too much like L trying to sell him on a chair for his birthday is only slightly stranger than a world-class detective who runs on sweets or a spirit who uses a magic notebook to extend his lifespan telling him he feeds on apples rather than souls.

"Hm, okay. That sounds good. But first," he says, lowering himself down onto the seat, "let's try this out."

As soon as Light's behind touches down on the cushion, he sits up. "Wait. 'Automatic voltage for my'-?"

massivecore13 replied to your post “"Where. Are.”

“I heard you wished for something electric… Hope you enjoyed the tailored chair I made for you!”

"Hmm," Light hums, stroking his chin. "It looks nice, but do you have it in red? Red velour fabric padding? Oh, and we can't forget ornate gold legs and arms and trim on the headrest."

He is describing L's big red chair.

#massivecore13 #he sits in it and to B's disappointment discovers he likes being electrocuted

"Knee. Nor. Nerd. Neigh. Whatever your name is. You. Y-You alright. I think. You gave me a present. You gave me a mask. Now I can have him here. With me. You gave me a gift. Not like those others. Will you always look at me like that? With those black eyes? Eyes like his. You will won't you? Oh, Neigh, Neigh, Neigh. Dear Neigh. Look at me, won't you? Look at me. Look at me. LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!!!! LOOK! AT! ME!..Your hair looks long. Should wear it UP. Okay you have a nice day.😊"

If one word was allowed to describe Near's expression, it would have to be aghast. What was wrong with him? If he had known a simple gesture such as giving him something that no longer served any use would cause this… Well, he might have decided against giving the mask to him. He would call this a breakdown, but decided against it because he'd witnessed Light spiraling downwards before. It was nothing compared to whatever this was.

Did he miss L that much? He didn't think it was possible for him to feel such a thing about the one he murdered. Near assumed malice was the only emotion he could feel for the late detective. Interesting. Though, he wouldn't verbally question him on the fact. He was worked up enough. There were only so many outbursts he could handle at one time.

"Eh?" He made the sound in response to the comment about his hair. How did he go from his eyes resembling L to his hair? If it weren't for the almost indirect thank-you for the gift, Near would've presumed he was somehow being insulted. Now that he thought about it, perhaps wearing it up was a good idea. It did have a knack for getting in the way.

"…Are you under the influence?" That felt bizarre to ask due to the circumstances, but at this point, he wasn't sure if anything could surprise him. No, he couldn't believe Light was being nice (in his way) over a mask. Something else had to have played a role in him suddenly coming to scream at him in a non-negative way.

nearriver:

Near decisively was going to pretend none of that had just occurred. Instead, he would count himself lucky to know he couldn't leave a disgusting mark on this plane of existence. He was more surprised by the fact it was feasible for a… ghost to be both drunk and physically ill in the first place. Interesting; his curiosity certainly wanted to inquire more about his experiences, but he relented. For now. Perhaps another time when he wasn't in a bit of a fuss.

Ah, so Light did indeed want to visit L's gravesite. The comment about an object answered his other question easily. He had to think for a moment about which items of the other's he still held in his possession. Though, he supposed anything he chose would be feasible enough so long as it belonged to Light of course. That thought alone surprised him. Why was he considering this? After everything he had done… Why does he deserve kindness?

He couldn't shake some of the bitterness that bubbled up from within. At least Light knew where he was. Near didn't get the same notions. He had no idea what they did to Matt, and he still cursed himself for not being able to take custody of his body. And he might as well say there was nothing salvageable left of Mello, either. He had nowhere he could go for them unless he wanted to stand at the spots where they died. And who would want that? He sure didn't; it wouldn't bring him any sense of closure.

And yet here he was; genuinely considering giving grace to his enemy.

He said please. A simple word that almost had hints of desperation mixed within. Near's dark eyes looked up, and he stared at Light silently for a long moment. It would appear the gears were turning rapidly in his mind as he analyzed the best course of action. He knew he should say no, and ask him why he thought he deserved to have his way. And yet…

"Against my own volition," Near sighed. "What was his favorite cake? It would feel disrespectful to bring something he wouldn't have enjoyed." If he had to take a guess, he would presume the sweeter, the better. There were always whispers of his obsession with sugar. He couldn't believe he was going to do this. To go to a grave with his enemy, with cake in tow, as if it was a casual picnic outing.

"You're lucky I'm feeling generous, Light." He added as if it would help him feel better about the situation. "But, perhaps this will be a good thing for me too. It does feel it's about time I go see the man whose name I now hold."

Near was not being subtle about his reluctance to help. The huddled little figure's silence just about broadcasted his thought process through a bullhorn. The grind and whine of his brain gears, tiny as they were, were deafening. Very obviously did Near doubt his sincerity and magnanimity. He should have considered it a kindness that Light had not brokered a deal with several Shinigami to make Near's remaining time on this doomed planet a living hell. That was kindness.

Light almost threw himself into a drunken, maniacal rant explaining this when Near at long last broke his silence to agree to Light's proposal. The indignity of invoking the "magic word" had been worth it.

As he fought back another volley of vomit, Light leaned on a wall. "Strawberry shortcake," he answered. "Anything with strawberry in it. He loved strawberries. Loved them." The apparition lapsed into his own silence, very much not getting sentimental. He had to preserve his energy. Yes.

There Near went, reminding Light of his powerlessness. Damned reprobate. Luck had nothing to do with it. Near owed his life not to the cast die but to his love of cheating.

"Oh?" Light asked. "You never met him?" A surge of pride coursed through him. Knowing the man who had given him the title of L: Near would never have that.

#nearriver

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...Hello."

—he really is a pain in the ass

#ryuzakilawliettt #My pleasure 💓

"Take me out."

A demand, not a request. Birthday boy angry.

"Where. Are.

The presents?"

#Death Note #Light Yagami #DNRP #death note roleplay #death note rp #give presents

"Knee. Nor. Nerd. Neigh. Whatever your name is. You. Y-You alright. I think. You gave me a present. You gave me a mask. Now I can have him here. With me. You gave me a gift. Not like those others. Will you always look at me like that? With those black eyes? Eyes like his. You will won't you? Oh, Neigh, Neigh, Neigh. Dear Neigh. Look at me, won't you? Look at me. Look at me. LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!!!! LOOK! AT! ME!..Your hair looks long. Should wear it UP. Okay you have a nice day.😊"

If one word was allowed to describe Near's expression, it would have to be aghast. What was wrong with him? If he had known a simple gesture such as giving him something that no longer served any use would cause this… Well, he might have decided against giving the mask to him. He would call this a breakdown, but decided against it because he'd witnessed Light spiraling downwards before. It was nothing compared to whatever this was.

Did he miss L that much? He didn't think it was possible for him to feel such a thing about the one he murdered. Near assumed malice was the only emotion he could feel for the late detective. Interesting. Though, he wouldn't verbally question him on the fact. He was worked up enough. There were only so many outbursts he could handle at one time.

"Eh?" He made the sound in response to the comment about his hair. How did he go from his eyes resembling L to his hair? If it weren't for the almost indirect thank-you for the gift, Near would've presumed he was somehow being insulted. Now that he thought about it, perhaps wearing it up was a good idea. It did have a knack for getting in the way.

"…Are you under the influence?" That felt bizarre to ask due to the circumstances, but at this point, he wasn't sure if anything could surprise him. No, he couldn't believe Light was being nice (in his way) over a mask. Something else had to have played a role in him suddenly coming to scream at him in a non-negative way.

Ignorant cretin! He dared to talk to Kira, Light Yagami, and the god of the new world as if he were rot beneath his heel! Cursed fool! Heathen! Light had been no thorn. If anything, he had been the rose of the compass leading them to paradise. Yet this wretched creature dared to spit upon him. If the alcohol was not going to make him hurl, the little bastard's impious attitude would.

And hurl, Light did. A viscous liquid sprayed forth from his mouth before he could respond with something witty and a tad less...slimy. Most of it made it to the floor but enough of it splattered all over his tie and button-up. Dumbly, Light stared as the substance rapidly disappeared from the front of his already ruined suit. He looked at the floor: spotless. The universe could not have any sign of his existence make its mark on the land of the living. But then, one would think the alcohol should not have any effect on him to begin with. The physics of the afterlife were worthy of study but, genius that he was, this was not within his purview.

He needed another drink.

When Light at last answered Near, his voice was small and quiet. "I have been away for quite some time and cannot travel as I used to. I only visited his grave twice so my presence is not tied to that place. If I were to tell you where he was, could you take an item of mine there? Then I could visit him again." He blinked once and then twice, eyes squeezing shut each time.

"You should take one of your men with you. You could drive there with, I don't know, an old piece of clothing of mine and I could hitch a ride there." Light thought for a bit. "Bring some cake, maybe."

Light took a breath. He did not want to say it, but he was being eaten alive by this urge and this drive inside to see him. "Please."

#nearriver

warofchanges

93312639:

The attempt at contact was a surprise but Light did not flinch nor startle. No flesh was there to touch. This one was a bit more handsy than the average Light but the elder allowed it. In order to foster some trust, some breach of boundaries would have to be ignored. He could sacrifice something for some fun. If Light still had a heart, it would be beating out of his chest. The game would begin anew and he would have his second chance at beating L. Oh, and yes- he would have another opportunity to create his utopia. He had not forgotten.

Yes, yes, his past self had been quite the writer back then. Light pretended to ooh and aah over the number of pages filled. He did not ask about the cleansing part. He knew the whole speech by heart and had no interest in hearing it again. It was a brilliant monologue but Light had an agenda to push.

“Smart boy,” Light praised. “Yes, we use these to take your lifespans for our own. We see,” he said, pointing to his eyes, “how much time you have left. We write down your names and then that’s another couple of years we can use to gamble or sleep.”

His tone became more authoritative. The smile he replaced with a grim set of straight uncurled lips. “Now, Light,” he murmured, “what are your defenses? What is your strategy? What will you do if someone dares to stand in your way?”

Light was extremely annoyed by the blasé way the Shinigami skimmed through the pages and pretended to be impressed by the number of names already written. If he was his future self as he claimed, hence presumably knew better than anyone else the whirl of emotions Light was experiencing right now… Yet, Light felt like having his moment of glory being thrashed with unnecessary urgency.

“Take my lifespan?” The teen observed his reflection frowning back at him in the eyes of the Shinigami. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt naked, vulnerable, before those eyes, as if they could see something hovering over his head… “What does it mean?”

He wouldn’t ever allow his doppelgänger to take over without a proper explanation. The more he listened to him, the more questions twirled in his mind, and all he could do was analyze the situation before following any reckless suggestion.

“My strategy?” Again, Light fell in tactical silence. “Everyone standing in my way will be eliminated, obviously. You must know that already.” He carefully chose his words, not letting his guard down. If the Shinigami asked him that… “Does it mean there’s already someone trying to stop us? In this exact moment?” He asked without a second thought, smirking back at the supernatural creature. “Because you know… I guess you’re probably my defense if you’re willing to cooperate. Isn’t it why you gave yourself a second chance?”