summary: ryuk knows he can treat you better than light can. he knows he can make you feel better than light can even if there's no way for you to know that.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, somnophilia, noncon, monster x human, fingering
wc: 1.8k
a/n: wanted to write something halloween-ish so here we go hehe. this goes out to that one anon who encouraged me on this. you're a real one 🫶
Ryuk promised himself he'd never do this.
Really, it wasn't even a conscious promise. More like a piece of innate knowledge. Something all Shinigamis were instilled with. A personal law he never planned on breaking.
Never fall for a human.
It seemed easy. Humans were weak and inferior in just about every way imaginable. They were short-sighted, hot-headed, unintelligent, and incredibly fragile creatures. So many things could break them. Loving one would be like a tiger infatuated with a mouse. And what was the value in something barely worth batting between your paws?
But when he believed all of that, when he thought himself capable of such indifference, he'd never seen one like you.
In all his years drifting between realms, Ryuk had never laid eyes on one of your kind that was so beautiful. You looked divine, soft and glowing in an environment that was otherwise so dim.
Where others came off as crass and annoying, he saw you as playful and sweet. To him, other humans’ inability to see on a larger scale was an inherent flaw. But in regards to you, it was an imperfection that served as evidence as to why you needed him.
You weren't a pest to be swatted away. You were his naive little lamb. His to keep safe from slaughter, to protect and guide even if you never knew of his presence.
Tonight, you slept soundly in bed while he hovered next to you above what was supposed to be Light's side of the mattress. Your boyfriend who didn't deserve you, the one who technically tethered Ryuk to this world. Even though at the beginning of their arrangement Ryuk had promised Light to forever remain neutral on his affairs, that was becoming increasingly hard.
All the nights Light spent slumped over his desk or ruminating on his next move, all the hours he spent going from the taskforce headquarters to secret meetings with Kiyomi, Ryuk couldn’t stand it. Light had the ability to love you fully. To watch you smile as he kissed the apples of your cheeks, to bask in your breaths fanning over his face, to feel your heart beating for him beneath his palms. To have you love him in return.
But he took advantage of exactly none of it. He brushed you off more than he indulged any of your affection. Most days Ryuk wondered why you even stayed in this relationship. He was grateful that you did though. If not for your undying loyalty to Light, the Shinigami would lose you too.
It would be a loss you didn't know about, for you couldn't see Ryuk. Light had never let you touch the notebook that would bridge the gap. It was probably just as well. Ryuk didn’t want to know what your reaction would be to seeing him for the first time.
Most humans screamed. Their eyes widened as shrieks burst from their mouths. They scrambled back, tripped over their feet, did anything they could to get away from the terrifying Shinigami. You’d probably turn and run right into Light’s arms, as if he was the one who wanted to protect you.
Ryuk watched as you shifted in your sleep. Your body rolled in his direction, allowing him a full view of you. You sighed in your sleep. The faint breath was accompanied by a few mumbled words. Nothing he could make out.
His eyes drank you in while his fingers twitched with the urge to touch you. Your breasts pushed against the fabric of the old t-shirt you wore tonight. He could see the curves of both. The hem had ridden up, giving him a glimpse of your silky thighs and tempting red panties.
He could barely stand it. Not touching you gave him the same taut aches that abstaining from apples did. His body wanted to twist and writhe and contort all because he didn’t have your soft flesh within reach.
Instead of grabbing at your body to satiate the hunger, his fingers stroked along your jaw. They coasted back to your neck, eliciting another hitched breath from you.
You were so precious, so fucking pure. His little human. His sweet mortal girl.
His long fingers rose again and curled around the back of your skull. Your head was the perfect size for his hand. His thumb swept along the curve of your cheek, continuing to pet you while you remained so blissfully unaware.
He could only focus on your face for so long though before some natural force dragged his hand downward. It pulled his lithe limb South, over your thumping carotid and hard collarbone. The plush swell of your breast landed in his palm somehow. He squeezed it before he knew what he was doing.
You reacted, rolling your front a little more into the mattress as if trying to shoo the mystery source of pressure away. But he wouldn’t be so easily obstructed.
He hovered closer, drifting to float above you rather than beside. His hand slid between your warm body and the mattress. He continued to grope at your breasts. He made sure not to be too rough, using only enough force to give you the feeling of a nice massage.
You squirmed again, but he didn’t let up. His nimble fingers targeted one of your nipples. He rolled the stiffening bud between the pads. He gave it a little pinch and a tug, and that was when he got a whimper from you.
Ryuk had never really felt pleasure before. He knew enjoyment and satisfaction, but he’d never felt the sensation that made humans throw their heads back and cry out and claw at each other’s flesh. When you made that little breathy noise though, he came a bit closer to understanding it. A rush ran through his bones, spreading a tingling spark to the deepest parts of him.
He couldn’t stop now. Originally, he just wanted a little feel to stave off his cravings for you. But after hearing that, he couldn’t just let go. He’d never heard you sound so good. He had to have more. And you deserved to feel good too. He wanted to give you that. Even if you didn’t know it was him doing it, he wanted to make you feel better than Light ever had.
He sank down closer to you so that his chest was against your back. You couldn’t see him, but he could feel your figure in his embrace, warm and pliant in the way only human bodies were. His hand glided from your breast to your waist. He pet the dip there, stroking your body over and over like he wanted to memorize it.
You still didn’t wake. It was pretty cute. He’d never noticed you to be such a heavy sleeper.
One of your legs hiked up, raising so that you were slightly spread open for him. A raspy laugh rumbled from his throat. You wanted him even if there was no way you were aware of that.
He pushed your t-shirt up even higher. You shivered as your stomach became exposed to the night air. His nails dragged across the skin. They looked so sharp against the tender softness of your flesh.
His fingers ventured down, round the curve of your hip. He tucked the searching digits beneath the lacy band that rested right below your navel. You were warmest here. Heat emanated from the area. It called to his hand, pulled him in closer.
He spread you apart with two of his digits while the middle one delved in between. Your breath hitched again when he found that sweet little bundle of nerves. The pad of his finger flicked across it curiously. He could only imagine how pretty you looked between your thighs. He could see if he just rolled you onto your back and sliced your panties down the middle with one of his sleek nails.
It took the small amount of willpower he had left to convince himself not to do that. He didn’t want to freak you out if you woke up before Light came home. That could wait until another night.
He remained content with swirling his finger around your clit in tiny circles. Your hips twitched a little.
“Atta girl,” he rasped.
He pressed down a little harder on the sensitive bud, and you whined in your sleep. Your fingers gripped the edge of your pillow, flexing around the soft cushion. He kept his digits moving. They slipped down to gather some of the slick leaking from you.
The wetter you got, the easier it was for him to play you like a fine-tuned instrument. Ryuk had never been particularly skilled with his hands, but for you, it wasn’t a problem. He found a rhythm quick. He moved based on what got the most whimpers and squeaks out of you without bringing you fully to consciousness.
That heat in his bones only got stronger. For as long as he could remember, he’d never believed Shinigamis to be capable of true desire. Most of them were certainly void of passion, so lust must have been out of reach too. But right now, with you in his grasp, your warm, pulsating body in his clutches, he felt like he had hot blood running through his veins.
He rubbed you faster and faster. Your hips were no longer twitching. Instead, your body had graduated to full on trembling. Your leg lifted even higher on the mattress. A strangled mewl fell from your lips as you squished your face to the pillow.
Ryuk was so lost in it all that he barely noticed when your noise of pleasure became clear. A moan rang out of you. Your body spasmed, hips rocking back and forth, spine arching. You’d clearly hit your peak.
He took it all in, his eyes even wider than usual. It was perfect. He couldn’t have dreamed of a better possibility.
But the high also meant the end. It meant he only got a few minutes more of this.
He didn’t take a second for granted. His fingers continued to swirl, gradually slowing down as if to guide you back into the comfort of sleep.
It didn’t fully work because he felt you begin to shift below him with a bit more motivation. He slipped his hand from your bottoms and tugged your shirt back into place before drifting away to the space beside the bed.
He watched as you rose onto your elbow and glanced around the room with bleary eyes.
“Light…?” you mumbled.
But upon seeing the room dark, the door shut, and your boyfriend nowhere to be found, you dropped back into your pillow and shut your eyes.
Ryuk glided closer once again. He watched your muscles relax. One deep breath left you before they all fell into an unconscious cadence.
His hand swept across your head. You couldn’t feel his touch, but he could feel your hair and the shape of your skull. It made something glow inside him. He continued to hover there, just watching you rest.
“Not Light, sweet girl,” he whispered.
There was no way you could hear him, but he still liked to think that some part of you knew.
Hello!! Are you able to write a Ryuk x reader where the reader has the Death Note but is extremely bubbly, sweet, and kind? She is also very affectionate towards Ryuk!! (Even tho he is a literal Death God..) i think it would be an interesting dynamic between the two. Thank you and have a great day!!! ^_^
I haven’t done ryuk yet!!! I hope this is good! I don’t know allll about ryuk’s character (although u have the manga and watched the anime-) so I hope this is good🤭
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“Apples & Affection”
Ryuk never expected someone like you to get the Death Note.
Most humans who touched it had dark eyes, sharp intentions, and some deep-rooted thirst for power.
But you?
You were… smiling. At him.
“Hi, Ryuk!” you chirped, waving as if he hadn’t just appeared in your bedroom like a skeletal nightmare. “You’re even taller than I imagined!”
Ryuk blinked, clutching his apples like a shield. “…You’re not screaming.”
“Why would I scream?” you asked, tilting your head. “You’re kind of… cute in a weird, scary way.”
Ryuk nearly choked on his laugh. “Cute? That’s a new one.”
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Life with a Bubbly Death Note Owner
Instead of obsessing over killings or power, you used the notebook carefully—only in extreme circumstances, always with a guilty sigh. But most of your time was spent… talking to Ryuk.
You asked about the Shinigami Realm, about his favorite apples, even about his wings.
“Can I touch them sometime?” you asked, eyes sparkling.
Ryuk stared. “You… want to touch my wings? You’re not afraid they’ll—”
“They look soft!” you beamed.
Ryuk’s jaw unhinged into his usual manic grin. “You’re either insane or… weirdly brave.”
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Affectionate Chaos
You also had a habit of hugging him—despite him being a skeletal, six-foot-plus death god.
“Humans don’t usually… do that,” Ryuk muttered as you wrapped your arms around him after a long day.
“Yeah, but you’re my friend,” you replied cheerfully. “Friends get hugs.”
Ryuk stared down at you for a long moment, his glowing yellow eyes wide. Then he gave a rasping laugh and took another bite of his apple.
Hello!!! I saw Death Note as one of the fandoms.. this one is an odd character choice, and I'm not sure if you are able to write him but are you able to do a Fluff fanfiction of Ryuk x Fem! Reader where the reader is a extroverted, kind, and bubbly person (that also happens to be in possession of his Death Note instead of Light), she is very affectionate towards Ryuk, goes out of her way to bake apple pies JUST for him, and enjoys being in his presence, despite him being a Shinigami? If not, that's totally okay!
Thank you and have a great day!! ^^
♡ BEING FRIENDS WITH A GOD OF DEATH
featuring: ryuk x fem!reader
synopsis: what was requested !!
tags: none
warnings: none!!
word count: 1.1k
an: So excited to have a request for my favorite anime, Death Note!! Keep them coming. Hope you enjoy this!!
Ryuk is curious, mischievous, and chaotic by nature, but with you, he’s…quietly entertained. He’s intrigued by your bubbly energy and the fact that you treat him like more than just a spooky Shinigami.
Your kindness and affection are disarming. You’re extroverted and open, laughing at his sarcastic quips and teasing him about his love of apples, and Ryuk finds himself…well, enjoying your company more than he expected.
He doesn’t say it in words, he never does, but you notice the little ways he sticks around, hovering a bit closer than necessary, or offering you small gestures that are rare for a Shinigami, like nudging your shoulder or tossing you an apple mid-laugh.
You bake apple pies just for him, and Ryuk is simultaneously delighted and baffled. He’s not used to this level of effort from a human.
The first time you offered him a slice, he tilted his head curiously, then took a bite, and his eyes widened slightly. “Not bad…I’d do this again,” he muttered, which for Ryuk is basically a compliment.
After that, he waits for you to bake more, sometimes hovering nearby while you cook, sneaking little bites when you’re not looking, and making dry but affectionate comments.
You’re openly affectionate toward him, laughing, teasing, hugging him, sometimes even trying to hug him, but he’ll quickly turn invisible? Like he did when Misa tried to hug him in the anime.
Ryuk tolerates it, mostly because he finds it amusing and honestly…a little comforting.
He responds in his own way: hovering closer, offering murmurs, or holding out an apple for you to feed him.
You enjoy his dark humor and teasing, and he enjoys your laughter and energy. You make his eternal existence feel lighter, even if he won’t admit it out loud.
Sometimes he follows you around the city when you go shopping or run errands, mostly just observing with an amused tilt of his head. You’ll talk to him about your day, and he listens, even interjecting with dry, witty commentary.
You like to leave little “human touches” around him, notes, small treats, or even just talking about your life, and he seems genuinely intrigued, asking pointed questions or giving his signature sarcastic responses that make you giggle.
He enjoys watching you sleep sometimes, perched nearby. Not in a creepy way (maybe), he’s curious and protective in his own Shinigami-style, making sure you’re safe and comfortable.
On quiet nights, you’ll sit together under the stars. You offer him an apple slice, he takes it slowly, and you talk about the small, silly things humans do. Ryuk listens, but the moments are soft and warm.
He secretly likes it when you grab his hand or wrap an arm around him while walking, it’s so foreign to him, yet he finds it…calming.
Your affection and energy give Ryuk something he didn’t know he wanted: a connection that isn’t fear, manipulation, or boredom. You genuinely like him, and he…well, he likes that you like him.
Since the only way to kill a Shinigami is to have them love you and prevent your death…don’t expect him to do that for you. Yeah, he does like you but, he’s a shinigami first before he feels any other human emotion.
He’s protective in subtle ways, like warning you about risks, watching over you from a distance, or ensuring your pie never burns when he’s nearby.
He may joke that humans are “so needy,” but your bubbly personality makes his endless existence brighter, and that’s as close to love as Ryuk will admit.
Being with you is chaos and sweetness all at once. You bring color and warmth to his world of darkness and boredom.
Ryuk is still Ryuk, mischievous, sarcastic, and otherworldly, but he’s soft around you. Your laughter, hugs, and apple pies are little treasures in his eternal, eerie existence.
You’ve managed to turn a Shinigami’s curiosity and boredom into genuine fondness, and the dynamic is cute, chaotic, and quietly tender.
It’s a quiet afternoon, and you’ve decided it’s the perfect day to bake apple pies. You hum happily in the kitchen, apron tied, flour dusting your hands, while Ryuk hovers nearby, arms crossed and eyes glinting with amusement.
“Do humans really make this much noise while baking?” he mutters, voice low and dry, but you catch the faintest hint of curiosity in his tone.
“I made it for you!” you cheer, holding up a peeled apple with a grin. “You’re my special guest, Ryuk. You deserve the best apple pie in the world!”
Ryuk tilts his head. “Special, huh? Fine…but it better be worth it.”
You giggle and hand him a slice of apple. He sniffs it, exaggerating his scrutiny, then takes a small bite. His eyes widen slightly, not that he’ll admit it, and he chews slowly. “Not bad,” he mutters. “I’d do this again.”
You beam. “I’m glad you like it! But wait, you haven’t even tried the cinnamon yet!” You sprinkle the spice over the apples, and he leans in with mock suspicion. “Careful…humans are weird about spices,” he warns.
As the pies bake, you wander over to him. “I’m really happy you’re here,” you murmur. Before finding the Death Note and its god of death connected to it, you were a pretty lonely person despite being very extroverted. You just didn’t find a friend as good as Ryuk yet.
He grunts in response, but doesn’t move away. Instead, he tilts his head slightly so you can rest against him a little longer.
The oven timer dings, and you pull the pies out, golden and fragrant. You cut a slice for Ryuk and set it on a small plate. “Go on,” you say cheerfully. “I made it just for you.”
He picks up the fork, still grumbling under his breath, but eats the pie carefully. “Okay…that’s actually good,” he admits, eyes glinting. “Who would’ve thought apples taste great cooked?”
For the rest of the afternoon, you sit together at the table, pies on your plates, laughing at Ryuk’s sarcastic commentary, teasing him about the fact that he really does like human food, and occasionally leaning against him. He doesn’t say much, but the way he shifts slightly closer, how his gaze softens when he looks at you, and the faint hum of contentment he makes are more than enough.
By the end of the day, the kitchen is messy, the pies are mostly eaten, and you’re sitting on the counter with your legs swinging, Ryuk hovering nearby. You lean against him lazily, hand brushing his arm, and sigh happily.
“You know,” you say softly, “I think you’re my favorite Shinigami.”
He snorts, voice low and dry, but there’s a small, almost inaudible chuckle in there. “Yeah, yeah…humans are annoying. But I guess you're not so bad.”
reader's race & gender are ambiguous; no physical descriptors are used.
summary: “This… complicates things,” you eventually say, sensing the shinigami’s eyes on you.
“Does it really?” Ryuk hums. “Just keep doing your thing. You kill people, I watch. Win-win.”
“I’m not doing this to kill people,” you say. That’s not how you want to use the notebook. You’re not going to kill people out of revenge, vengeance, anything like that. You’re only going to get rid of those who truly deserve it.
Ryuk laughs. It’s a loud, frightening sound that sends your heart racing again. “Right,” it says with a scoff. “I’ve heard that one before, trust me.”
You find the Death Note.
word count: 5.9k | ao3 version
author's notes: This snippet is Ryuk/Reader focused; there is no explicit romance, so it's up to interpretation! The reader is an atheist, you're welcome.
It/Its pronouns are used for Ryuk, ‘cause duh. Y’all are really prescribing human gender norms to an inhuman being? Nah. Not me.
This will be canon divergent/non-compliant. Expect some social commentary, along the lines of prejudice and human rights issues. Nothing too crazy—things are kept ambiguous.
warnings: canon-typical violence, death, murder; mentions of suicide; throwing up; fear & paranoia.
Light Yagami is having a frustrating day.
His eyes catch on a flattened patch of grass. It looks as if something had been resting there for a while: long enough to leave a divot. That annoys him, for some reason.
Light eventually keeps walking, and this strange observation quickly fades from his mind.
Ten Minutes Prior…
You’re staring down at a black notebook with the words DEATH NOTE scrawled across the front in menacing, uneven font. You stumbled upon the notebook in the school courtyard a few minutes ago and picked it up, curious about it. There’s no name on the inside cover and it’s entirely empty—except for the beginning page, which provides instructions on how to use it:
The human whose name is written in this note shall die.
This note will not take effect unless the writer has the person’s face in their mind when writing their name. Therefore, people sharing the same name will not be affected.
If the cause of death is written within the next 40 seconds of writing the person’s name, it will happen.
If the cause of death is not specified, the person will simply die of a heart attack.
After writing the cause of death, details of the death should be written in the next 6 minutes and 50 seconds.
That’s… kind of edgy. Honestly, this looks like something you would find in a Hot Topic. You frown down at the notebook, resisting the urge to just throw it into a recycling bin somewhere. It’s clearly some sort of gag gift. Right?
But on the off chance that it’s real…
No. No. It’s obviously not real. What are you thinking? School must really be getting to you. You’ve been stressed recently, but not enough to think a blank notebook is capable of killing people. You’re not that crazy.
You sigh and put the notebook in your backpack, before heading off to your next class. As you continue with your day, you forget about the ‘Death Note’ stashed in your bag. It isn’t until you’re returning home and slinging your backpack from your shoulder that you remember it.
After a moment’s contemplation, you place it on your desk and try to relax. You go down to eat dinner with your family, trying to ignore the weird feeling stewing in your chest. After that, you shower and get some schoolwork done. The notebook remains a dark spot in your peripheral vision, almost taunting you for not writing in it.
A ping from your phone breaks you out of your thoughts. It’s a friend, texting you a news article about a politician who’s currently threatening some of the most basic rights you’re afforded as citizens and humans. Great. Wonderful.
Your eyes find the Death Note of their own accord.
…It doesn’t even work. Why bother writing this man’s name in it if it won’t work?
Well. At this point, it’s low risk, high reward. If you write his name and nothing happens, then you can go on with your night—and finally forget about the stupid notebook. You’re almost certain that’s what will happen, so before you can convince yourself otherwise, you’re picking up a pen and opening the Death Note. You read through the rules once, twice, three times. You glance at your phone again. Back at the notebook.
Your hand almost moves of its own accord. The politician’s name, Shuhei Takamura, is now scrawled in the Death Note. If this thing is real—which it isn’t—then he will die within a minute. Your eyes are glued to the clock mounted on the wall, watching the second hand tick mockingly. Twenty seconds, thirty seconds, forty-five…
One minute.
Nothing.
You sigh in relief.
The next day is a pretty ordinary one. You eat breakfast and finish up some schoolwork before heading to your first class, a gen-ed in a big lecture hall. There’s at least 100 people in this class, so you typically just find a seat and keep to yourself. Fortunately, you snagged one near the end of a back aisle early on in the semester. You find that seat again today, getting out your laptop and preparing yourself for another long lecture.
Your professor starts explaining the material: Abrahamic religions. Your topic of discussion this week is Islam. You start taking notes and trying your best to pay attention, but when your phone buzzes, you can’t help but get it out and look at it. To your surprise, it’s a text from your friend, reading “LMFAO karma” with a link to another news article. The headline auto-populates in the message, cutting off to just read: Dead at 68. You frown and click the link, your heart about to jump up your throat.
As you feared, the news article pronounces the death of the politician—the same one whose name you wrote down yesterday. You read into the article a bit more, desperate for some sort of detail to prove that this wasn’t your doing. Maybe he died in a car crash or an assassination or something crazy.
But sure enough, it’s right there: Shuhei Takamura…died of a heart attack… The time of death is estimated to be 7:30 p.m…
7:30 is just around the time you decided to write in the Death Note. Your throat burns. You scramble out of your seat frantically, nearly running to the door at the back of the lecture hall and slipping out of it. The nearby gender-neutral restroom is free and you practically lurch into it, shutting and locking the door behind you before falling to your knees and throwing up into the toilet.
You wipe a shaking hand across your forehead, surprised and concerned to find sweat dampening your skin. It takes several moments for you to learn how to breathe normally again.
Then you take a slow breath, placing a hand to your chest and trying to stay calm. Surely this is all just a fluke. People die all the time, after all. Thousands of people die every day! This is just a coincidence… Right?
You swallow past the taste of bile and try to take a deep breath. It takes you a few minutes to regain your composure. Suddenly, class feels entirely unimportant. And the thought of returning after the scene you just made is… not exactly appealing. You type an email to your professor with shaking hands, citing an unexpected sickness as the cause of your absence. Then you throw your backpack over your shoulder and walk home, glancing over your shoulder every few minutes in paranoia.
Divisive Legislation Falls Apart after Untimely Death of Councillor
In the wake of Councillor Takamura’s passing, the proposed legislation—which would have disproportionately affected minorities—fails to receive enough votes to be ratified.
You really shouldn’t be doing this. You should throw the notebook away. You should do the responsible thing, find a lighter and set the thing on fire. Let it burn to ash.
Instead, you take a deep breath and pick up your pen. You stare at the screen of your laptop, heart in your throat as you investigate your next victim, Daiki Nishimura. He’s a wealthy politician, who went to prison for embezzlement and tax fraud—and was accused of attempted assault and battery. Someone who will not be missed.
This will be the real test.
Daiki Nishimura. Cause of death: motorcycle accident.
You have to pick something specific for the cause of death, and a motorcycle accident seems strangely niche enough to do the trick. There’s absolutely nothing online referencing him as being a motorcyclist. So, if he dies in a motorcycle accident, you’ll have almost no choice but to accept that the Death Note is very much real. Right?
You look up at the clock. It’s been around fifteen seconds. You have about six minutes to add details. You frown, before adding to the entry.
Daiki Nishimura. Cause of death: motorcycle accident. Broke his arm in the fallout; was wearing a hat.
There. That should be enough, even for a skeptic like you. Those details are obscure, but not strange enough to warrant any unwanted suspicion. It’ll be difficult for people to attach this incident to Councillor Takamura’s death.
Of course, this is all assuming that the Death Note works. You’re still wondering if Takamura’s death was just a well-timed coincidence. You shake your head and look down at the notebook, your heart thundering away in your chest. You watch the clock, watch the minute hand make its pilgrimage across the surface again and again…
“Working hard or hardly working?”
You flinch and fall to the ground at the strange and deep voice, scrambling backwards until your back hits the wall. Your eyes crawl up, up, up, past skeletal gray limbs and black clothing to find a malicious sneer with sharp teeth; yellow eyes and red pupils; and spiky dark hair. You’re struggling to make sense of the sight before you, but one thing is clear: this is not a human. Its head nearly hits the ceiling of your bedroom. It’s towering and terrifying.
You pull your knees closer to your chest. The being notices and grins a bit wider, before its eyes fall to the Death Note on your desk. “Looks like you found my notebook,” the being says. It squints down at it. “......There’s only two names in it. You lose your pen or something?”
You can’t even find words. You’re sure your jaw is on the ground, at this point. There’s nothing you can do but stare.
It floats in front of your face; you hide your head in your knees for a few seconds, waiting for it to kill you. After a few moments pass, you hesitantly peek over your knees and find it staring at you. The being squints, reaching down and poking you in the temple with a bony finger. Its skin is grey-purple and freezing. You flinch a bit. It pokes you again. Flinch. This cycle repeats itself a few more times before it lets out something like a sigh and stands up straight again.
“Humans are usually a lot more fun,” it says with a frown. It nudges you with a black pointed boot. You try to stay calm. You’re probably not doing a very good job of it.
“What are you?” you finally manage to ask, your voice wavering in fear.
“Me?” it asks with amusement. “Name’s Ryuk. I’m a Shinigami. And that’s my notebook. Or, at least, it is now.”
Shinigami: a god of death. Is that really what it is? The being does look unnaturally tall, its head nearly scraping the ceiling of your bedroom. Not to mention, it appeared out of nowhere. You stare up at it—Ryuk—and your throat goes dry. Safe to say, it’s completely terrifying. And Ryuk knows it too, if the sneer on its face is anything to go by.
“And you’re…” the shinigami says with a grin, before enunciating your name carefully. Your blood runs cold.
“How do you know that?” you choke out. You never told it your name.
“I’ve been watching,” Ryuk continues. “You have my notebook. And Shinigami can see the names and lifespans of all humans.”
The names and lifespans of all humans. Why can it see that? Maybe that has something to do with the notebook. If the Death Note was originally Ryuk’s notebook, maybe the shinigami actually uses it. But why? Why would killing humans benefit a god of death? Unless…
“Do you… feed on humans or something?” you realize aloud.
“You’re sharp,” it notes with a dangerous smile. “Good. Less work for me.” It completely avoided the question. Which likely means... it does feed on humans. Or at least harm them in some way. Your stomach churns.
Unbothered, the shinigami proceeds to explore your room, taking in the posters scattered across the walls and decorations lining your bookshelves. “Nice digs,” Ryuk says with an exaggerated whistling sound. As its hulking form passes by the window, your heart jumps a bit.
“Get away from the window—” you choke out, realizing the shinigami could easily be seen from your window.
This remark amuses Ryuk. “Relax,” it rolls its eyes. Either it’s a trick of the light, or its eyeballs actually roll in its socket. You’re not sure which explanation is more comforting. Probably neither of them. “Mortals can only see me if they’ve touched the Death Note.”
“Oh,” you say. You pinch the bridge of your nose. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. You’re fine. “...So you’re a hallucination.” That’s the only reasonable explanation for whatever the fuck is happening right now. You’re just hallucinating. Dreaming, even. You pinch your arm. Nothing. Damn it.
“No, I’m a shinigami,” Ryuk argues, almost insistent. “Shinigami,” it enunciates slowly.
“Yeah, I got that part, thanks,” you manage to say dryly. You make your way over to your desk on slightly unsteady legs, brutally aware of the being hovering over your shoulder. Its frigid breath itches your neck. You stare down at the Death Note. It takes a while for you to process everything. You’re sure it will take far longer time than you have tonight. “I don’t know what’s happening anymore,” you admit, resisting the urge to bury your head in your hands again.
Supernatural beings… notebooks that can take any person’s life… What the absolute fuck is going on?! You stare down at the Death Note again. The logical decision would be to destroy it. Obviously. You shouldn’t even be giving this thing the time of day. It would be the right thing to do.
But right and wrong, black and white, life and death… It’s all subjective. One person’s right is another’s wrong. Your country’s justice is criminal to people like you. Enacting systemic change is impossible in the current conditions. It doesn’t matter what you do or how you do it. The voices of the minority are silenced by the majority. That’s how things have always been, and how they will continue to be. History is written by the victors.
This Death Note, then, is a chance to turn the tides. To provoke mass outrage, challenging people to confront the realities they’re uncomfortable with.
Life isn’t fair. And if you want people like you to have a chance at succeeding… well, maybe it’s time to tip the scales.
You don’t realize just how deep you’ve retreated into your mind palace until you hear Ryuk clear its throat pointedly. You snap back to attention, taking a slow breath. This is still a lot to take in.
“This… complicates things,” you eventually say, sensing the shinigami’s eyes on you.
“Does it really?” it hums. “Just keep doing your thing. You kill people, I watch. Win-win.”
“I’m not doing this to kill people,” you say. That’s not how you want to use the notebook. You’re not going to kill people out of revenge, vengeance, anything like that. You’re only going to get rid of those who truly deserve it.
Ryuk laughs. It’s a loud, frightening sound that sends your heart racing again. “Right,” it says with a scoff. “I’ve heard that one before, trust me.”
‘But I’m different!’” the shinigami says in a whiny tone. It floats about the space sideways, hands clasped together. “‘I’m just doing what’s right!’ ‘Nothing bad will ever happen to me!’ You mortals are all the same.”
“You’ve done this before?” you ask.
“Death Notes have been dropped before,” Ryuk discloses with complete boredom.
“Wait, wait,” you say. “Death Notes, plural? There are multiple?”
Ryuk sees the wide-eyed expression on your face and laughs. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you.” It pokes your nose, its nail digging into your skin for a brief second. You bat its hand away and it goes with the movement, before proceeding to explore your bedroom with interest.
At some point, your phone vibrates and breaks through the tense silence. You swallow past your fear and look down at the notification:
Shibuya Post
BREAKING: Politician Daiki Nishimura dies in motorcycle collision…
“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself disbelievingly, running a shaking hand over your face.
The shinigami just cackles.
“Whatcha playin’?” Ryuk asks you one weekend, when you’ve finally managed to get some free time. You’re holding your Nintendo Switch controller and staring at your screen, expertly maneuvering your character through a spiraling racetrack.
“MarioKart,” you respond.
“Can I play?”
You’re so surprised by the question that you actually look away from the screen, staring at the shinigami in complete disbelief. “You want to play?” you repeat surprisedly. It nods. “Uh… yeah, sure. What the hell.” You quit your current game and motion for it to come over to you. Playing video games with a god of death. What is your life coming to?
“I’m totally gonna kick your ass, by the way,” you huff at it, holding out a spare controller.
“Right,” Ryuk scoffs, nearly snatching the controller from your hand. It looks positively tiny in the shinigami’s hand. “Stupid human.” The being pulls its legs up into what must be an uncomfortable position, hunching its spine so it can fit on the edge of your bed next to you. The two of you stare at the screen ahead as the character selection menu loads.
You pick Dry Bones. Ryuk picks Dry Bowser. You try not to think about the meaning behind those choices—the fact that you chose virtually the same thing as a shinigami. You shake your head and advance to the car customization screen. After selecting your car model, wheels, and a glider, you wait for Ryuk to finish before finishing with the set-up and waiting for the first track to load.
Three laps and a surprising amount of cursing later, you find yourself staring at the leaderboard victoriously. You chance a sidelong glance at the shinigami next to you. “Consider your ass kicked,” you smirk, unable to resist flaunting your victory.
“Ugh!” Ryuk whines, its voice taking on a slightly childish lilt. It’s the first time you’ve heard the shinigami express anything resembling a genuine emotion. And even so, its emotions are usually negative: amusement at your expense, irritation, impatience.
“Hey, don’t break it!” you exclaim, reaching over to take your controller back as its hand threatens to crush it. Ryuk just smirks and holds it over your head, its freakishly long arm keeping the controller at a distance. “Come on, that’s not funny.” You huff, making a half-hearted grab for it before giving up.
The shinigami just grins, before putting a free hand on your head and shaking it. You think it must be a mimicry of a friendly gesture, like a noogie or a hair ruffle… But its fingers are long enough to nearly stretch down your forehead, and you’re reminded of your powerlessness.
The MarioKart races are less fun after that.
WORLDWIDE BROADCAST
[To: Kanto, JapanFrom: INTERPOL]
[LIVE FEED]
A young man with shaggy black hair sits at a news desk; he’s wearing a simple charcoal grey suit with a navy tie. A name plaque in front of him reads: Lind L. Tailor. The lighting is harsh, with something resembling a spotlight illuminating his form. Behind him is a projector with the INTERPOL logo. Tailor makes eye contact with the camera in a stern expression.
Lind L. Tailor
Good evening, everyone. I apologize for the interruption. We felt a worldwide, live broadcast of such proportions would be necessary, given the recent actions of the vigilante commonly known as Kira.
My name is Lind L. Tailor, otherwise known as L. I head an International Police Task Force, including several member nations. In light of recent events, we have launched an international investigation to ensure Kira is brought to justice.
“Huh,” Ryuk says, peering at the screen with interest. It glances at you. “Looks like they’re catching on to ya.”
“Kira,” you repeat. “It’s kind of a lazy name.”
Ryuk huffs. “Right, because that’s what yer worried about. Humans.”
Lind L. Tailor
Criminals around the world are being murdered by a serial killer. I consider this to be the most atrocious act of murder in history. Kira, I will hunt you down, and I will catch you.
You stare at the screen in disbelief. Then, you laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Ryuk asks curiously, peeking over at you.
“That’s crazy,” you remark, staring at the screen. “I’ve killed, like, maybe 10 people by now. Maximum. There have been countless genocides across human history, but this is what gets him?”
“Ha!” Ryuk chuckles. “Fragile ego.”
Lind L. Tailor
Kira, we have a well-informed understanding of what you hope to accomplish.
You feel Ryuk staring at you expectantly. You ignore it and focus on the broadcast again.
Lind L. Tailor
Regardless of what you think you’re proving, what you’re doing right now… is evil.
You frown and stare at the screen, waiting for something to happen. There’s just silence for a few moments. Is he waiting for Kira to do something? Perhaps this is a trap—the name plaque does feel far too obvious. The detective is trying to bait you into killing this guy on-air—who probably isn’t even the real L—so that he can get more information, maybe even test a theory.
Sure, it’s clever. But not nearly clever enough.
You decide to wait a few more moments, just in case something else happens. Eventually, boredom gets the best of you and you turn the TV off, ignoring Ryuk’s offended outburst.
Meanwhile, L Lawliet sits in a dark room, his knees curled up to his chest as he worries at his thumbnail. He wears a simple white T shirt and jeans, his feet bare and his eyes locked on the TV screen in front of him with impressive focus. Lind L. Tailor sits there, entirely unharmed. L gives the word for the broadcast to end, watching in dissatisfaction as the screen goes fuzzy before returning to the original programming. He shuts it off.
“I was wrong,” L says blankly, his voice sounding like a stranger’s. He’s hit with a sudden uncharacteristic frustration. His hands tighten, his fingers tangling in the hems of his jeans. “No… that can’t be. I have to be missing something.”
But the truth of the matter is staring him in the face: his bluff failed. He tried to provoke the killer and he failed.
L never fails, never loses. The detective is never defeated, especially not by faceless killers with a misguided sense of justice.
The television screen is unaware of his scrutiny, instead just dark and unforgiving in its judgmental silence. L’s fingers jitter against his knee. “Who are you, Kira?” he demands. The heavy silence that lingers around him only makes him feel more frustrated. “And what do you want?”
You decide to take it easy for a week or two, just to throw that detective off. Besides, coursework and regular work are keeping you busy enough. By the time you have a chance to sit down with the Death Note again, it’s almost two weeks later. L is probably foaming at the mouth with impatience and irritation. The thought is satisfying.
Less satisfying is the fact that L will probably be able to attribute this crime to you, unless you provide a specific cause of death that’s inconspicuous enough. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem like the most recent victim—Kenta Yamane, who committed suicide—was ever connected to Kira. You can only hope that INTERPOL is operating under the false assumption that Kira is only killing with heart attacks. Then again, if L really is the world’s greatest detective, he probably has his doubts.
You shake your head and return to your thoughts, sifting through a mental list of potential candidates before the next entry comes to mind. You visualize his face and imagine his voice, before slowly writing his name down. The cause of death, you’ve decided, will be drowning. Nothing super suspicious. It happens just often enough for it to be realistic, without providing any tangible connections to Kira. That should work, right?
“Just so ya know,” Ryuk points out, watching as you carefully write the name in the Death Note, “whoever uses the Death Note can’t go to Heaven or Hell.”
It takes a concerted effort for you to keep your focus and finish writing. Then, once you’ve safely completed the instructions, you put your pen down and look over at him. “And you’re just now mentioning that?” you huff in amusement.
“Yep,” Ryuk says unabashedly. It seems to enjoy provoking distress in humans—especially you. Unfortunately for the shinigami, you’re not so easily thwarted. Ryuk floats behind you, and it takes even more effort not to flinch as its shadow seems to swallow up the entire room. You take a measured breath, the gesture echoing in your ears.
“So, how’s it feel?” it asks. It’s floating above you now, its head bent down so its face is upside down before you. Ryuk locks eyes with you. Its grin looks particularly menacing from this angle. Your heart rate picks up a bit. It tilts its head. “You’re going nowhere.”
You take another slow breath. It’s trying to intimidate you. Besides… “I kind of knew that already,” you answer. “I didn’t need you to tell me.”
“Ohohoh!” Ryuk chuckles, finally twisting so that it’s sitting on your desk now. Its hand is huge, nearly spanning the entire notebook. You push it away, not wanting the fresh ink to smear. Ryuk notices this and laughs, before studying you for a moment. “You’re pretty grim for a human.”
Why is it so hard for you to keep your focus in this conversation? Ryuk’s presence is so distracting. Then again, it’s a direct challenge to the laws of nature. You didn’t think beings like shinigami existed. But here you are, talking to one and writing in its weirdly powerful notebook. This is all so strange.
“No Heaven or Hell,” Ryuk repeats, almost as if testing your reaction. Its fingers tap against the desk in a haunting rhythm. The air almost seems to get colder whenever the being is near you, and now is no exception. Each time you speak, your breaths emerge in visible puffs of air. A persistent shiver runs down your spine, settling deep in your bones.
A breath. “Heaven and Hell don’t exist,” you respond with a frown.
“I like you!” Ryuk declares, its lips twisting at an unnatural angle. “You’re one of those… athletes?”
“Atheists,” you correct it, amused by the mistake. “But sure.”
“Huh,” Ryuk notes. “Humans are real weird.”
“So you’ve said,” you note. “Several times.”
“And?” it scoffs impatiently. “It bears repeating! Now gimme an apple.”
“Bossy,” you mutter under your breath, trying to ignore the shinigami. Your patience lasts for all of a few minutes, before you’re groaning in annoyance and getting to your feet to head to the kitchen. Ryuk follows you like a shadow. Your steps almost echo throughout the empty house, the wooden floorboards creaking ominously beneath your feet. Eventually, you grab an apple and toss it up to it defeatedly.
Ryuk snatches the fruit with inhuman speed and bites into it with a sickening crunch. You find yourself watching it eat, something unpleasant curling in your stomach as you notice just how sharp the shinigami’s teeth are. Eventually Ryuk notices you watching and sends you a pointed grin.
“Want some?” it offers, holding up the apple core.
“Uh… no,” you say flatly. “Thanks.”
Ryuk shrugs. “More for me,” it says, throwing the core up in the air before swallowing it whole. For a moment, you’re just staring in complete shock. Then a disbelieving laugh crawls from your lips. Ryuk looks over at you in bemusement. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” you respond. Somehow, you don’t think it would appreciate being compared to a trained animal at an aquarium. Still, the resemblance there was uncanny. You stifle another laugh and Ryuk pouts for a few minutes, before its fleeting attention is quickly captured by something else.
You’ve done your best to be careful with how you use the Death Note, especially as time passes and the death count starts to rack up. You try to make your entries as variable as possible, writing them at different days and times. The victims—your victims, a voice in the back of your head corrects you—are from all different areas of the world. Still, you’re sure it’s rather obvious that you live in Tokyo. The majority of your early activity was concentrated in your area, concerning individuals that had an impact on your country and its government. Even as you branch out and attempt to navigate the increasingly tangled web of foreign diplomacy, your roots are in Japan.
Kira is becoming increasingly popular, too. The first few victims dominated the public eye, but as time passes and the moniker sticks, people start idolizing this phantom killer. There are fan accounts promoting the killer’s activity; protests and rallies that center around the vigilante… Kira is quickly turning into a sociopolitical movement.
That part is satisfying, you have to admit. Your actions, under the veil of Kira, have prompted many people to actually pause and take a step back to look at the systems of power and governance in the country. Systemic issues that had slipped under the radar are now being called to light. After all, people do care—supposedly, it just took someone to make them look.
And if that person is you—or, well, the persona that the public has created for your actions—then so be it. There’s only one problem, really. Kira’s popularity is a double-edged sword. As the public grows more familiar with Kira and the many issues plaguing society, the opposing forces grow more restless and weary. The Japanese police have collaborated with INTERPOL to create that task force mentioned on the broadcast; it’s now focused solely on bringing Kira—you—to justice. And they are fierce. That detective L and his colleagues have adamantly maintained that Kira needs to be not only brought to justice, but punished for the murders.
Obviously, this starts to worry you. You don’t have regrets for your actions, but you are wary of the consequences they may bring. You’re proud of what you’re doing, yes. But you don’t necessarily want to spend the rest of your life rotting in prison, either. You’re just… not sure if those sentiments can coexist.
“Ryuk,” you say one late night, the pressure of the past few weeks starting to catch up to you. Your workload for school is increasing; your parents are pressuring you to grow your horizons and try some sort of extracurricular activity at school; you haven’t been able to talk to your friends in a while. It’s getting to be a lot. And, again, if someone has to take the burden, you’ll do it. But the fear of what comes next is starting to weigh heavily on you.
“Yeah?” Ryuk asks, breaking you out of your contemplation. It looks at you intently. It noticed your somewhat withdrawn behavior throughout the day, poking and nudging at you before eventually relenting and just sharing in your introspective silence. The being must sense that there’s something important you want to say, though—it leans forward in interest.
You rub a hand over your face. Your eyelids burn with fatigue. Your head is aching. You can’t remember the last time you had a day to yourself—without school, without family and friends, without the Death Note and the shinigami breathing down your neck.
The words come out in a rush. “Would you kill me, if I asked?”
The ever-present hum of your desktop monitor, coupled with the gentle breeze of your rotating fan on the ground, is the only sound to permeate the silence. Ryuk is silent. You wonder if it’s considering the question. It can see your lifespan above your head, after all, can’t it?
“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now,” Ryuk grins. Okay. Maybe not considering the question, then.
“Answer the question,” you remark tiredly.
“Depends,” it says nonchalantly, sensing your sincerity but clearly not wanting to adopt it. You suppose you don’t blame Ryuk—if you were a shinigami, you’d find mortal conundrums humorous too. It’s all a matter of perspective. Its next words are a small comfort. “Maybe if ya asked nicely enough.”
You swallow hard. “If…” you break off. Your fingers jitter on your leg impatiently. You take a deep breath. In, out. You look over at the being. “If the police get me. Or that detective. Or whoever. And I’m stuck rotting in prison for the rest of my life… would you kill me?”
“Come on,” Ryuk says with a roll of its eyes. It’s still taking this far less seriously than you’d like. It regards you, towering over you in that way it always likes. “This wishy-washy bullshit doesn’t suit you, human.”
Your throat burns. That’s not the answer you’re looking for. Maybe if you do actually ask nicely enough…
“Please?” you ask somewhat desperately. Your voice breaks a little.
Ryuk huffs, then looks down at you. Really looks, for several moments that seem to drag on for eternity. It reaches out, its claws sending a shiver down your spine as they graze your cheekbone. Its gaze flits across your face with a sense of perplexment, almost twisted fascination. Its skin is ice-cold; its hand is almost skeletal, harsh planes of bone knitting together and fusing with nails that look like claws.
“It won’t come to that,” Ryuk then says. There’s only certainty in its voice.
“How do you know?” you ask quietly, clinging to its confidence like a lifeline.
“I’ve been with you since you picked up my Death Note,” it answers. “Observing. I know how things will end.”
“But you can’t tell me how they’ll end,” you say, holding back a sigh.
“That’d spoil the fun,” Ryuk grins, its lips cutting through his cheeks and exposing its razor-sharp teeth. Your heart jumps in your chest as you remember your position: practically powerless before this ancient being. “I’m just along for the ride. And I have to say, it’s a pretty entertaining one.”
“Of course it is,” you huff. Ryuk’s clawed finger digs into your cheekbone at that, hard enough to draw blood. You stifle a pained sound at the sharp sting of the open air; blood drips down your face sluggishly. Ryuk’s eyes track the movement.
“You bleed pretty,” it remarks. It sounds far too sure of itself, as if it’s merely stating a fact. Ryuk’s hand lingers under your jaw, spanning your cheek, fingers curling behind your ear. It’s here, in the dim lighting of your bedroom, that you remember the nature of your present company. This is no mortal: this is a monster, beyond your human comprehension. Its figure dwarfs yours; its hand practically envelops your entire head.
You hiss in pain as its finger traces the cut back up your face, nail digging into the punctured skin. You blink instinctually as its clawed nail drags closer to the edge of your eye. Your eye flutters; your hand reaches out to grasp the open air, before you recognize the futility of the gesture and let it fall back down.
Finally, Ryuk freezes. You stare up at it, blood sliding down your cheek in crimson tears. “What was that for?” you ask, the words far too loud in the quiet tension of your bedroom.
“Your memory,” Ryuk responds. You feel the imprint of its touch long after the shinigami withdraws its hand. “You’re marked by death now.”
The air in your room is cold long after Ryuk leaves.
endnotes: whEWWWW that was hot ok i mean uh anyways YEAH.
sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger—i really wanted to get this out before October ended. happy spooktober teeheeeee!
hypothetically speaking, if i *hypothetically* fleshed out the ideas i have for a continuation of this... it would be with a male reader... and he would meet L and Light and there would be lots of whump and shit. hypothetically. because i totally don't have 39 pages of this in a google doc... ha....... haa... sigh
That’s a grown ass man I promise you he knows swear words and he has sex education…
this happens so much to for example Shaun Murphy like holy fuck they baby him so much and those cringe ass
Y/N:Aw fuck I messed up the cake!
Character with autism: Aw man fuck that sucks
Y/N:Omg shaun who fucking taught you that I’m gonna fucking rock their shit
THEYRE SO ANNOYING STOP IT. DO RESEARCH ABOUR AUTISM BEFORE WRITING ABOUT AN AUTISTIC CHARACTER BECAUSE NEWSFLASH, THEYRE NOT BABIES AND THEY SHOULDNT BE BABIED. A lot of the time they notice if you baby them too.
-Went back to the shinigami realm but grew bored quickly. Watched the human realm with another shinigami and saw you. You seemed to have the same ideals as Light, based on your interactions with others alone, so he took an interest in you
-Set the death note under your doorstep, excited for some fun
-After becoming your Shikigami, Ryuk said you had potential to second the best death note owner (You killed off war leaders, criminals, and most importantly, women who had no self worth)
-Ryuk felt an unfamiliar warmth when talking to you in public. You didn’t respond for fear of looking crazy but he felt more listened to than with Light
While dating-
-No PDA because you’d either look schizophrenic or paranormal, but he’d touch your hair in a way so it’d look like the wind to get away with it
-When fighting/arguing with someone, he wouldn't hype you up but he’d trash talk them even if they couldn’t hear him
-Would tell you how fond he was of you each time you give him an apple
-As much as he was fond of/fascinated by you, he wouldn’t die for you, just miss you when you’re gone
Featuring HxH, YYh, and for a limited time Death Note
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Hunter x Hunter
Knov 👔👔👔👔👔
It's a hard no for him
He won't even entertain the thought
“You're not a worm.”
“But if I was, would you love me 🥺”
“No.”
“But what if-” and he cuts you off with a heavy sigh.
“I love you just the way you are. You're perfect. And if you want me to prove it to you, we'll go on a date right now. Anywhere, no matter how far or how expensive.”
He moves forward to cup your face sweetly.
“Is that a satisfactory answer, my dear.”
You can't help but take a little advantage of the situation. A cheeky grin on your face
“You're taking a month long vacation with me.”
“So be it.”
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Kurapika ⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️
He has to do a double take first, letting the words process for a moment.
When he does, he rubs a hand to his temple.
“No.”
He's very much exhausted, so he doesn't take the question all that seriously.
Not like it was a very serious one to begin with.
But he notices you pouting after he gave his answer.
So he ends up laying his head on your lap when he gets the chance.
“I'd love you no matter what. You know that right?”
And the vulnerability of his confession makes your heart melt.
“I know. I was just being silly….But if you were a worm I'd still love you.”
You can hear him let out an amused huff.
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Kite🪁🪁🪁🪁🪁
Poor thing is so confused.
“No?” He said unsure.
He genuinely can't tell if you're being serious or not.
And the last thing he wants is to make you upset from his answer
But this isn't serious, it can't be. So if he answered you honestly, you shouldn't be mad.
He notices you trying to hide back your laughter seeing him struggle to formulate a proper answer.
He knows for sure then you're messing with him.
And he's embarrassed he gave it any thought at all.
“You're such a pain, you know that?” He tried to hide his flustered expression.
But you followed next to him persistently.
“You love me~”
He looked at you from the corner of his eye.
“Not as a worm I won't.”
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Morel🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬
He can't help but laugh at the question.
It's so bizarre. And he thinks he's getting too old for this crap.
But despite it, he humors you.
“You know what? Sure.”
“Really!?! You’re so sweet!!!”
The way your eyes light up almost makes him feel bad for his next choice of words.
Almost.
“Yeah. Good source of protein.”
You give his arm a swat with a glare.
“I take it back. You're a jerk.😠”
Before you can slip away, he's wrapping his arms around you to pull you close.
“You could've just asked me normally, you know.”
Asked if he loved you point blank and simple.
“The answer's still yes by the way.”
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Ging🎣🎣🎣🎣🎣
He smiles at you, but it's not a lovey dovey soft one.
Oh no.
It's mischievous and playful.
Not a very good sign for you.
“I'd tie you to end of my fishing pole and use you as bait. Then when a fish tries to eat you, I'll pick it up and tell it to unhand my girlfriend/boyfriend.”
You can't help but facepalm at his very obvious attempt to get under your skin.
“You know what? Forget I asked.”
“What!?! You wanted to know!”
“You're supposed to say, ‘Of course I'd still love you. I'd love you in every life and every form.”
“Ha! Screw all that sappy crap.”
You turned your head away from him and crossed your arms.
“C’mon. Don't be all mad. The fact that I'm here means I care about you.”
“Care?”
“I'm not gonna say it.”
You flash him and unimpressed look that makes him give in.
“Fine. I…Like …You.”
“Keep going.”
“The way…That … you are.”
“Was that so hard?”
“I'd rather tell my son where I am.”
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Leorio 🩺🩺🩺🩺🩺
He gives you a deadpanned look. One that says the answer should be obvious.
But in case it isn't, he explains anyway.
“Babe, you're the only one who's genuinely shown interest in me. If you think being a worm is gonna get you out of this relationship, you're dead wrong.”
You do your best to hide your smile.
“So it's a yes then?”
“I wouldn't care if you were a fly or a pile of crap. You're mine, you hear me!”
Maybe a little crude, but he gets his point across nevertheless.
You reward him with a smooch on the cheek. Watching in amusement as his face heats up.
“Oh stop, my beating heart!”
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Wing👓👓👓👓👓
It doesn't even take him a second to answer.
“Of course I'd still love you.”
You knew what he'd say, how could you not. But you wanted to tease him just a little.
“How would you even know it was me though?”
He looked in thought for a second, lighting up when he figured out his response.
“Your body language! You'd probably inch your way towards me, and I'd know.”
But he wasn't done there.
“I could pick you out in a sea of thousands even now. How would I not recognize you?”
You don't think you've ever been anymore in love.
Listening intently as he listed off everything he knew about you.
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Knuckle🐕🐕🐕🐕🐕
Now, he knows what he wants to say.
It'd be a yes obviously.
But he thinks about it. Really thinks about it.
You'd be so tiny. So fragile.
He didn't want to hurt you accidentally.
So he proposed something better. Much better if you might add.
“We could be worms together 👉👈”
He's so sweet, you think you might just melt.
“Of course we could be worms together.”
“Really? I'd fight off all the other worms so they'd know you were mine!”
Summary: Ever since you found out your best friend, Misa Amane, is the second Kira, you have been in the shadows, keeping quiet about everything. She tells you her plans to find the first Kira. However, you have a bad gut feeling about what this can entail in the future. After she finds out who Kira is, she tells him about you, and Kira insists on meeting up with you in person. You knowing of the Death Note has seemingly put you in an awkward spot in both of the Kiras' plans, and you have no choice but to work alongside them. After meeting Kira, he allows you to meet his Shinigami. Well, little did you know that this Shinigami will impact your life for the better.
A/N note: Hello! This is for the Ryuk lovers. There are little to no x reader fanfictions involving him. (I have read ALL of the x reader of him that are possibly out there. I need more!) So, somebody has to step up for the people! Anyway, this was originally on AO3, and still updating as of this moment! I will be posting the current chapters 2 days apart until the most recent so I do not spam the tags. But, this is like a testing chapter to see if you people on tumblr like it so far, so.. enjoy! WARNING THOUGH. I'M BAD AT WRITING. This is my first major fic I have written in like AWHILE. So, bare with me.
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WORD COUNT: 5,317
"Hey, can you get me my cell phone real quick? It should be on my bed."
"You got it."
You spoke softly to the woman next to you. Standing up and stretching for a second, you proceed to walk to her room. Turning on the light, you rummage through to find her cell phone. A minute has passed now while you were searching through it, and you sighed. She probably left it somewhere on her desk. You then walk over to her desk area, opening the drawers. You rearranged a few things in the process of doing so. A pink, cheetah-pattern diary, another cute pink diary, but it was all pastel and Hello Kitty themed, and… a black notebook, with the title being 'Death Note'. Probably another one of those edgy and dark-themed things she has. She's really into that kind of aesthetic, after all.
After looking through that drawer, no luck. You scoff, closing it. You open the next one below it and- ah ha! Jackpot! You quickly grabbed her phone- it has a cute little doll charm on it that is supposed to be her. You skipped across the hallway to the room where the woman was present. You then walked into the room.
"Hey, I found your cell pho-"
"…"
You dropped her cell phone in pure disbelief. She looks up at you quickly, wondering why you had that look on your face.
"What's wrong? Is everything alright?"
You have a face of pure terror. You couldn't even begin to describe what you are seeing right in front of your very eyes. She runs towards you, grabbing both of your arms for comfort. She then looks in the direction your face is headed. She softly gasps.
"That.. it… it's-"
You shakily raise your hand to point at the creature.
"Oh. Ha.." She awkwardly shook her head. "I thought she told me nobody can see her but me…" She asks. You slowly glance at her, then back at the monster right in front of you.
"W-What do you MEAN?" You were petrified; you didn't even know if it was a prank.
"Okay, okay, so, don't freak out, but..
I'm the second Kira."
A whole two months have passed after the incident. You still didn't believe it was real, finding it hard to grasp, but after being around your best friend, you've learned to adapt to this thing. Her name is Rem. You actually didn't have much of a problem with the Shinigami, even if you think she looks freaky. You both have gotten along reasonably well.
You somehow got caught up at the mall, out of all places. you were huffing a little, carrying a few heavy shopping bags, all from different kinds of fancy brands. Some of the items inside these bags were half for you, half for her. You tried your best to catch up to your best friend. She had an outfit that wouldn't be too recognizable to anyone who might know her.
Her name is Misa Amane, a rising star idol in Japan. Her fashion has always been impeccable, and she was one whom many in the country adored.
"Oh! We should probably sit down at the food court and think of something to eat!" Misa blurted out, cheerful as ever. She turns around, flashing you a smile, and calls out your name. "Gosh, you're so slow, I almost feel bad!" She giggles. She was joking, but you were struggling to keep up.
You had around 5 or 6 (6-7) bags? You couldn't entirely keep count. She then noticed you weren't doing too well with the bags, so she skipped over to you, allowing herself to carry a little weight so you could walk with much more ease. "Thanks, Misa, but you kind of took too long to register that." You were sarcastic towards her, even a bit annoyed. But she shrugs it off.
"Whatever." She waves her hand around a little. "I at least got it now, don't I?"
"..yeah." You were unamused with the whole thing. She stared at you for a minute until sticking her tongue out, causing you to react with a slight giggle. You slap her softly on her arm as she tries to dodge you playfully.
As you arrived at a table in the mall, isolated from most people to keep your conversation private, you finally let go of the bags, feeling a deep sense of relief. You sigh, sitting back comfortably and stretching out your arms. Misa pulls out her lip gloss and applies it. You watch her for just a moment as she presses her lips together afterward, satisfied, then caps it with a soft click.
Rem was standing in front of you two. She was tall enough that her looming presence was a little.. much. Some people phase right through her, unaware that a God of Death is in the same building as them. Oh, to be blissfully unaware.
You've already somewhat warmed up to her. Honestly, your mind has changed a little about the whole Shinigami thing. You definitely weren't a big fan of this entire 'Death Note', and you for sure didn't advocate for it either. However, you found yourself somewhat engulfed in the whole strangeness of Shinigamis. How were they created in the first place? It's these questions that stay in your mind all day long.
"Soooo…" Misa interrupts my train of thought. "What should we eat?" After she brought it up, you looked up in the air, tapping your chin. You hummed softly, then looked back at her. "Definitely something that doesn't require me to stand in another line for thirty minutes." You said.
She pouts exaggeratedly. "Ugh, c'mon! You're no fun."
"Girl… you made me carry half a department store." You exclaimed. "The least we can do is, like, choose something quick. I honestly can't stand sitting in another line." You dreaded the thought of it already. Misa shifts her head down a little bit, knowing you were right. She leans back in her chair, looking for any food place without an obviously long line. Then she locked eyes with a particular area.
"Aha!" She shouts, causing you to flinch a little from surprise. "We should get something small then! Maybe the place with crepes? Ohhh~! I could really go for that!" Her eyes sparkled in excitement at the thought of it. She quickly stands up from her chair. "Don't move, I'll be right back!" She then speed walked to join the line.
"I literally can't.." You muttered under your breath, looking down at the pile of shopping bags at your feet.
You sighed, resting your elbow on the table, and pulling out your cell phone. You were typing away, in your own world. You couldn't help but notice Rem was still with you, just… staring ahead. You look away from your phone, pause typing, and observe her for a moment. She hasn't really moved from that spot after we sat down. Huh, weird. Have you ever wondered if she even gets tired from all that standing? You hesitantly put your phone up to your ear, looking to see if anyone was around. You didn't want to look crazy to others after all, so you pretended to be on the phone.
"Do you ever get tired of standing?" You asked. Rem slightly pursed her lips. She doesn't look at you, although she has acknowledged you.
"Tired," She repeats to herself. "No." You nodded, yet you were not satisfied with her answer. You frowned just a bit, and she finally locks eyes with yours, but her expression does not change, not one bit.
"Soooo.. is that because you can't, or because you don't need to?" You questioned her. She pauses for just a moment.
"We do not experience strain the way you humans do." Rem calmly said. "Our bodies are not exactly maintained. They persist."
You sit there, taking it in. You thought about it for a minute. They persist, she says? Your eyes follow the various amounts of people who are blissfully unaware that a Shinigami is in the same room as them. They walk past her body, phasing through. Their laughter fills the air.
"You weren't, like, born or anything?" You did your best to choose your words carefully.
"No."
"Created?"
"Yes."
You thought about that answer, even for a second. You were confused, yet intrigued by the thought of it. Shinigamis were created by whom? Another being? "Do you know how?" As soon as you said that, Rem inches closer to you, leaning down a bit.
"That information is not relevant to your world."
You huffed softly. Of course, she won't give you all the answers. She may have been with Misa, but you're not even as close to Rem as she is. Rem then speaks up. "You're unusually interested in the whole thing. Even Misa does not deep dive into it."
"Well, I just don't like not understanding things, I suppose." You shrugged, resting your chin in your palm.
"Death is not something humans understand, yet you build your lives around avoiding it." You glance up once again, your cell phone still next to your ear. "What about you?" You replied. She looked into your eyes in pure, utter silence.
"…Our whole lives is surrounded by death, something that you humans cannot properly comprehend." That right there has unsettled you. However, curiosity spiked up more than ever. You were so engulfed in it, mesmerized. The culture of Shinigamis is a thing you must know, even if you won't get the answers right away. You just had to ask another.
"Do Shingamis care? With, you know.. about what happens with the Death Note?" You did your best to be as quiet as you could.
Rem took another moment to answer it completely. Once she did, her voice was unchanged. "We care about outcomes, not the intent." You swallowed. How could one being think like that? Their whole life revolves around the death of others.. I guess it makes sense that it's so normalized for them, but still. Before you could ask much more, a familiar voice cuts in.
"I'm back! And guess what!" Misa appeared. She was gleeful, holding two items in her hands. It was two hand-wrapped crepes. "I got a chocolate banana one, and a strawberry! Pick one." You choose whichever sounded better to you. As soon as you grabbed it, she plopped down in her seat and started munching on her crepe. "Thanks, Misa." She nods in response, still chowing down on it. You looked back at Rem, who was a little farther from you two, and she went back to staring ahead. She felt like she had faded into the background. She was present, but no longer the center.
You were still thinking about those answers of hers.
It was almost the end of the day. You decided to have a sleepover at Misa's apartment. Sleepovers like this happened every other day; it was a regular occurrence. The shopping bags from earlier were scattered across the floor in her room. Snack wrappers were already piling up on the desk next to her bed.
The television was on, volume low, cycling through a variety of late-night shows that none of you were paying attention to. Misa was in a pair of cute pajamas. It was of a black oversized shirt. On the back of it, a white cross was displayed. She also had thigh-highs that were red-and-black striped socks. You also had pajamas of your choice.
She had a lollipop in her mouth. She sat down right beside you on her bed, shoulders touching. It felt warm; you didn't pull away. She then pulls the lollipop out.
"Hey, you've been kinda quiet today." Misa comments. You slightly glanced at her. You shrugged a bit.
"Just tired, that's all."
Misa studies you for just a moment. Eyes narrowing at you, then she frowns. She grabs your hand. "You've always said that when you're thinking about something too much."
You scratch your head a bit in an awkward motion. "Do I?" She inclined her head.
"Yeah. You have this look.. like, you're trying to solve a mystery, like.. a puzzle or something with your life."
You huffed slightly. "Well, maybe I like puzzles, you never know." You were a bit playful towards her, trying to lighten the mood.
"Well, I wouldn't mind it, honestly. I ain't judging you." She giggled. It honestly made you smile just a bit more. You both snicker at each other. Then, the TV cut to a news section, catching your eye. You slowly stopped laughing to pay attention. You stiffened, without even meaning to. The word Kira hasn't been mentioned yet.
Misa noticed this. She grabbed the remote and turned down the volume a little. You could still hear the sound going, but she made you focus on her. "You still don't like watching this stuff, huh?" She said. You hesitated.
"Well, it's not that. I just… don't know how to feel about it." Misa turns to the TV. She stares intently at it. "I know what people say about Kira. That it's scary, it's wrong… I hear it all around me," She slowly sets down the remote. She inhales softly, tilting her head up a bit. "But, before him, my life was nothing but misfortune. I know you've heard it before, you were there after all, but he brought my parents' killers to justice. I was waiting days, weeks, months.. until he took it upon his hands to make him gone."
Her voice trembled as she looked down at her hands. She then looked up at you. Her eyes were glossy, but she had a strong hint of determination. "So tell me, how am I supposed to hate that?"
You sat there in silence, not knowing how to react. It's surely conflicting when you are against Kira, yet your best friend is the second Kira and condemns his actions. But it's complicated when he has helped her through such a crisis in her life, she's happier than ever. "I don't think you're wrong for feeling relieved, far from that. I'm just worried about where it will lead. Think about it, Misa, what if someone decides they're guilty when they're not?" You asked. Misa frowned.
"What if justice stops being justice and starts being.. convenience?" You added. Misa's lips were pressed together, and she shook her head, as if denying it.
"I don't think it's that simple." She tried to counter.
"...I know."
You both sat there in silence. The room was tense; the silence was way too loud, and It was hollow. Misa then moves next to you once again. "You don't have to agree with me," she said gently. "You never have." She reached out her hand yet again and laced her fingers with yours. Her grip tightened. "Just don't leave me alone in it, okay? That's all I ask."
You didn't know which direction to take. If God existed, you wished he would have been here to guide you on what you should even do with this whole situation. Your throat burned.
"I won't." You finally said.
Rem watched both of you. The room remained silent between all of you. You were wondering how this could have been prevented in the first place. Misa got up to dig through the snack pile on her desk.
Speaking of Kira, who was this guy, the one who thinks he can deem who is innocent and who is not? It's strange already to think this entire thing is happening, and Misa happens to gain the same powers as him. Did he get chosen? He's in the same region, too.
"...And now, a shocking announcement."
You and Misa perked up. It was the TV announcement.
"In response to the frightening Kira video aired on Sakura TV only a few days ago, an anonymous individual has contacted us claiming to be the real Kira. In short, he has demanded that this network, along with several others, air the message you are about to see. I would also like to mention that the NPA has granted us permission to air this video. Is this the real Kira? No one knows for sure, but we can only hope this video will provide us with some much-needed answers."
Misa was already grabbing the remote to turn up the volume. You already knew that she had sent a few tapes for Sakura TV to air. She posed as Kira himself, hoping to get him to notice her. You wanted to stop her and keep her from seeing this, but… It's merely impossible; she will find out about the messages one way or another. The internet existed, after all, and people talk a lot around here.
"It worked! I knew he'd answer me!" Misa shouts. She looks back at you, her smile is the biggest I've ever seen in a while. You gave her a slight grin back, but deep down, you didn't like the sound of this at all. The TV screen then switches to the word 'Kira'. It had a fancy font with a glitter effect all around it. The message would begin.
"I am Kira. The true Kira. The one who broadcast Sakura TV several days ago is a pretender- a fake. The purpose of this message is to communicate my will to this imposter. I am being lenient with him for the time being only because I believe he wishes to cooperate with me in creating a new world. But I want to make it absolutely clear that the taking of innocent lives is against my will. This person claiming to be me is a pathetic person to my cause and wishes to be of some help. I ask two things of you: that you refrain from killing aimlessly, and that you agree to abide by my basic principles."
"Yay!" Misa jumps in pure joy; it seems she has entirely disregarded the negative things this Kira has said. "Now, where is that camera?" Misa then crawls over to her shelf, digging through whatever she can find. You and Rem looked at each other, like, 'Are you serious? ' "M-Misa, you heard him, I think it's time you back out." You nervously spoke up. "What are you planning to do?" Rem said as she hovers over Misa to see what she is trying to do. "Uhh, hello? Do you really need to ask? I'm going to reply, of course."
She pulls a camera from her shelf, holding it directly in front of her, as if it were some trophy. She was frantic, rushing to get her thoughts in order so she could send a message immediately. You immediately jump in, grabbing her arms. "Misa," you said again, but this time it was quieter... softer. "Please, just wait, even if it's for a second."
She paused. She didn't look you in the eye, but she responded. "Wait for what? This could be my chance." She didn't have many emotions; it was as if she already knew what you were going to say and how you would react. She knew you would do something that might convince her to get out of this situation, no matter what. She was almost monotone. You shook your head. You have heard it many times before. She dismisses you to appease Kira. Even when this person is not even present in her life, she sure does act like he is.
"…It's okay, though. I know you're scared for me, it's sweet, honestly!" She slowly smiles again. Her tone.. It's like she is now acting like it's some little game.
"No.." You exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down your face. "You're not listening.. this isn't some fan letter you are sending to him. This is someone testing you, and if you don't respond right-"
"Why do you always doubt me? Scold me like I'm some child? I know what I am doing, why can't you trust me enough? I've shown you that I already have no way that the police can trace those videotapes back to me, I did it all according to plan, yet you're still sitting here. It gets to a point." She shouts back, teary-eyed. She snapped a bit; she couldn't even bear to keep in all of these emotions she held in for a while towards you.
The words hung in the air. It was sharp. You thought carefully about how to answer her. Your mouth opened, then closed again. Whatever you planned to say, or the careful warning you placed onto yourself before answering her, all fell apart as soon as you saw her.
Her hand was shaking.
It was the first thing you noticed. Whatever is fueling her left was anything but excitement. You should've already known it was anything but that; these past few months, she hasn't been as vulnerable as this.
You loosened your grip on her arms, but you didn't pull away immediately. The camera was still in her hands. "I'm not saying I doubt you," You said. Your voice felt thin in your own ears. "I'm scared for you."
She laughed softly, but looked away. There was not one ounce of humor in that laughter. The glow of the television was the only thing you could see on her face, as the reflection flickered onto her. The Kira logo still hovers on the screen, looping silently as the station prepares the next segment.
"You think he's going to crush me," she muttered. "That he's going to use me, or discard me, or kill me if I mess up. I know that! I've thought about it honestly." She finally turned to you, eyes wet, but defiant. "But I'd rather have that risk than be a no body. I want ti prove to him that I am useful."
You swallowed. Your grip slipped away completely now, and at that moment, it finally got to you.
She's never going to give up at all, isn't she?
You felt useless now. There is definitely no going back. You hadn't meant to corner her at all, and you realized that trying to protect her had started to look an awful lot like restraining her. Misa, with the camera still in her hands, proceeds to walk towards the door and grab the door handle.
"Uhm, where are you going?"
"I'm going to grab some of the other materials. I'll be right back." She retorted. She then opens the door and exits. Rem grabs ahold of your shoulder.
"You will not stop her." Rem's voice cut through the room. She hovered near the foot of the bed, wings folded, and her eyes fixated on you. "She will act regardless of your approval. She has already decided that the risk is acceptable, I would know. She has talked about it many times."
You felt your chest tighten. Knowing Misa is not here in this room, Rem being this open is… odd. "Then what am I even supposed to do?" You ask.
Rem tilted her head. "It seems you mistake your actions for protection. You believe that standing in her way is the same as keeping her safe. It is not."
You shook your head. "So what? I'm supposed to sit here and do nothing?"
"You are not getting the bigger picture. I believe your task is to decide whether she does it all alone, or if you help." Rem replied.
Misa enters the room again with the materials she needs to record her stuff. "I have all of the stuff." She had a semi-blank expression.
"It is up to you decide what you want her to do." She whispers her last statement. That was what finally got the gears going inside your head. You thought about the mall earlier today, how happy she was, how cheerful she was in general these past two months. You exhaled slowly. "Misa, if you're going to respond… I think you're going to need me to look over and see if the script is good."
"…"
"Huh?"
She looked startled, like she didn't believe a single word coming out of your mouth. "You.. you'll help me?" She points at herself as she kneels on the ground, with all the items plastered everywhere. You hesitated, but nodded back.
"I think," You paused, quickly glancing at Rem, with her gaze as sharp as a knife, then looked back at Misa's face, which had gradually gained back its spark. "…I think I should truly help you out this time." She had a certain glow now, happier than ever. She then gets up and launches herself at you into a tight, big hug. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She shouts.
"Y-You're welcome-" You said, barely breathing from how tight her embrace was. "I-I'm not going to be fully involved, but I will help you just this once!" She pulls away, then grabs your hand and kneels back down again to the items on the ground, guiding you to do the same.
"Okay, now tell me, what is the message going to be?"
It's been several days since she has replied. Last time you heard about these plans, she had sent several instructions to Kira to find him. And, during these messages, she has made the general public aware of the Shinigami's existence. To the average person, it is like some 'code'. That is, at least you'd hope.
The city was in its usual shape; the crowded trains, passing trains, and televisions murmuring in the background of the shops. You had to take a breath of fresh air, so you landed at the park for a few moments, by yourself. Your cell phone buzzed, so you opened it. It was Misa.
Misa: I have the wig on right now, it sure doesn't fit right, but I am so nervous! ╥﹏╥
You stared at the screen longer than you can admit. You went ahead and typed back.
(You): Be safe, Misa. Big crowds can be dangerous, I am serious!
You huffed. You sure hoped it would go well. Whoever this Kira person is, you wished he wouldn't actually show up at the location.
If only.
You were too distracted by the text message presented in front of you, so much so that you bumped into someone.
It was a young man, around your age. He had this sort of look to him, the boy-next-door kind of look, with light brown colored hair and eyes, he is tannish, and dressed casually, too, in a light tannish-colored collared jacket with pockets, over a plain white t-shirt and jeans, and... wait. Is that..
"Light Yagami?" You were surprised. You gasped a little, surprised by your rudeness in not apologizing first. You bowed profusely. "I'm sorry!" He looks at you and gives you a faint laugh. "Oh, I remember you. It's alright." He gives out his hand for you to shake. You agreed to that opportunity. He and you had a few classes together in high school. You both weren't incredibly close, but you talked to each other enough to remember each other, soooo…
"Yeah, haha.. It's been a while." You awkwardly laughed. He nods, casually slipping his hands into his pockets. He looks almost the same as he did in high school. Honestly, if anything, he looks even MORE put together than before. But it's something most would expect from Japan's top students.
"How have you been?" He asks.
"Good. Busy." You say, and it's true in a way he couldn't possibly understand. Light was in a hurry. "Sorry to hold you up, and also sorry for bumping into you, I was not looking…"
"As I said, it's all fine." He gives a closed-eyed smile. "I have to head home. Exams don't study themselves."
Right. He was always studying like crazy. It's one of those things you remember from him. Oh, and apples. For some reason, during our senior year, he had an apple with him every day, which was odd to you because he never had one in previous years. "Of course," You say. "It was nice seeing you."
"You too."
He gives you a polite nod and steps around you, already moving on. The encounter was nothing more than a coincidence. You watch him walk off, an odd chill settling in your chest that you can't explain. Eventually, you turn and continue in the opposite direction.
After a little, Light doesn't slow down until it's a reasonable distance away from you.
"Wow," a mysterious, dark voice spoke. He looks at the source of the voice, and it was a Shinigami. He seemed very gothic and extremely tall compared to him. "Small world."
Light exahles quietly. "Ryuk, don't start." He sounded a bit annoyed. Ryuk, who is the Shinigami, laughs a bit in his face.
"Whatever you say. I remember you two."
Light keeps walking, trying not to reply to Ryuk's comments too quickly, given that he is in public. After a little while, Ryuk gets a little bored by Light's lack of response. "…Youknow, you probably should've dressed nicer for the occasion. Just sayin'."
"…Ryuk-"
Time passed quickly, and the sky offered a beautiful palette of colors, with hues of orange and pink setting the tone. Misa updated you on the whole situation and insists on coming over to her apartment once again. After walking over there, she allows you in. She was jumping up and down, excited to share her findings with you.
"Okay, I have some mind-blowing information! You HAVE to see this!" She opens up her laptop, and you are standing next to her, leaning down to look at the screen. "So you know how I could see the names and the lifespans of the people while using the eyes? Well, I found out who Kira is! He was in a crowd. He thought I couldn't recognize him. I have a theory he doesn't have the eyes himself, because if he did, he would've noticed me from across the street!" She says, while her eyes were glued to the screen, searching for any social media websites. "And, with further inspection," She clicks on a page, "This is Kira!" The screen fully loads.
It took its sweet time, but as soon as you saw the picture,
Your heart dropped.
"Light Yagami!" She fluttered.
No way. Actually, scratch that, it's impossible that HE could be Kira. Light Yagami? Pshh. She's lying. "Misa, I.. I went to school with him, I know him."
"Really?!? Ohymgosh, that's awesome! Ohh, this calls for a reunion then!" Misa turns towards you, putting both her hands up into a fist and placing them below her chin. "Oh, and I also have his personal records-"
"Now, where the hell did you get that at? Whoa now.."
"Uh, yeah. I even have his personal home address! Isn't that perfect? He's sooo dreamy, too!" She gushes over his looks. She was already head over heels for this man whom she had never met. "I'm going to show up at his house and confirm that I am the second Kira. I mean, he showed up in the area; if he wasn't there, why wouldn't he want me to find out about him? He clearly wants me to work with him, and I am going to accept it! Ohh, I'm so glad he turned out to be sooo cute!"
This reminded you, this is just the beginning. There's no going back. You laugh nervously, furrowing your eyebrows, "Uh, haha, yeah.. uh, what are you going to do next when you see him?" You ask. She scoffs, giggling as loudly as she can. You were now confused. "Misa?" You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't concerned, especially with her laughing to herself. She then stops, looking directly into your soul. She then gives you a playful grin,
