& what's a king to a GOD?

       “Tha’s when ya should be mos’ afraid. Especially when she’ star’s tryin’.” {/Meaning because she can’t pick him up, she’d only be able to take him off his feet. Poor Light would go down so hard and probably hurt himself. Or rather, it’d be his sister hurting him. As the smallest person in her own household, she had to learn different ways to use her body to take her brothers down when they got to be too much to handle. Especially when angry. Light might be laughing now, but nothing was scarier than an angry short person.}

       “Eh, sometimes they trip me up when they star’ usin’ numbers tha’ ain’ in tha practice problems. Like fractions ‘er decimals. Which…..decimals are easy an’ convertin’ ‘em from to an’ fro ain’ bu’ so hard. I’s more work…bu’. Ain’ no one go’ time fer tha’.” {/Nicole didn’t like all that extraneous work. She’d rather just focus on her own studies and hobbies for the moment. Besides, it’s not like she couldn’t get a job. Nicole likes to think she does a fairly decent job with people! She’s got great people skills. Minus when her impulses to fix and solve take over. They weren’t often, and weren’t even a real issue. It was that natural friend instinct to just instantly do things. Nicole just has to remind herself that Light isn’t her friend.

        Being forward was in her nature. As it was almost on the level of breathing, honesty and forwardness were the best things ever. Sure, feelings might get hurt, people might be annoyed, but at least Nicole had naught but the best intentions at heart. Could anyone really fault her for simply wanting to be useful and helping someone else out? They could hate the action, but not the motivation.

       When he mentions his name, and how he found the confusion on it funny, she wanted to agree, but she couldn’t. Instead he was met more with a confused look from her. No, she didn’t understand. She couldn’t read his name in the slightest unless he wrote it down and pointed it out to her.}

“My name is prolly more common than yers. Bu’, tha’s jus’ wha’ makes yer name more special! Ya know?”

        {/She could understand his plight. Comments on her accent and her food could become wearisome quite fast. Especially when its all that people seem to talk about or mention when they’re with her. Even so, when he mentions her rabbits, much to her surprise that he remembered, she gives a quick nod. There was no way she’d leave her rabbits at home for that long, and no way she’d leave them without care either.}

“Yeah! Really reliable kinda guy. Plus, he looks super tough. So ain’ no one gonna mess wi’ him ‘er my bunnies.”

 〚 ✞ 〛     Light was... perhaps more modest when it came to approaching others, though that could be attributed to a general disinterest in his peers. He had plenty of friends who he could call up to hang out at any time, but most of them had a tendency to bore Light to tears. Perhaps natural magnetism could be the reason why people stuck around him even after weeks of him turning down offers to hang out in favour of ‘studying.’ Or, perhaps more accurately, passing judgement. College was, without a doubt, a step up from high school and required more of his attention, but Light couldn’t afford to slack when it came to his duties as god of the new world, either.

          “Well, I guess that’s all that matters. As long as he’s trustworthy and keeps your pets safe, then that’s counts, right? I’ve never had a pet, so I can’t really empathise. The most I’ve ever had someone look after for me is a CD or a textbook, but I don’t think that’s really the same thing -- haha!” Dammit. It was times like this that Light could really say he was sorry for how well he could keep up the cheerful act. Somehow he thought that someone like Aizawa or especially Matsuda wouldn’t be able to keep someone interested in conversation when they were as ticked off as Light felt. 

     Heh ---- it really must be a bad situation if he was admiring Matsuda, huh?

     “Honestly, I don’t even know where Inaba is, and that’s saying something, since I’m pretty handy with geography. It sounds Japanese though, right? So it must be in Japan. A small town? I can’t say I’ve been to many of those.”

           Nervously responding, her tone didn’t differ in any manner && continued this farce. At least he had some mannerisms. ❝A-Ah, that’s right!! It’s Sato-san … uhm well …❞ Before resuming, something else managed to peak her interest. Not good with names … well that was odd. ❝Oh it’s perfectly acceptable. I mean, y-you can’t expect to remember so many names. It’s a hard task, e-even for me.❞ That was her own fair little fib. Of course, as being someone who she truly is, names aren’t difficult. But there was an amount of truth: whatever interests her is easy enough to remember. In his case, it was either the truth or a lie. Why have the need to reinforce that statement once again? She never asked for it. ❝Right, uhm … we do have one class together. B-But like I said, you didn’t notice because I’m clearly not t-that special. Anyways, the class is criminal law for the mornings. I-I sit in the corner in the front row seat. You probably didn’t spot me because it wasn’t worth it, right?❞

   〚 ✞ 〛     “Sato-san, is it?” Light repeats in the same easygoing tone and feeling the name stick neatly into his mind, as it should. Not that he would ever kill a girl like this. He had to avoid writing the names of people he knew in the Death Note, because that would only put his school on the radar -- not to mention that there was no reason to do so to begin with. Being air-headed was hardly a crime, and he’d really have is work cut out for him if he decided to eradicate those from the Earth. Indeed, if she was as earnest and hard-working as she seemed, then she had every right to occupy the New World that Light was going to create. 

                                    ❛ … ❜

   he doesn’t like that answer. a fringe overshadowed the upper half of his face; vision gleaming past an umbra with a glare. it was cold, with daggers of vex sharp shooting the path of his attention.                                                    ❛ I see. ❜    his voice was tranquil, as if to mask how annoyed he was underneath the smooth tone. instead of loosening the tension in his facial muscles to give the facade that he was understanding, he simply looked away.                                                   ❛ I suppose that makes sense. ❜

    〚 ✞ 〛     He doesn’t like the look that he gets there, but he can’t quite place what it is about it. It’s too hard of a look -- not quite suspicious but far from trusting. L’s words are understanding enough, but Light knows better than to trust what people -- especially people like L -- say outright. 

     A sigh passes his lips, because though his argument raised an important part, it’s impossible to have an argument or a discussion if one party shuts themselves off. 

⋆ — Woah. That sounded like a note of anger, and it’s so rare for that to arise in Light that Touta realises, without coercion, he’s screwed up. After all, it isn’t easy to get on Light’s nerves, but that must be why he inadvertently pushes it — and the situation thrust upon Light’s shoulders must be more difficult than he lets on.

  “I’m — sorry, Light. I’m just trying to keep an eye out for you, you know? Nobody else seems to.” The one man who’d been best equipped for doing so is dead but Touta finds that thought upsetting to dwell on, even if he has no right to. A hand lifts to his temple, sheepishly pushing back hair that slithers back into place again anyway.

  “I wouldn’t really go without you. That would be even more boring, so… I can help with whatever you’re doing here!” He speaks as though the suggestion surprises even him. “I just feel useless lately, seeing everyone else working. The main thing I had going for me was making sure you’re okay, but I guess you don’t need that any more.” Though he’s hardly bitter about it. Always knowing what to do is Light’s speciality.

     〚 ✞ 〛     Light only heaves a sigh in response, because the detective’s apology is enough to placate him for now, but there’s no way to repair the damage that’s already been done. His concentration is shot, as is his mood, and the silence he’d been enjoying was thoroughly destroyed. He’d tell himself that it might be better to just take a breathe now, if the thread of Matsuda’s company didn’t loom over his shoulder much like Matsuda does now. 

     What’s he doing, anyway, bringing that up here? The end of his smallest finger presses against his lip as Light remembers -- reluctantly, almost as much as Sayu was with homework -- those who once took care of him. It’s Soichiro’s -- his dad’s -- own fault that he got himself killed, because he couldn’t write two words in a damned book. Couldn’t kill in a kill-or-be-killed world. It was his own fault, really. 

⋆ — “Wow, the Chief talks about me?” Sure, he might currently be inside the Yagami residence, but he could never quite believe the officer he respected more than anyone thought much about him. “Good things, I hope! Though I’ve been told about you, too, and you’re like a kid genius or something, right?” That appealed drastically to Touta’s sense of the unusual. “You could be anything you want, so I guess we should be relieved you’re following in your dad’s footsteps.”

“Jealous?” She said, amused. “What about the girls getting jealous that I’m dating Mr. “Top Score” Yagami. At least no one is going to get violent over that.” Truth to be told, she already knew some of the reactions. Some guys accused her of being easy, and some scoffed at her. Then again, boys like them didn’t matter.

          RAITO-KUN!

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