Tagalong comedic drabble with established Ryuk/Light (nonexplicit) featuring Sidoh from my flashfics collection. Reposting here because I love Sidoh. Sweet little forgetful coward that he is. CW: cussing *********************************************** Summary: One scene of Sidoh one-sidedly deciding he's part of the scooby doo murder crew ***********************************************
"Ryuk. Get him out of the main room."Â
Ryuk was radiating with pure stress. Sidoh had reclaimed his Death Note all whilst demanding that he be able to keep it. Then he had decided to tag along with them. He refused to hand the note back over but he had quite some time to go before he'd be forced to return home. He was well within the limitations of the rules.
"Light is trying to do work in here! Ya wanna go hang out on the electricity poles outside? Now there's an exciting venue."
"I want to ask the human questions like you do!"
Light informs him, "This isn't an interview and I'm not taking appointments."
"Okay! You got any of the delicious flat brown bars they have in America?" Sidoh acts like one clear no just means he didn't think of the correct topic of discussion
"..." A vein in Light's forehead throbs.
Ryuk wants to ask Sidoh what the fuck he's talking about but that would mean more conversation and Light looks like he's on a 30 seconds left timer til detonation.
Sidoh cannot read the room, "Why don't you have a big team of people? Isn't what you are doing super dangerous? You aren't invulnerable you know."
"......"Â That vein is pulsing now.
"Humans die so easy. Is it weird to have to wear clothes just to be okay? What's getting cold like?"
"ONE JOB." Light delineated to his shinigami.
"He's not... say, we don't really ask one another questions all day, bub, it's more a witty ongoing conversation we've been having for years."
"Yes." Light says, sounding angry, "One-sided. His end."
"Okay, be real, I don't really know why mr. sun-shines-out-his-ass here talks to me." Then Sidoh reaches out his little stick hands and pokes Light's cheek, as if he's a marshmallow he intends to roast over a fire. Ryuk becomes offended on Light's behalf, "FUCKSSAKE CAN YA GO UP ON THE ROOF AT LEAST?"Â
Light looks annoyed at him for yelling. Perplexingly, more annoyed with him than he is with the other Shinigami for prodding him like cattle.
"Stop touching me. Now." A few more pokes after, Light stands up rolls his chair under his desk and crosses his arms, "Ryuk are you certain I can't write the names of shinigami in the Note?"
Sidoh continued to be fascinated by him, he shared, "You know all the guys upstairs say you and this one have some kinda thing? Those last humans who had my note were scary. He seems pretty okay? What's it like having a thing with a person?"
"On the gods," Like he would threaten this by telling on himself, "Sidoh, uh you remember the flyers you brought me? Those good ones from the shinigami realm?"
"I don't need them since I found the guy!"
"Sidoh if you want to have even one conversation with Light I need you to go make ones for um... make ones for Near and Mello. Bring 'em back here."
"Those don't even sound like names"
"Those are code names." He says like he's giving out a club password. But the password is to have fun conversations with Light Yagami, "If you figure it out though, what they look like, he'll talk to you."
"I won't."
"Light." Ryuk sounded desperate.Â
"Okay. I will, in that very specific instance."
When Sidoh is gone Light sits back down at his desk looking relieved, "I'm not worried enough about the L successors to justify that." He smiles, "But I know how jealous you get."
"My man lost his own note, didn't notice for years! He won't remember those names 'tween here and home."
Light laughed softly. Crisis averted.
