#warofchanges

With an indignant pout, "He was a master in his field, Yagami. I get it, you were a top student, blah, blah, blah...but, come on. Your field is more...being full of shit. Then again, he was also an alcoholic, so..."

The detective often found himself lost in thought, completely zoned out from what was going on around him, as if his mind was elsewhere and he was off wandering through his own thoughts like he had astral-projected right out of the room. It wasn't unusual for such a thing to occur when he was involved in a particularly difficult case, nevertheless, it often made anyone working around him uncomfortable when those dark, lifeless eyes zoned out, often unintentionally staring at someone. Today's target was Light.

Matt runs his hand through his hair and sighs before entering the security codes into the machine next to the main door and walking into the humongous building. It’s not that he isn’t excited to be here - an embarrassingly big part of him is much more enthusiastic about helping L on a case than he’d like to admit - but working alongside the man that almost got L killed is strange at best.

The security gets tighter after each corridor, door and lift. It’s not a surprise. Yagami was the biggest mass murderer the world has ever seen, but after going through what feels like the hundredth door Matt is starting to get bored of giving his fingerprints and various codes. The lack of people is making the building feel more like a Portal game than anything else, and when Matt finally makes it to the right floor and actually knocks on the door instead of writing down another fucking door code he’s actually relieved to hear some shuffling and steps on the other side. Once the door is open, Matt waves at another camera facing the doorway before walking into Yagami’s. Prison cell? Considering the grandness of the building it doesn’t seem like the correct term.

Well...she certainly could've looked more dignified than this; mouth full of some Sticky honey-soaked pastry and definitely caught watching perhaps a bit too intently, still it was more death to pride then herself at this point.

She could salvage this, awkward was a face she wore well, might as well put it to use, and pretend to be some socially inept neet caught staring at a pretty face, his ego would like that right?

So she ducked her head down hiding behind her drink and covering her face now stubbornly avoiding eye contact and hoping he would let it go as mere social failure and nothing more, getting caught like this would just be embarrassing..

Light’s friendly demeanour was certainly a convincing performance. Just after spending a little time with the up and coming detective and L could see why even the most guarded of individuals could be seduced by his charms. If he had to venture at a guess; he’d say Light’s been honing this craft all his life and he was now witnessing the fruits of that labour. 

“ Oh? You think so? “ L might’ve truly been flattered by the sentiment if it wasn’t coming from a suspect. “ To tell you the truth, it’s a true rarity for company such as mine to actually be sought-after. In fact, I think I tend to have the exact opposite effect on most people. “ His expression remained deadpan, leaving no traces or hints as to how that really made him feel. 

I was right...but..

There were few things Ryuzaki could remember from his past before becoming a shinigami. His name, his love for sweets, a smiling face lit by red lights, and the name attached to that face. Light Yagami. Most shinigami couldn’t remember anything of their previous lives, but Ryuzaki was unique in multiple ways. He didn’t look like the others, he looked mostly human. The only differences were the fluffy black wings he could hide when needed, and his glowing, amber eyes. 

The name “Light Yagami” haunted him. He obsessed over it, over those fuzzy memories, until the day he finally saw him. It all came together when he was looking through a portal in the human world, that name standing out amongst a crowd. A young college student- a young handsome college student.