#willprevail

currently, somewhere in the kanto region of japan ( did they ever say anything else abt death note’s location??? i don’t fucking remember ), hidden in the shadows lie in wait castle and basil, two people out for light yagami’s blood. the two had their own reasons, of course, but it was their unity in this cause, in this common enemy, that made this possible. they were going to kick his ass, and hopefully, steal his lunch money.  basil is excited, and so is castle, but she’s starting to wonder if this plan is actually as bona fide as her friend  made it sound. suddenly, a ten foot tall, trench coated figure seems quite conspicuous indeed. it’d probably be more efficient to just do it, right? her eyes narrow and she peers above her shades, seeing no one in the immediate vicinity. maybe they should rework this plan before he arrives.

“ hey, uhh, are you sure about this?” “ hmm... absolutely not. ” “ wh--? i mean... fair enough i guess, but you--” “ don’t worry about it. ” “ i’m worried about it. ” “ listen -- shit! there he is. are you ready? ” “ no???? ” “ okay, let’s go! ” “ whhh--- !!!!!!! ” with an ear piercing shriek, castle figuratively goes down in flames the second basil runs forward, their trench-coat connection sending them both to the ground.

flashback to about three hours ago. castle and basil mapped out where light would be at each time and figured out the logistics of their plan, when suddenly, the latter’s eye lit up, signaling that he had an idea. “ i know exactly how to pull this off!! we might be, y’know, short, and he might be, y’know, not that, but what if you add both of our heights together? you stand on my shoulders, we use a trench coat to hide that there’s two of us, and attack him as a ten foot tall giant!! he won’t stand a chance!!! ”   “ ooo.... YEEEAAAH!!! ” “ YEAAAAAAAH!!! ” “ YEEAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! ” 

min, off to the side, is unimpressed... but not surprised. they choose not to vocalize their concern, as they’re relatively certain they won’t be heard over them still continuing to scream ‘yeah!” at each other, always louder than the last one. they will reap what they sew, and min will continue filing their nails.

back to the present. frantically, the two scramble to break free of their beige, buttoned prison and as soon as they do, they’re approached by a figure... 

and it’s light yagami himself!!!!

the reason he approached was because they seemed to be in distress -- and as near as he could figure, they were just a couple of kids; nothing that kira couldn’t handle, even if they weren’t as harmless as they looked. he smiles (fakely) and offers his hand to castle, who resists the urge to grin. light yagami... you shit for fuck fool, she thinks to herself deviously, and presents a gracious smile as she takes his hand and stands, effectively freeing her friend in the process. “ thank you for your help!”  she chimes, literal sunshine radiating from her very being. light’s attention turns to the blonde, ruffled boy behind her but it doesn’t stay on him long; after all, she’s much more... pleasant, to look at, although a bit confusing. what’s the word? emo? but yet... so happy? 

in the midst of his confusion, he’s met with a solid punch directly to his jaw -- and before he even has time to react, another one from the other direction! his head spins and he steps away, starting to cry. all around him he hears taunting chants of “ YEEEAAAHHH!!! ” and he cries some more. they continue to beat him up. basil gives him a wedgie, shouting, “ get his lunch money!! ”

castle nods and swipes it, just like swiper, if not better. she then kicks him one final time and holds her hand out to basil, sparkling at him. he sparkles back and takes her hand. swinging their arms, they skip away. even when he thinks he’s free, he can hear them yelling yeeeaaahh! at each other away from a distance. it’s haunting.

light cries again and castle is fueled with energy.

     ❛ ah-- ? ❜

     would it be acceptable to consume a cake from someone he hadn’t known ? surely, it couldn’t be all too bad.. on the bright side, it was cake-- cake was always nice, especially if it wasn’t too sweet-- dazai was never too fond of overly-sweet things. on the downside, this was a complete stranger, and he hadn’t a clue whether this could be set up or not. the guy did sort of resemble akutagawa in the slightest of ways. did aku-chan have a long lost brother ? whatever the case may be, dazai could only pray that there hadn’t been something within the treat that’d harm him. 

     smiling whilst hesitantly taking the plate, dazai laughed softly, debating internally on whether he should eat the cake or not.