[kurosawa tadanao]
DEHSSU NOTAA
by shotaphile
Crossover with Death Note
Hikaru was walking home from one of Morishita-sensei's study groups when he saw it sitting there, innocuously, on the sidewalk. It was thin and black, with white, spidery letters on the cover.
English letters, ugh.
He picked it up anyway, because he was nosy, and also, because Hikaru was just the sort of boy who would pick up strange things that he saw lying on sidewalks and catch something nasty and incurable from it as a result.
As he began to slowly, painfully, and above all, inaccurately, sound the words out, Sai confronted this nasty and incurable thing with a rather stern reprimand. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Well, stern for Sai, at least. The guy wears make up and floppy sleeves and hats tall enough to be seen from outer space, and he's DEAD. If he's still so preoccupied with fashion even in the afterlife, then intimidation isn't exactly at the top of his list, is it?
Oh, it's on there, sure enough, right there, under vending machines and those pretty little fishies. See? It even managed to beat out chewing gum! Neato!
It's a little worrisome that Hikaru didn't even turn around to see what all the ruckus was about but, well, he'd grown rather used to all of Sai's whining and caterwauling as of late, and English had always been his weak point. And math, and science… eh, they always do say that hearing is the first thing to go, right? Or is that sight?
He was reading (and reading really, really isn't the right word in this case, but, right now, it just can't be helped) it backwards.
Ryuk was bored.
And when he was bored, people tended to get hurt, mostly because that sort of thing never, ever failed to cheer him up. Like plane crashes, and axe murderers, and kittens.
It had been years since he'd left a human with his death note anyway.
This boy had yellow hair, which was weird, because Ryuk was pretty sure he'd dropped the notebook in Japan, and he didn't think it'd been so long since he'd last been that he'd forgotten what they all looked like.
He was also as dumb as a brick, which, Ryuk figured, he could totally use to his advantage. If only the boy wasn't already being haunted.
The spirit stomped his feet and shoved an accusatory silk fan in Ryuk's face and all but up his nose, cheeks ballooning comically. "Na-uh, no way, get looooossst!" His voice was thin and reedy, and quickly rose in pitch to a faint whine that, Ryuk saw, had dogs all along the street perking up their ears. "Go on, get, this boy is taken, OBVIOUSLY, so you're just gonna hafta ta go find someone else to bother!"
He frowned. "There are no rules prohibiting a double possession--and even if there were, I'm certain that I wouldn't be included in them." Well, at least, mostly certain. It's not like he made a habit of checking up on the rules, but he wasn't just some ghost with a pasty complexion and unfinished business either. He was V.I.P., without the P, high class, special.
Bored.
The ghost tranny (for that was really the only sort of explanation that Ryuk could find for hair that long, and someone desperately needed to tell the guy that purple, despite any delusions that he might have either way, was NOT his color) sniffed delicately behind a long, billowing sleeve, glancing back once, quickly, to the small boy who was squinting and stuttering and, quite fruitlessly, sounding out: "nah-meh… nahm…namu. Namu ga… etoooo…." gaze softening minutely, before hardening once more when he turned back to Ryuk.
"I don't care." He said, selfishly. "I don't want to share. This notebook of yours might distract him from Go, goodness knows it isn't difficult and besides," He poked Ryuk sternly in the chest with his fan, seeming to regret it a moment later and recoiling in distaste at the contact.
The spirit mournfully examined his fan tip as though giving it up already for lost, "You hardly seem like the right sort of role model for an impressionable young boy like him. He might take up piercing or, heaven forbid," and he seemed truly troubled by the next thought, "DATING! Hikaru can't date, She'll distract him. I have told you that he's easily distractible, haven't I? I have, I just know I have. Why, he ruined a perfectly good game once because he saw that little playmate of his with the nice hair off with someone that wasn't him, and they never even went steady!"
His expression grew pensive. "Actually, I think she's seeing that little redhead now. She must have something for hair dye…"
He shook his head, as if to dislodge this train of thought, and seemed to do just that. "I've given up on turning him into the respectable sort, he's a sweet enough boy on his own, even if he is colorblind, and I can tell a bad influence when I see one. And you," he pointed again with the fan, this time stopping just short of actually touching Ryuk, "are a bad influence is ever I've seen one. Like that man who likes to wear a lot of white--not the chicken one, the fish one--oh, what was his name…?"
Ryuk really, really did not want to know. He took opportunity of this newest distraction to subtly slip away. Some things just weren't worth the trouble. This was one of them.
Hikaru sighed and threw the notebook back on the ground, rubbing at the back of his head and wishing that he had some ramen. Ramen made everything better.
"C'mon Sai," he called, suddenly hungry, and wandered off without another thought.
Sai wafted eagerly behind him, whining about Go, and wanting to know how Hikaru thought that he might look with wings and, ooh, hey, look, there's a Go parlor Hikaru, let's play, let's PLAY!! Hikaru groaned and covered his ears (to no avail, but you couldn't blame him for trying anyway) and soon began to run (also to no avail, oh well).
Behind him, Raito Yagami was walking home from school, when an innocuous, thin black notebook with white English lettering on the cover caught his eye.
by shotaphile
Crossover with Death Note
Hikaru was walking home from one of Morishita-sensei's study groups when he saw it sitting there, innocuously, on the sidewalk. It was thin and black, with white, spidery letters on the cover.
English letters, ugh.
He picked it up anyway, because he was nosy, and also, because Hikaru was just the sort of boy who would pick up strange things that he saw lying on sidewalks and catch something nasty and incurable from it as a result.
As he began to slowly, painfully, and above all, inaccurately, sound the words out, Sai confronted this nasty and incurable thing with a rather stern reprimand. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Well, stern for Sai, at least. The guy wears make up and floppy sleeves and hats tall enough to be seen from outer space, and he's DEAD. If he's still so preoccupied with fashion even in the afterlife, then intimidation isn't exactly at the top of his list, is it?
Oh, it's on there, sure enough, right there, under vending machines and those pretty little fishies. See? It even managed to beat out chewing gum! Neato!
It's a little worrisome that Hikaru didn't even turn around to see what all the ruckus was about but, well, he'd grown rather used to all of Sai's whining and caterwauling as of late, and English had always been his weak point. And math, and science… eh, they always do say that hearing is the first thing to go, right? Or is that sight?
He was reading (and reading really, really isn't the right word in this case, but, right now, it just can't be helped) it backwards.
Ryuk was bored.
And when he was bored, people tended to get hurt, mostly because that sort of thing never, ever failed to cheer him up. Like plane crashes, and axe murderers, and kittens.
It had been years since he'd left a human with his death note anyway.
This boy had yellow hair, which was weird, because Ryuk was pretty sure he'd dropped the notebook in Japan, and he didn't think it'd been so long since he'd last been that he'd forgotten what they all looked like.
He was also as dumb as a brick, which, Ryuk figured, he could totally use to his advantage. If only the boy wasn't already being haunted.
The spirit stomped his feet and shoved an accusatory silk fan in Ryuk's face and all but up his nose, cheeks ballooning comically. "Na-uh, no way, get looooossst!" His voice was thin and reedy, and quickly rose in pitch to a faint whine that, Ryuk saw, had dogs all along the street perking up their ears. "Go on, get, this boy is taken, OBVIOUSLY, so you're just gonna hafta ta go find someone else to bother!"
He frowned. "There are no rules prohibiting a double possession--and even if there were, I'm certain that I wouldn't be included in them." Well, at least, mostly certain. It's not like he made a habit of checking up on the rules, but he wasn't just some ghost with a pasty complexion and unfinished business either. He was V.I.P., without the P, high class, special.
Bored.
The ghost tranny (for that was really the only sort of explanation that Ryuk could find for hair that long, and someone desperately needed to tell the guy that purple, despite any delusions that he might have either way, was NOT his color) sniffed delicately behind a long, billowing sleeve, glancing back once, quickly, to the small boy who was squinting and stuttering and, quite fruitlessly, sounding out: "nah-meh… nahm…namu. Namu ga… etoooo…." gaze softening minutely, before hardening once more when he turned back to Ryuk.
"I don't care." He said, selfishly. "I don't want to share. This notebook of yours might distract him from Go, goodness knows it isn't difficult and besides," He poked Ryuk sternly in the chest with his fan, seeming to regret it a moment later and recoiling in distaste at the contact.
The spirit mournfully examined his fan tip as though giving it up already for lost, "You hardly seem like the right sort of role model for an impressionable young boy like him. He might take up piercing or, heaven forbid," and he seemed truly troubled by the next thought, "DATING! Hikaru can't date, She'll distract him. I have told you that he's easily distractible, haven't I? I have, I just know I have. Why, he ruined a perfectly good game once because he saw that little playmate of his with the nice hair off with someone that wasn't him, and they never even went steady!"
His expression grew pensive. "Actually, I think she's seeing that little redhead now. She must have something for hair dye…"
He shook his head, as if to dislodge this train of thought, and seemed to do just that. "I've given up on turning him into the respectable sort, he's a sweet enough boy on his own, even if he is colorblind, and I can tell a bad influence when I see one. And you," he pointed again with the fan, this time stopping just short of actually touching Ryuk, "are a bad influence is ever I've seen one. Like that man who likes to wear a lot of white--not the chicken one, the fish one--oh, what was his name…?"
Ryuk really, really did not want to know. He took opportunity of this newest distraction to subtly slip away. Some things just weren't worth the trouble. This was one of them.
Hikaru sighed and threw the notebook back on the ground, rubbing at the back of his head and wishing that he had some ramen. Ramen made everything better.
"C'mon Sai," he called, suddenly hungry, and wandered off without another thought.
Sai wafted eagerly behind him, whining about Go, and wanting to know how Hikaru thought that he might look with wings and, ooh, hey, look, there's a Go parlor Hikaru, let's play, let's PLAY!! Hikaru groaned and covered his ears (to no avail, but you couldn't blame him for trying anyway) and soon began to run (also to no avail, oh well).
Behind him, Raito Yagami was walking home from school, when an innocuous, thin black notebook with white English lettering on the cover caught his eye.