A glass can only spill what it contains

[kami_to_you]

*The last thing he remembers is the taste of fresh sushi on his tongue, his fingers wrapped around the small, white choko as he brought it to his lips with a smug grin. The room was dimly lit and he was in the company of

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[sweets_soldier]

[As the young man stands mid-hallway, musing, Mihael just sits back, 'round the corner, and watches silently. He is intrigued; he has not yet met another like this man in the vacation mansion this far, and Matt's description of the killer Kira is currently ringing in his ears.

He decides that it is time to make his presence known, blue eyes narrowing momentarily as he rounds the corner, striding down the hallway in his bare-footed, blue-jeaned, flanneled glory. His AK-47 still rests strapped across his back; ever since meeting that strange blonde girl who is not his Melushka, Mihael has been extra wary, caring his rifle with him wherever.]

Hullo. You are new to this vacation, I assume?

[kami_to_you]

*Eyebrow*

...

Mihael. *And Light's face is the perfect mask of an impending scowl. Having his guard dog leave his side for even a second is something that he has expressly stated numerous times isn't to happen. Especially with the recent uprisings. It isn't safe.

And apparently, Mihael has found not only time to wander off, but to...change. What is he wearing? Light crosses his arms over his chest.*

Are you drunk?

[sweets_soldier]

[Mihael stops midway down the corridor, looking the young man up and down suspiciously. It sounds rather strange, not having to introduce himself as he is truly termed, and this fact has him thrown off quite a bit.]

If I am, I am not aware.

Tell me - how is it you know my true name? Most of those in this vacation mansion call me "Mello" until I am quite ready to throttle them.

[kami_to_you]

*He stares for a long couple of seconds, assessing the situation. It has been almost a year since Mihael gained his favor and in doing so, dropped that alias in favor of his birth name. There is no reason for Light to use it when, in essence, it was only created to protect his bodyguard from him. According to Light, at least.

Funny thing.

And the term "vacation" catches his attention more than "mansion."*

You're on duty, *he corrects. Mihael is always on duty, without question.*

[sweets_soldier]

[Mihael stares, incredulous, at the man a moment, his brow furrowing in a strange combination of confusion and resentment.]

I have been on tour for over one year - I deserve damn vacation, now that I have been granted one month of leave! I plan on taking it, dammit!

[Is this man from his own world of origin? If so, is he one of Mihael's commanding officers? The lieutenant looks him up and down once more, quite obviously sizing him up. He does not appear to be part of the military, Mihael thinks. Nor does he seem to be of Russian descent - though perhaps he is part of another country's military effort to rid the world of the mass, faceless murderer known as Kira?

There is only one way to find out.

Mihael makes sure to intentionally thicken his accent, as to help the man along with the fact that he is more than likely not the Mihael he knows.]

What country's military are you part of, sir?

[kami_to_you]

*Light only watches as Mihael obviously enjoys his little outburst, listening calmly, a subtle brow having remained arched throughout their entire encounter thus far*

There is no military. *His voice is laced with skepticism*

[sweets_soldier]

...

That is impossible.

[The other man's statement has him thrown once again, and Mihael struggles a moment to recover.] I am military. [His hand comes up, to grip the gun strap across his chest.]

You, sir, are full of the shit.

[kami_to_you]

*Instinctively, Light takes a step back, narrowing his eyes further at the movement of Mihael's hand. It would be an understatement to say that he dislikes firearms. Loathes them. Ever since that incident with the attempted assassination, there hasn't been a single time in which Light was able to even glance at a gun without the image of his hotel suite windows shattering in a heap of gunfire.*

There is no military, *he repeats, attempting to keep the nervousness from his tone. Whatever this is, whomever this is, (it certainly can't be his Mihael, by a long shot) he needs to get out of here. Now.*

[sweets_soldier]

[Mihael's expression falls easily into a glare just as everything begins to fall into place - Matt's description of the Japanese college boy, all the arrogant statements this man has made so far... It all makes sense.

But Mihael is an honorable soldier, and not one to pull the trigger on random strangers without due cause. In one fluid motion, he skillfully whips his gun from his back, setting it into his shoulder and taking direct aim at the young man, sighting him with relative ease in the narrow hallway.]

Are you Kira?

[kami_to_you]

*His anxiety heightens tenfold as the weapon is pointed directly at him. Given the proximity, there is little to no room for error and instead of focusing on the firearm, he instead trails his gaze to the other's face, keeping his hands steady by curling long fingers into his palms.

He can feel sweat prickle at the back of his neck, his upper lip, and Light forces himself completely still. Mihael (his Mihael) can't be far. And the bodyguard has never failed him before. He probably has perfect aim on this one's head at this very moment. With this assurance in mind, he responds.*

Don't you recognize the face of your God?

[sweets_soldier]

Not my God.

[His mind centered on the crucifix pressed between his shirt and his chest, Mihael decides it's time to show Kira just how military this dog can be; jerking the gun down, he aims for the false God's left leg, just above the knee, and squeezes the trigger.]

[kami_to_you]

*The words barely register in his mind before the deafening sound overtakes everything; like a billowing in his ears and then the impact, and Light is far, far too shocked for the pain to register right away.

But then his breath halts for less than a second and when it returns, there is the paralyzing sting, the spreading burning and he collapses onto his knees, using whatever focus he has to keep himself from keeling over completely.*

Mihael! Shoot! *Why, WHY does he even have to give the command? Where the hell is he!

Ah, God. It hurts. It hurts.*

[sweets_soldier]

[Mihael stops, puzzled by the strange man's plea. He lowers his gun, staring openly in a mixture of disgust and slight confusion.]

But... I did shoot. [He quirks a brow.]

[kami_to_you]

Not you! You--ngh

*He can feel the blood soaking his dress pants: warm and sticky against his skin. No. No one shoots Light Yagami. This is why he has a guard. He'll be here any minute. Light hangs on to this belief as he falters slightly, glaring at the double.*

[sweets_soldier]

[Mihael watches Light closely; after another moment, he shakes his head, striding forward quickly and swinging his gun, the butt of the rifle aimed directly for the murderer's head.]

[kami_to_you]

*Light keeps his eyes locked on the weapon, trying extremely hard not to shake outright. Not him. Not God. God doesn't tremble at the feet of miscreants.

But then the impact: blinding and leaving a cracking sound in his ears, and a choked sound wretches from his throat as he's struck. He squeezes his eyes against the acute wave of dizziness that follows, one arm losing its hold in keeping him from meeting the floor beneath him.*