[Light steps backwards through the wall. That's right, through the wall. His skin is ashen grey, his eyes yellow, and his forehead is adorned by a row of seven dark cross-shaped marks/scars. To those who have seen dreamsofgenesis in her Noah form, this is undoubtedly familiar. What may be less familiar is what he's holding in his right hand; a heart - a literal ( Read more... )

Light had been wandering the halls for a while. Ever since he had woken up he had been disoriented and confused. At one moment he had been sleeping next to L and the next he had woken up on the floor-fully dressed. At first he had thought the detective had knocked him off of the bed-that was until he realized that this place is in no way where he ( Read more... )

The last thing he remembered was Ryuk writing his name in the notebook when L had figured out Light was in fact Kira ( Read more... )

*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 ( Read more... )

[He was just preparing the dish for a customer. It was a simple slice of strawberry cheesecake, freshly made that same day. He was the only customer there at Light's bakery at the moment and Light, being... Light, would impress! He had on his apron over his turtleneck and pants, and with his sleeves rolled up he placed the strawberry on top of the ( Read more... )

[Light has developed a habit of picking up books from the library and taking them to various outdoor rooms to read. His current favorite room contains a mixed forest with cool temperatures and revolving scenery. It's relaxing, charming, but it is an outdoor room, and in the real world, some days aren't as picturesque as others. Light had been ( Read more... )

A bedroom door opens, and a Light steps out, and makes a beeline for the tenth floor. Hands empty - no sketchbook in sight - he's walking faster than some people would run ( Read more... )

The Request Room is waiting, as it always is -- black walls, ceiling, and floor, spotlights, small golden table. On the table is a stack of thick cream-colored cards made of heavy cotton rag paper, a small stand holding a dip pen and black ink (in a red, apple-shaped inkwell), a silver bowl, and one larger placard, covered with elegant script and ( Read more... )

A door near the second-floor kitchen swings inward of its own accord, and a Light steps through it ( Read more... )

There's a nervous-looking boy wandering the corridors. He looks about ten, empty-handed, dressed in scarily neat blue jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, and he remembers this place, doesn't he? The rooms, and the endless passages, and a lot of people who really don't like him - except there's a reason they shouldn't like him, something terrible he ( Read more... )