This is not a Fool's Day joke.
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I'm actually writing this. God help me. Expect the whole thing either tonight or tomorrow, whenever breaks in the thesis allow.
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"I will make a pact with you." The wind is martial, hard, and all the sakura on it assault his face, not just hiding the man's in shadow anymore but keeping Light from looking even if there was a face to see. "When we meet again--and I will come for you again, regardless of what I decide in the end--I will evaluate you and my opinion of you. In so many ways, you're what I should be, what someone like me should be, what he--what the person who came before me should have chosen--but your power isn't your own, isn't part of the realm you now pretend to serve. I will give you one year from this day. If you can make me believe in you, Yagami-san--if you can make me believe that your actions will balance the realms of the living and the dead--then I will take the appropriate actions and abide you, protect you, support you. But if you cannot, if in the end you are like this tree under which we stand, then I will do my duty as Sakurazukamori and feed you to it, and strip you of the power you have stolen." He tightens the grip of his gloves on Light's wrists, and raises Light's hands to his lips, kissing the backs of them like some kind of--of actor, of European, first left and then right. His mouth is ice-cold and the wind streaks through the wetness it leaves, and Light bites his teeth down, digs his feet into the slippery petals underfoot. "As once was done for me, I give you this chance to prove me wrong. And until then, I will let you go."
"Speak up, I can't--" Light stammers, "--the wind--"
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I'm actually writing this. God help me. Expect the whole thing either tonight or tomorrow, whenever breaks in the thesis allow.
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"I will make a pact with you." The wind is martial, hard, and all the sakura on it assault his face, not just hiding the man's in shadow anymore but keeping Light from looking even if there was a face to see. "When we meet again--and I will come for you again, regardless of what I decide in the end--I will evaluate you and my opinion of you. In so many ways, you're what I should be, what someone like me should be, what he--what the person who came before me should have chosen--but your power isn't your own, isn't part of the realm you now pretend to serve. I will give you one year from this day. If you can make me believe in you, Yagami-san--if you can make me believe that your actions will balance the realms of the living and the dead--then I will take the appropriate actions and abide you, protect you, support you. But if you cannot, if in the end you are like this tree under which we stand, then I will do my duty as Sakurazukamori and feed you to it, and strip you of the power you have stolen." He tightens the grip of his gloves on Light's wrists, and raises Light's hands to his lips, kissing the backs of them like some kind of--of actor, of European, first left and then right. His mouth is ice-cold and the wind streaks through the wetness it leaves, and Light bites his teeth down, digs his feet into the slippery petals underfoot. "As once was done for me, I give you this chance to prove me wrong. And until then, I will let you go."
"Speak up, I can't--" Light stammers, "--the wind--"
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