The Shinigami Wing Deal Ch 11 Out of Control
A/N: I don't own a thing.
For this chapter... just imagine that this is in like in the same universe as CSI or something where you get instant lab results.
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"Ryuuzaki, five petty criminals recently broadcast on the news just died of sudden inexplicable heart attacks!" exclaimed Watari.
L acknowledged this new information... but his eyes never strayed from the monitors showing the peacefully sleeping form of Light Yagami.
Now how did you pull that off? You're not killing in your sleep or some such nonsense now are you?
L knew that Kira could control time of death but L didn't think it's possible for Kira to set times of death to before he gained access to that information (otherwise why was he still alive? Why was the Taskforce still alive?)
L chewed on his thumb in agitation and remembered Mogi's report on how Light had shouted "I don't need your help!" to the empty air...
Could it be… that Kira really does have an accomplice?
***
Ryuk returned from prowling around the neighbors' houses (neighbors who happened to be watching the news) and snuggled up with his sleeping mate.
There was no rule against Ryuk killing humans.
It would in no way affect Light's lifespan.
He didn't do it to "help" Light or support Kira's cause.
It would just... annoy Ryuk considerably if Light was stuck in prison is all... After all, Light was his.
***
Light slept in the next day and awoke in an exceptionally good mood, feeling perfectly content and totally at peace with the world...
That lasted for all of five minutes.
Because when he came down to the dining room he found that Sayu had brought a friend over and that they were reaching into the cupboard...
"I love barbequed potato chips!"
"Ew, gross! You're so weird, Mari."
Oh fuck!
This was an unforeseen nightmare scenario. Light couldn't even imagine how he could talk his way out of that one...
"Well you see Sayu, Mari, Potachi are now like Cracker Jacks. They come with a free prize inside." (That's why they cost 40,000 Yen a bag.)
Right...
Just then Ryuk phased in through the front door (having just returned from raiding the apple stash) and upon seeing Light's horrified look quickly assessed the current situation. He began creeping up behind Mari...
No! Ryuk don't help me!
The only thing potentially more incriminating than finding the mini-TV would be floating potato chips.
Fortunately at the last moment Ryuk seemed to realize this and moved to trip Mari instead. The chips went flying out of her hand and Light desperately dove for and caught the bag of chips...
"Hey!" his sister shouted.
"Dammit Sayu! These are my chips! Get your own!" Light shouted as he bolted out the door.
***
L stared in wonder at that... extreme reaction... "Light-kun really likes his chips..."
The way he reacted... could it be something incriminating? Even... physical evidence?
L called up Aizawa (who had "stalking duties" today).
"Mr. Aizawa, I don't care how you do it... just seize those potato chips!"
***
"I'm sorry about my brother... I don't know what's come over him. He's usually so polite..." Sayu began apologizing for her brother's strange behavior. Mari, however, was too distracted by the sexy as she replayed that scene over and over in her mind as Light dove after the chips in slow motion like some kind of action hero.
"Your brother is really hot" Mari sighed dreamily.
"..." Well this was awkward.
"Is he available?"
"Mari, you're weirding me out!"
"Is he?" She insisted.
Sayu crossed her arms. "He's already seeing somebody."
"Well, the way I see it he owes me at least a date for taking my chips."
"Mari!" Sayu shouted scandalized as Mari bolted out the door and started chasing her brother down the street...
***
Once one person stared shamelessly chasing him... it seemed like that opened up the flood gates as the neighborhood joined in. This was a nightmare. It was like trying to escape the zombie hoard-only it wasn't exactly his brains they were after...
No time to properly dispose of the evidence, Light stuffed the chip bag down his shirt, and ran like he had all the fiends of hell on his heels as he was pursued down the streets by scores of rabid, screaming fangirls and fanboys (close enough) as well as one very annoyed afro-haired police officer who, try as he might, couldn't even begin to get close enough to search the suspect for the alleged nefarious bag of potato chips. Light sacrificed his jacket to escape someone who had managed to grab him and Aizawa had to pause in his pursuit to wrench what could potentially be some kind of evidence away from the adoring fans. He was also delayed when an apple stand mysteriously overturned spilling the contents everywhere underfoot of the stalker stampede.
When Aizawa sighted Light again he was five blocks away... and loads more people had joined the chase. Aizawa huffed and wheezed as he continued in his pursuit. Kid can run.
When more admirers spontaneously appeared from the other direction Light took a sharp turn into an alley.
What's he thinking? Thought Aizawa, That's a dead end...
Aizawa could only watch from the middle of the crowd as Light swiftly ascended the chain-link fence (and lost a sneaker to the grasping hands of his stalkers) and enacted an impressive leap from the top of the fence post to the fire escape.
Aizawa winced sympathetically as Light didn't quite make it. He slammed into the side (that was at least bruised ribs) and clung desperately to the edge of the fire escape and struggled, and strained, and clawing desperately until he finally managed to pull himself up and over the edge. He didn't waste any time in running up the stairs to the top of the building (as several frenzied admirers were now attempting to replicate his move).
It was one those buildings with decorative overhanging balconies... Aizawa knew he couldn't hope to see what was going on up there-if Light really was hiding something there would be plenty of opportunities to do something or dispose of evidence...
"He's headed for the roof. There's nowhere else to go!" Aizawa reported on his headset and forced entry through the building. He ascended the stairs as fast as he could and arrived panting on the roof...
Only a few white feathers drifted along the ground but Light Yagami was nowhere to be found.
***
Shit! What the hell was THAT? Alright... it's high time I find out what's going on with me. Light thought as he flew swiftly through the clouds. He had earlier disposed of the chips and the mini-TV after having set up a couple of deaths to occur at random times. (He was well aware he had called too much attention to himself so it couldn't be helped...)
This wasn't just about this exponential increase in acquired stalkers.
His body wanted sex all the time... Light was beginning to suspect that this Deal was all consuming.
No matter how many times he did it with Ryuk...
It was nothing that Master did... it was just that Light always wanted more and Ryuk was happy to oblige him.
Not only was this causing his kill schedule to slip but... if this keeps up even his grades would begin to suffer and his parents would murder him.
Light was sure that Master had already told him all he was going to tell him about it (or could tell him about it) and though he didn't hold out too much hope... he had to at least try. Even though the cause was magical... there might just be a physiological component that he could track...
However... he couldn't exactly just go to a doctor "Well doc, I've been feeling really out of control lately, I just can't seem to concentrate on killing, and sometimes my wings itch when I have sex."
So Light sweet-talked one of the professors at To-oh to allow him access to their medical labs for a "senior project" within five minutes the professor had given him the access key... and his personal phone number.
"Light-o? What'cha doin'?" Ryuk was alarmed and puzzled as Light stabbed himself in the arm with a giant needle.
"I'm running my blood panel."
"Aw…" Ryuk looked disappointed. "And here I thought maybe you wanted to, you know… here…?"
Well Light didn't exactly want to leave any... DNA evidence behind... but then again, that's what the industrial grade bleach was for.
"Maybe after?"
"Hyuk, alright…"
Light read off his results-as he suspected his hormone levels were through the roof and on top of that he was giving off extremely potent pheromones. So yes, he did have a mystical "fuck me" sign taped to his back.
But that wasn't the most worrisome thing he found...
"What the hell did you do to me!" Light was absolutely livid.
Ryuk was baffled by Light's reaction. "I already told you… the Deal will make a willing Slave."
"You never said it would drive me insane!"
The tests had revealed a dangerous chemical imbalance. If Light didn't know that what he was looking at his own blood panel he would have thought he was looking at the lab results for a Schizophrenia patient or heavy meth user...
"Because… it's not." Ryuk looked torn. "There is something I'm not allowed to tell you. But you're smart, I'm sure if you just think about it for a minute…" Ryuk laid his claws on Light's shoulder and he looked him in the eye.
"It's not the sex," he assured. "It's another of your… newer habits… and I'm not making any judgments here but no one has ever used as heavily as you… and as you've already figured out it's well… driving you nuts."
What…?
Light thought hard over what "new habit" of his could possibly be causing this... It took him far longer than it should have to realize...
The Death Note?
I'm a... murder addict?
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