To Feel Alive Ch 3 A Wet Blanket
A/N: This is a Death Note fanfic. I don’t own Death Note.
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“Ryuk, what did I tell you about following me?” Light asked with deadly calm as he finished neatly knotting up the tie of his school uniform.
“Uh… Not to?”
“Then care to explain why you were watching me shower?”
Damn. He didn’t think he’d been seen.
“Er… Well… It’s like a job requirement that I have to watch you. Like, if you slip and break your neck in the shower I need to write your name. Uh… Nothing personal?”
“‘Nothing personal,’ my ass! You just said you like watching me.”
The Shinigami’s Cheshire cat grin stretched out impossibly wider. “Well you know I do prefer to enjoy my work. But if it’s any consolation to you when it’s your time to die I promise I’ll kill you quickly.”
The psychotic teenager let out a bubbling, near-hysterical kind of giggle that would make most people’s guts squirm but Ryuk found it to be oddly adorable. When Light got a hold of himself again he resumed scolded Ryuk, calling him a nasty perv, but if that small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips was any indicator Ryuk figured that Light actually didn’t mind. He was looking far too amused. That and the teen kept eying him speculatively just as he had the night before when that thing happened that they weren’t talking about…
“Then again I might just save you in such a scenario. You never know. I suppose it depends on how nice you are to me. You see, the rules are very strange-there were rules against saving a human with the Death Note. There were rules against murdering humans with ones fangs and claws or letting a human die without writing their name in the notebook. Of course it’s seen as most favorable that the Shinigami just kill the human in such a scenario but there isn’t a rule against saving a human from slipping in the shower so that you can later kill them properly.” The monster elaborated as he stalked closer, laying a possessive claw upon the boy’s shoulder.
Light made a face. “That’s all… uh… very interesting, Ryuk. But you do realize that all this talk about killing me is kind of a turnoff…”
The Shinigami drew back as if kicked. He wasn’t sure what the human’s problem was-he was only trying to share! And shouldn’t he be grateful that he wasn’t planning on giving him a painful, lingering death?
“Uh… Yeah… Well… Anyway… Try not to break your neck in the shower, okay? That would be really… boring.”
The teen huffed in annoyance as he ran a comb through his wet bangs and pushed them over to the side, just so; while he took to observing the antics of his odd companion in the reflection of the mirror. The Shinigami was being quite huffy himself, floating around behind him in obvious boredom.
An evil grin slowly spread across the teenager’s face before he swiftly grasped hold of the damp towel he’d been using to dry his hair.
Snap!
Ryuk didn’t phase-out fast enough. The Shinigami jumped comically as the towel cracked like a whip against his rear.
“Ah!” It didn’t hurt-well, not really-it just stung enough to be annoying. Ryuk let out a soft growl as the boy cackled evilly and danced away when he realized exactly what was going on here. Was he reading this right? Was Light seriously… flirting with him?! Why, that little… minx!
Well two can play at this game-as soon as Light’s back was turned the Shinigami retaliated.
Snap!
In a flash Ryuk spread his wings and slapped him across the ass. Despite their soft, delicate appearance his dark, feathery wings were actually quite strong-they had to be to carry his weight. Ryuk was careful not to put too much power behind the strike-he didn’t want to actually damage Light, just hit him hard enough to get the point across. Ryuk supposed he succeeded if the startled yelp and utterly stunned expression on the boy’s face was anything to go by. The Shinigami prowled on over to where Light seemed to be frozen to the spot, though whether it was due to shock, fear, or mortification Ryuk wasn’t exactly sure-maybe all three. The Shinigami stifled a giggle. The look on his face had to be the funniest thing he’d seen in ages. Light had clearly not been expecting him to retaliate. The Shinigami began laughing wickedly; fixing the teenager with a rather intense look as he slowly advanced on the stunned boy. That’s when Light snapped out of it-he scowled at this humiliation, throwing the wet towel at the monster’s face. Ryuk just laughed harder as he phased out, letting the towel phased right through him to become an inelegant heap on the floor.
Light then tried to escape out the bedroom door but the Shinigami was faster, cornering him by his closet. The teen blanched when he noticed the dangerous gleam in the Shinigami’s eyes. Ryuk had become eerily silent as he stared him up and down-grinning his ever-present grin-and Light had the sneaking suspicion he was undressing him with his eyes. The teen swallowed nervously and backed up until he’d hit the wall.
“You didn’t think you’d get away that easily, did you?”
“Ryuk…” It was meant to be a command and a warni
ng but the boy couldn’t stop the pleading note from entering his voice when the Shinigami gently caressed his face with his large black talons. “Ryuk, cut it out! I’ve got to get to school!”
“Why don’t you tell me what all that was all about, hmm? You know, it’s not every day a human attacks a God of Death.”
“Attack…? You mean… with the towel? That wasn’t an attack, Ryuk. Honest! It was just friendly teasing!”
“Teasing? But isn’t that mean?”
“No, this was friendly teasing. Like… it’s like… It’s what humans do when they… uh…” Light stammered as his eyes widened comically at the unsettling epiphany of what he had done.
“Yes?” the Shinigami prodded.
“…like each other,” the boy muttered, his face flushing the red of apples.
“Oh, I see. This means you want to play now.” It wasn’t a question.
“Uh…” the teen said ever so eloquently as the wall dug into his back in his futile attempts to squirm away. Light swallowed hard as the monster continued to stare at him intently, like he fully intended to eat him alive.
“No, not now, Ryuk. Now it’s time for school. Just think of the consequences-people will notice if I’m missing which will lead to questions which could lead to discovery which could lead to them taking you away from me. Is that what you want?”
Ryuk thought about it for a moment. “No,” he conceded.
“Then let me go, Ryuk.”
The Shinigami pouted but reluctantly released the teen. Light quickly retreated to the other side of his room-just to retrieve his book bag, is all. He was not the least bit flustered by a certain idiot Shinigami’s rude and pushy behavior-nope, not at all. The monster cackled again and the teen tried to stop the involuntary shiver that raced up his spine. Light briskly shouldered his book bag and strode pass the fallen towel that had caused all this trouble.
Inwardly, Light cringed. His mother would throw a fit if it wasn’t neatly in the hamper or in the laundry room but Light couldn’t be assed to pick it up just now (though part of it might have been the fact that bending over around his new roommate had suddenly become that much more awkward.) But the upside of this action (or, rather, inaction) was that it would allow him to confirm or deny his mother’s assurances that she was respecting his privacy and staying out of his room.
Ryuk let out a frustrated growl after the teen again escaped his clutches. He hated to be left so unsatisfied. Perhaps he could convince Light to reconsider? The Shinigami racked his brains for the little he knew on human mating rituals.
Ryuk fake coughed to get Light’s attention before asking “Oi! Light-o! If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?”
The Shinigami watched how the young man’s muscles flexed as his whole body suddenly tensed. He seemed aggravated for some reason. “Get the hell out.”
“I just blew it, didn’t I?” Ryuk grumbled as he morosely followed his human downstairs.
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At first Light thought that would be the end of it. It happened after breakfast (in which Light still avoided the coffee-he was now determined to cut back if not kick the habit entirely), Light was delayed only briefly by Sayu. The killer suppressed a sigh-his little sister had misplaced her homework again. It was when he was bent over searching for Sayu’s papers behind the sofa and the Shinigami took the opportunity to goose him from behind that Light considered that this just might be a problem. It seemed that his Shinigami had absolutely no concept of personal boundaries. Light gasped in panic as he felt one clawed hand on his stomach, holding him in place, the other was pressed up against his rear, rubbing and squeezing. Light squirmed in his hold uncomfortably at the pleasurable feelings and yet another involuntary shiver rocketed up his spine.
“Stop it!” Light snapped.
“But Light-o, I really wanted to-”
“Well I don’t!” Light declared, his voice betraying a hint of panic.
“But Light-o.”
“I said no. No means no! Get your dirty paws off of me!”
“But… I thought you said you liked me?”
Light cringed. The monster sounded so pitiful he couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for it. “Well… er… yeah, sure… but…”
“Then why don’t you want to play with me?”
“I already told you, Ryuk. There isn’t time! Do you really want us to get caught?” The Shinigami just sulked and nuzzled his face in the boy’s hair. “Er… look, I’ll buy you some apples on the way to school, alright? Just… let me go!”
“But, Light-o…”
“No!”
“Oi! Would you just listen! I was just trying to tell you that I see those papers you’re looking for!” said Ryuk, still awkwardly leaning over (and on) Light to point out where Sayu’s papers had wedged in the crack between the sofa and the wall.
“Why, what’s on your mind, Light-o?” The Shinigami cackled.
Light turned to face the monster, absolutely furious. “If you wanted my attention there are better ways to go about it than squeezing my a-”
“None as effective though.” The Shinigami snickered as Light punched at his shoulder. Well, tried to anyway-in actuality it just ghosted right through and Light reflected that Shinigami just don’t play fair…
“Human rules are just so confusing!” Ryuk grumbled “Light, do me a favor would you and tell me if you don’t like something or if I’m doing something wrong.”
The intense, murderous look in his eyes softened just a bit at the Shinigami’s voiced contrition.
“I’m not a Death Note, Ryuk. This… this isn’t the sort of thing that comes with simple instructions. So if I tell you not to do something or that you’re going too far you’re just going to have to take my word for it, alright?”
“But really, how was that any worse than getting slapped by a towel?”
Light turned to fully regard the Shinigami, his murderous glare returning, full-force.
“You touched me like you were thinking of screwing me right there!”
“Did you want me to?” Ryuk asked with faux innocence, his voice taking on low and seedy quality. Light shivered again as he remembered the night before of Ryuk’s voice in the dark and the feel of his hot breath against his ear…
No, don’t even go there! Light scowled at himself. Big, ugly, undead clown monster, remember? There’s no way…
…his absurdly gentle caresses of wings and talons, the feel of that firm body pressed flush against him, not to mention that rather impressive girth pressed up against his back that made him get all excited just thinking about it…
The teen desperately tried to smother the defeated groan that caught in his throat.
“Th-That’s not the point!” spluttered the angry teen.
The Shinigami struggled to hold back a laugh. It was obvious that the boy was interested, despite his denials. He had never met a human so responsive to his desires to “play.” Perhaps this just wasn’t the time or place for it?
Light had a rather odd look on his face appearing to be torn somewhere between disgust, embarrassment, and longing as he inconspicuously rubbed his sore bottom. Ryuk noted that the boy’s face and neck were again flushed that lovely apple-shade of red.
“Just don’t touch me!” Light hissed. “Not here, not now, and not in public!”
“Oniisan? Are you okay in there?”
Ryuk was suddenly on the other side of the room as if he had never been touching him, as if he could get caught. No, naturally no one could see Ryuk so only Light could get caught in these compromising situations.
Light tried to remain calm and reign in his barely masked frustration and terror when he was confronted by his sister. He had limited success: “Here! Next time, find your own stupid homework!” Light said darkly as he all but shoved the papers at his sister.
“Well, someone’s grouchy this morning. You know, you really need to get laid,” his sister muttered, though plenty loud enough to be heard by the room’s other occupants. Light tripped and fell face first on the floor while he could hear Ryuk’s cackling reverberating through the house.
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