06 oct . bleach/death note . a kingdom for my troubles
Title: a kingdom for my troubles
Day/Theme: 6 oct // overwork
Series: bleach/death note crossover
Character/Pairing: aizen, light, ryuuku
Notes: forgive that i haven't even finished this series past like chapter 60, i just saw the anime and was reminded of how cute raito and ryuuku used to be~ silly rated g fun.
A tall man, clothed in ancient Japanese robes and rather unflattering square-cut glasses, stood stonily before the window of Light's modest apartment. The mood was fraught with an intensity that would have been mostly invisible to the casual speculator. As it was, Light casually tossed a glance backwards from his seat at the computer moniter. "Ryuuku, is this another one of your dumb shinigami friends?"
"Well," Ryuuku began.
"Tell him to go away. The god of the new world is really tied down with things."
"He's sort of my cousin."
"I am the god of the new world." Aizen announced bitterly, his voice strained from the effort to resist shouting madly and maybe stomping his feet a little.
Light found this amusing enough to bestow it his more-complete attention. "Oh?" He swiveled his chair around cheerily. "Ryuuku, shinigami have relations?"
"He's a distant 2nd." Ryuuku said gloomily. "He's also a giant megalomaniac nerd. Who's terrible at sports."
"I have more fulfilling hobbies." Aizen bristled indignantly. "You, child, must strip yourself of this title immediately. Inform the presses. Post it on The In-tur-net, for all I care. You must stop this foolishness at once, do you not know how very confusing and inconvenient it is to have two gods with only so much world?"
Light inspected his fingernails. "If you really don't like me so much, you could've just written my name down on your own Death Note. And ages ago, when I didn't have a huge religious following that would terrorize any institution, visible or not, who would destroy their great and powerful leader."
"I--" Aizen fumed. He had a point. "I never had a Death Note."
"Really now?" Light was always interested in aspects of the shinigami world, a world yet so foreign to a god like him (though with a little bit more prying and investigating, perhaps it would become as much a home and palace as this one, and then Light would have two nice little societies to rule over). "Why so?"
Ryuuku rolled his bulbous eyes. "Sousuke was always into collecting antiques. He likes those little sharp pointy things you humans use sometimes for sport now."
"Hm," said Light.
"I'll send my minions over to crush you." Aizen threatened. "I don't care about your silly religion, do you hear me? I have muscle to do work for me, not some prissy little notebook."
"I'll give you Iceland, if you'd like." Light interjected in a friendly tone. "It's very pretty there. And the literacy rate is impressively high."
"I do not want Iceland. You are not listening to me. Me. The god of the new world. ALL WORLDS."
Light waved his hand, apathetic now. "Ryuuku, do something. He's a bore."
"Well,"
"I'll have Misa pick you up some apple pie today."
Ryuuku flexed his long, spindly claws. "Ho, looks like visiting time is over, cousin!"
"But," Aizen sputtered helplessly.
"You can leave a message with my secretary. Just don't stab her."
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