A short drabble...
Title: Rivalry
Author: Viola
Rating: PG-13, I think.
Summary: Sayu likes Misa. In THAT way. Light is scared.
Word Count: 375 in Microsoft Word.
Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.
Notes: ...it's rather silly.
“Hey, Light?”
Light groaned. He really wanted to dedicate a couple of hours to his godly duties, but Sayu was clearly going to ruin that nice little plan. “Yes, Sayu,” he responded in a very bored voice. “What do you want again?”
“Two words: quadratic equations,” Sayu giggled. “Aw, don’t stare at me like that, you understand Math and I don’t,” she added. “It’s only fair.”
“Right,” her brother snorted. “That’s some brilliant logic.”
Sayu placed her Algebra textbook neatly on his desk, clearly not too eager to open it and start solving the problems. “You know what?” she grinned. “Your new girlfriend is... hot stuff.”
Light rolled his eyes. “Eh?”
“No kidding,” Sayu nodded. “And she’s got style. I mean, I saw her panties.”
Probably for the first time in his entire life, Light was completely unsure of what to say. “You saw Misa’s panties?” he repeated. “What else do I need to know about you?”
“Well, her skirts are so short,” Sayu explained patiently. “And, um... I’m not blind.”
Light closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “Alright, look, Sayu, I’m... quite tolerant, in fact,” he muttered. “I can’t possibly accept everything, but I don’t hate people for their, er, preferences.” He paused. “However... eh... she’s my girlfriend. My girlfriend. And I’m pretty positive our father wants you to marry a man. Not just any man, of course, but, um. Someone with XY chromosomes, definitely.”
“Calm down,” Sayu laughed. “I won’t hurt your Misa-san, and Dad doesn’t even come home for dinners anymore. Now - weren’t we talking about Math?”
“I... think,” Light blinked. Talking to Sayu, his younger sister, a teenage girl, to be more precise, felt oddly like talking to a man. A rather perverted man of around forty. There was something fundamentally wrong about that. “Yes. Be kind to Misa, okay?”
“Yeah,” Sayu smiled happily. Light sighed: his life was complex enough, and Sayu’s newly discovered quirks weren’t making it much easier. He didn’t doubt Misa’s devotion, but she was tragically empty-headed and trusting: she could babble their dangerous secrets out to Sayu in a spontaneous fit of female solidarity, as Sayu would call it.
It was time to put Misa’s heterosexuality to the test - for the new world’s sake.
Author: Viola
Rating: PG-13, I think.
Summary: Sayu likes Misa. In THAT way. Light is scared.
Word Count: 375 in Microsoft Word.
Disclaimer: Death Note belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.
Notes: ...it's rather silly.
“Hey, Light?”
Light groaned. He really wanted to dedicate a couple of hours to his godly duties, but Sayu was clearly going to ruin that nice little plan. “Yes, Sayu,” he responded in a very bored voice. “What do you want again?”
“Two words: quadratic equations,” Sayu giggled. “Aw, don’t stare at me like that, you understand Math and I don’t,” she added. “It’s only fair.”
“Right,” her brother snorted. “That’s some brilliant logic.”
Sayu placed her Algebra textbook neatly on his desk, clearly not too eager to open it and start solving the problems. “You know what?” she grinned. “Your new girlfriend is... hot stuff.”
Light rolled his eyes. “Eh?”
“No kidding,” Sayu nodded. “And she’s got style. I mean, I saw her panties.”
Probably for the first time in his entire life, Light was completely unsure of what to say. “You saw Misa’s panties?” he repeated. “What else do I need to know about you?”
“Well, her skirts are so short,” Sayu explained patiently. “And, um... I’m not blind.”
Light closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “Alright, look, Sayu, I’m... quite tolerant, in fact,” he muttered. “I can’t possibly accept everything, but I don’t hate people for their, er, preferences.” He paused. “However... eh... she’s my girlfriend. My girlfriend. And I’m pretty positive our father wants you to marry a man. Not just any man, of course, but, um. Someone with XY chromosomes, definitely.”
“Calm down,” Sayu laughed. “I won’t hurt your Misa-san, and Dad doesn’t even come home for dinners anymore. Now - weren’t we talking about Math?”
“I... think,” Light blinked. Talking to Sayu, his younger sister, a teenage girl, to be more precise, felt oddly like talking to a man. A rather perverted man of around forty. There was something fundamentally wrong about that. “Yes. Be kind to Misa, okay?”
“Yeah,” Sayu smiled happily. Light sighed: his life was complex enough, and Sayu’s newly discovered quirks weren’t making it much easier. He didn’t doubt Misa’s devotion, but she was tragically empty-headed and trusting: she could babble their dangerous secrets out to Sayu in a spontaneous fit of female solidarity, as Sayu would call it.
It was time to put Misa’s heterosexuality to the test - for the new world’s sake.