Delivering documents, meeting strangers. Another day at the office.

[killswithapen]

Who: Yagami Light and Tesla
When: February 22nd, night
Where: Stairwell, tower 1
Summary: Tesla wants Light to stay the hell away from Nnoitra.
Warnings: Roughing up, a little bloodletting.

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[yourporcinepal]

It had taken Tesla a while to find out just who the man he'd seen talking with Nnoitra-sama was, but once he had, Tesla knew he had to do something. It was his instinct, hell, it was in his very nature to be jealous and hateful and mean to something that had what he wanted.

Or might take what he wanted away from him. And that was what this weak little human seemed to want to do. Nnoitra-sama was his, damn it. They'd gone through too damn much together for some scrawny little human to bust in on it

[killswithapen]

There was very little to better describe Light's sudden predicament but 'dazzling'; the kind of dazzling that left stars dancing in front of his eyes, and made him feel dangerously light headed. Whatever had struck him back against the wall had incredible strength, and it took some serious effort to blind away the bright lights so that he could see, a hollow sound ringing in his ears.

From faraway he thought he heard the stranger's words, and he certainly felt the blade at his throat, but it took a little longer for his mind to catch up; all of his senses to slot neatly back into place.

"Doing with whom?" he asked, ever so softly. He could do nothing but stay absolutely still, his hands down at his sides. There was still the piece of Death Note but... No. He wouldn't use it unless it was absolutely necessary, and he didn't know this man's name. "This is surely a misunderstanding..."

[yourporcinepal]

Tesla applied just a little more pressure, just enough to dimple the skin of Light's throat. "Nnoitra Jiruga." He said, eye narrowed as he glowered at Light.

"There is no misunderstanding, I assure you. I saw you speaking with him." He pressed harder, blood welling up where the spike dug into the flesh. "I heard him ask you to be his fraccion. What, exactly, do you think you're doing with him?"

"I am his fraccion. You are nothing, you are not fit to even lick dogshit from the soles of Nnoitra-sama's boots, human!"

[killswithapen]

Light didn't dare move. The blade at his throat cut into the skin, and it was enough just to hiss in pain. He didn't dare breathe, and it would be hard to speak without forcing the blade in deeper, but unless he did so he would be skewered - perhaps even killed - and that was certainly not in his plans, especially his plans for the first day of work.

"Coursenot," he forced out, quickly. Then "Explain".

'I am his fraccion' the guy had said. Nnoitra's servant, just like that strange scientist, Grantzy, had been speaking about. He didn't intend to be anyone's servant, as he would explain to Tesla if he got a chance.