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Light and the Void

[deathline]

[It is a night like any other, but the city is still bustling with people working late, running errands, or enjoying the nightlife. Some people are doing important things like, maybe solving crimes, or trying to get home safely...

And then there's this person.]

Get me ice cream.

From the convenience store.

Strawberry.

[godly]

[It is late, the illumination in his room only the pale sheen of moonlight cast through his window, and a desk lamp emitting a halo glow. Light looks up from his work, papers for school stacked neatly before him, when his phone buzzes for attention.

The reply comes swiftly enough, deft fingers tapping out a reply that belies a needling sort of boredom.]

Have you considered that it's late? You're not paying me to run your errands.

[deathline]

[She's not as adept with texting yet seeing as how she never seemed to be interested or intrigued by technology. Texting with the phone was an exception apparently and she answers back a minute later.]

Kokuto's not available.

'Sides I'll pay you back.

[godly]

[Not even a beat of a moment passes before his reply blips back.]

Is your sweet tooth really that pressing of an issue right now?

[Typing, typing...]

If I said I have my hands full at the moment?

[He's bored of it. But there is the small matter of pride, a matter that is never small where Light Yagami is concerned.]

[deathline]

I just want something to snack on.

I was gonna ask Akitaka, but you're closer.

You can afford a break. Get yourself a snack too

[Although Shiki didn't look or even act the part of a spoiled rich girl, it's these sort of petty demands that show she's not entirely immune from it.]

[godly]

[Once more, a matter of pride gets in the way, but it seems to be standing on more wobbly legs than usual tonight; the fact that he's continuing to humor this exchange is proof enough.]

Why can't you go, then?

[What's your reasoning, Shiki? Is she bored and in want of company, this desire manifesting as bothering Light in the baleful hours of the night?]

[deathline]

Just woke up.

[It's a good excuse as any. Although it begs the question of how long had she been sleeping to suddenly wake up at night?]

[godly]

Just now?

[A glance at his digital alarm clock, glaring at him in bright red numbers. It’s well past midnight.]

So which is it, not enough sleep or too much?

[deathline]

Both.

Ice cream.

[She's as curt over text as she is in-person. But the fact she keeps in contact with Light so that he's become a part of her barely half-circle of people she's okay with is something to commend.]

[godly]

[He should just ignore this, deny her. It isn't the first time -- nor will it ever be the last -- and Light has faith in the ability of her legs to walk on their own accord, if her need for strawberry ice cream is so terribly important.

But tonight, something wavers in that stubborn resolve. Tonight, maybe the moon will cast a less lurid light over him than the fluorescent spill of a lamp.]

It's polite to ask nicely.

[She can't see it, but he's shifting to stand. Gathers his things, what very little he needs to make a trek to the convenience store and buy a container of ice cream -- just a wallet in his pocket, and a phone still in-hand.]

You can't just fling commands in someone's direction and expect them to obey.

[deathline]

Then just say 'no' directly next time if you're so unwilling. I'm not gonna go over to your place and rough you up for rejection.

[She has yet to leave her bed. Her plan was after Light drops off her ice cream, she'll go take a walk.]

[godly]

No, that would require too much effort on your part.

[Don’t think he won’t sass her back!]

I’ll let you know when I’m close. Don’t make me wait if you’re already forcing me to get out in the dead of night.

[deathline]

You could use the exercise.

[One can hear the dryness in her replies. There's an additional text that may be a little odd.]

Also, if you see an alleyway next to the store, if you notice anything, try to ignore it. There's been some rumors.

[godly]

Rumors? Of what?

[Now there’s an ominous text if he’s ever read one — which naturally only piques a perpetual curiosity.]

[deathline]

People disappearing. Or if they don't disappear, they try to get to the other side and just end up back where they started as if going in a circle.

Touko had me look into it, but I didn't see anything at least during the day. Nighttime might be a different story.

[godly]

And you’re sending me to that vicinity at night.

I can take a look.

[deathline]

[She wrinkles her nose at the reply before typing back.]

You're gonna become a missing person case because of ice cream?

Good luck, I guess.

If there is anything in there, try not to get noticed.

[godly]

No. The ice cream has nothing to do with it.

[The allure of unspooling something unknown, which is in turn an instance of anything other than the doldrums of this night — this week, this month. That alone is worth a subtle, careful look.]

I’m only going to see if there’s anything present. I’ll be careful. It’s not like I can fend off a threat with a carton of ice cream in-hand.

[deathline]

You're the type of person who gets fascinated by keys being dangled in front of you aren't you?

[Shiki grunts as she swings her legs over the side of the bed and straightens out her kimono before reaching for her shoes.]

[godly]

I’m not reckless if that’s what you’re trying to say.

[Out the door he goes.]

I’m surprised you’re not taking the opportunity to look into it yourself.

[deathline]

I did in the morning. Kokuto's been looking into people who disappeared around the area so I was just gonna wait for him to catch up.

[She splashes water on her face before she throws on her strawberry red jacket.]

Do you have anything to defend yourself with? You're a policeman's kid, you oughta have something.

[godly]

I’ll be fine. I told you, I don’t intend to instigate anything beyond what I think I can handle.

[Sure, Light.

Though to his credit, he won’t go running in, metaphorical guns a-blazing.]

Worry about your strawberry ice cream for now.

[deathline]

If it melts, maybe you won't have to pick up any for me next time.

[She won't say so, but she is going to make her way over to the convenience store where Light and the mysterious alleyway is so there's a lull in any texts from her for a few minutes.]

[godly]

You shouldn't have told me that. Maybe I'll leave it out somewhere warm before I deliver it to you now.

[Does he possess the level of pettiness, somewhere deep down, to follow up on this new, novel idea? Probably. Does he intend to? No. Their exchange might be dry (or sharp around the edges, depending on the day/night), but Light regards Shiki in a somewhat favorable light. The pun isn't intended.

Nothing else from either texter for a good handful of minutes. Until-]

What's your second favorite flavor?

[deathline]

[They're an odd pair, the two of them although people will always find her and Mikiya the odder one if only because one half of them was too entirely sincere. The differences between her and Light were also quite stark in their own way, but there was a streak of similarity in the way they talked to each other.

She makes another face when she reads his message, pausing as she steps out of her apartment building.

Her answer?]

I don't eat any other flavors.



I heard rum raisin's good though.