A/N: This is my first fanfiction so please, critique this as constructively as possible because I would like to improve the quality of the story with each installment not only for myself but for my potential viewers... in the event that people actually view this. Also, I know that this story may be seemingly innocent and the "M" rating may appear to be misjudged, but I promise that in the future things will get progressively less appropriate.
Disclaimers: I do not own Death Note, any of its characters, or the music lyrics used for this title. Also, I apologize if you do not approve of the questionable nature in which I portray these characters, this is a work of fiction intended to deviate from the original series so please keep that in mind. One last point, there is a character in the series who develops Anorexia so I apologize if this offends you in any way.
A Prologue
It was early morning, yet the sun had still neglected to make its daily appearance. Absent was its light that should have been seeping through the plastic blinds. Absent also were the sounds of the day's beginning. The bedroom was left silent beyond the occasional stirring of sheets or perhaps the rustling of a chain, the cold connection that left the two boys inseparable.
Still, despite the absence of mother nature's alarm clock indicating that it was time to rise, the young Light Yagami managed to rely on his own biological clock to awaken himself, his amber eyes slowly opening, strangely already adjusted to the darkness of the room.
"Is Ryuzaki actually sleeping?" he thought to himself,
peering across the formidably sized bed, noticing the other boy curled into a fetal-like position. This indeed was a strange sight to behold, considering that Light had never actually witnessed Ryuzaki in a state of slumber.
No, Ryuzaki had always managed to remain alert during Light's wakeful hours, conscious of falling asleep after and waking before him. Or perhaps it wasn't a conscious decision at all and Ryuzaki simply required a less fulfilling sleeping schedule...but it was hard to believe that any behavior of the young genius wasn't calculated and exercised to serve a purpose. No, definitely not.
"I'm not sleeping." Ryuzaki stated calmly, failing to even turn over to face Light, remaining in his childlike position with his knobby knees tucked tightly to his chest.
Light cocked an eyebrow at the sudden speech, not that he should have been surprised, Ryuzaki would often say things that would lead one to believe that he could read minds. However, if one asked him about it, he would just claim it was a matter of deductive reasoning, basing ideas off of the evidence provided, therefore narrowing down the potential solutions until one remains. The same thought process he applied to predicting Light's thoughts would be the same he would use for uncovering Kira, as though he didn't already know.
A couple of seconds passed in silence as Light began to sit upright, shaking his left wrist back and fourth as if to signal to Ryuzaki that it was time for him to stop being a pain in the ass and get out of bed already. Still, more time had went by, and until Light mumbled quite a few expletives did the raven haired boy succumb, reluctantly pulling the sheets from his body, exposing an even more wrinkled white top and the same recognizable pair of blue jeans. There was no denying that Ryuzaki was a very 'unique' boy.
"I'm hungry," Ryuzaki announced, scratching his mess of black hair as he guided Light into the kitchen, apathetic of whatever the other boy had planned to do that morning. To Ryuzaki, virtually anything paled in comparison to the prospect of eating.
"Are you ever not hungry?" Light retorted bitterly as he followed the other. He knew that Ryuzaki would often state his thoughts out loud, but this was getting somewhat ridiculous, it would be the equivalent of Light announcing every time he had to take a piss. Still, he remained silent after that, his point had been made clear.
As the two boys approached the table, they realized that there was already a lavish breakfast waiting for them, Watari having supplied the two with abundant amounts of donuts, croissants and other pastries to Ryuzaki's liking. Not to mention, there was also a pitcher filled with the warm and infamously sweet tea that Ryuzaki would often be seen drinking.
Now, it was pretty clear that Ryuzaki was overjoyed considering his perpetually emotionless face began to glow. However, in contrast to the other boy, Light simply sulked, hesitantly pulling a seat from beneath the table and settling himself in, staring at the sugary feast that lay before them. He failed to understand why Ryuzaki continued to become so ecstatic every time they had been greeted with plates upon plates of treats, considering that Watari would do this every morning. Events like this had become more than commonplace.
Regardless of however ordinary this event might have been, Ryuzaki eagerly dug into whatever he could get his scrawny hands on first, which happened to be a strawberry doughnut decorated with an unnatural amount of rainbow sprinkles, a few of these bright sugar pellets getting caught around the peripheral of his pale lips. Still, no matter how absorbed Ryuzaki was with devouring food, he still remained a detective, his observational skills so sharp that they missed absolutely nothing, including Light's refraining from partaking in the consumption of the exorbitant breakfast.
"Hm, is there a reason why you aren't eating?" Ryuzaki inquired curiously as he took a brief respite from stuffing his face, reaching for the pitcher so that he could fill his signature mug with the steaming sweet beverage. Light took a moment to respond, crossing his arms over his torso and focusing on random objects within the room, the two were seated too close together for him to feign not having heard the question.
"No, no reason in particular beyond trying to prevent myself from suffering cardiac arrest." he stated coolly, removing his arms from his chest and busying them with leaning onto the table, tapping his fingers rhythmically against its surface.
Ryuzaki smirked slightly, watching the warm tea fill his cup with bemusement, playing with the idea of having new material to pester Light with. He never took into account before that being an egocentric perfectionist probably carried into more fields beyond schoolwork and purging humanity from evil. How could have he have missed such an obvious quality of the handsome teen? Light Yagami was sensitive about his weight.
"Oh, I see." Ryuzaki controlled his expression before continuing, his voice monotone as he gripped his mug, "Well, I'm glad you're taking initiative in this," he took a sip casually, "because I was concerned that I would've had to confront you, " he put his mug down and reached for a croissant, taking a bite and punctuating his sentence with munching sounds, "and that would've been awkward."
Light's already large eyes widened, confused if he had just heard Ryuzaki correctly, was he calling him overweight? "He's purposefully trying to fuck around with me," he thought silently, "he's been playing mind games since we first were cuffed together."
Light then became nervous, instinctively placing his palm on his abdomen, feeling it curve as it was slightly more rounded and perhaps more bloated than usual. After all, he had adopted Ryuzaki's eating habits for the past couple of weeks and frankly, one couldn't expect a diet composed of only fats and sugars to do the body any good. No, no good at all.
He exhaled quietly, slightly frustrated as he recrossed his arms, deciding that if he was going to lose the weight he would have to be sneakier about it or else Ryuzaki would pester him throughout the entirety of the process. Not that sneaky was necessarily a hard thing for Light Yagami, in fact it was one of his strongest qualities, it just so happened that there was constant surveillance on him and a detective that was attached to him at the wrist, quite literally, making this feat reasonably difficult.
Alas, as much as Light was devious, he was that much more determined, proving that he stood a chance against what would be Ryuzaki's tireless attempts to make him squirm.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the prologue, expect another installment within a week, thank you.