"Don't mistreat people on your way up because they're the ones you run into on your way back down."

The Fruitier Quirks - Okay, so I found this sextastic fanfiction. It's not mine. Nuff' said, and enjoy.

Light shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The clock ticked on like a steady metronome. Leaves rustled outside the window. There was a rhythmic key-tapping going on at a laptop.

Light grimaced, then squirmed.

He glanced furtively from his book to the side, where Ryuuzaki sat tapping idly away at a laptop, staring unblinkingly at the 2-D Pacman that went zooming across the screen.

Another tap and Ryuuzaki sighed.

“Oh, I died.”

Light clenched his fist and set down his book.

I wish.

“Ryuuzaki…” he finally spoke.

“Yes, Yagami-kun?”

Purposely, Light reached up to scratch his head so the chain connecting their handcuffs rattled, managing to gain the neurotic detective’s attention.

He imagined the enormous lump in his throat to be his dignity when he swallowed, hard, forcing it down.

“I need to use the washroom.”

“Oh? All right,” Ryuuzaki said, scrambling out of his chair and standing. Light followed suit and they both stood, looking at each other before heading towards the washroom.

It had been only a day since they’d been handcuffed together and Light was finding the prospect of strangling Ryuuzaki with the chain more and more appealing by the second. They stopped outside the washroom door, and Ryuuzaki looked at him expectantly, face blank.

“Take off your pants.”

Light stared at him.

“Excuse me?”

“You know, I have to check for any suspicious oddities you may have on your person,” Ryuuzaki remarked, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Light twitched.

“I refuse.”

“Please, Yagami-kun. We’re both mature people. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Don’t patronize me. I refuse to do it because there’s no need. I don’t have anything to hide.”

“Will you at least allow me to check your pockets, then?”

“…fine.”

Light stood, arms outstretched and face blank as Ryuuzaki patted him down, fingers pressing against his sides and a little too close to his crotch for comfort. Light gritted his teeth, almost jumping when his hand brushed over the pockets on his behind.

“Okay, go on then. If you take more than 4 minutes and 33 seconds, I will have to intrude.”

Oh yes, wrapping the chain around that skinny neck and jerking hard would be great—

“Thank you,” Light gritted out, then strode into the washroom, closing the door and cursing inwardly as it bounced off the chain. He shut it as best he could and carried out his business.

He took comfort in the thought that if he, Light Yagami, failed to kill the prodigious L, then a fatal case of premature diabetes would.

But seriously, Light thought, washing his hands. Judging from his behaviour, there were only two possibilities concerning Ryuuzaki’s sexuality.

That he had none, or that he was a repressed, flaming homosexual. And judging from the way his hand lingered a little too long on Light’s behind, the latter sounded more likely.

As such, things get worse before they get better, and so it all went downhill from there.

When Ryuuzaki wasn’t watching him with that bug-eyed stare of his, he was either downing cup after cup of coffee, rocking back and forth on his haunches, biting his thumb into a pulp, chewing, chewing, chewing those goddamn donuts, tapping at the laptop, being enthralled with Pacman, scribbling notes on scattered sheets of paper, scratching at his unruly mop of hair, scratching at his neck, hiccupping, smiling faintly and periodically at nothing, muttering what sounded like snatches of a foreign national anthem, tapping his fingernails, clicking pens, throwing scrunched papers at the waste bin and missing unabashedly, jerking randomly on the chain, breathing down Light’s neck, and humming lullabies whenever either of them yawned.

Light was not one to worry needlessly. But the young detective’s behaviour was starting to make him increasingly paranoid.

It pained, having to be followed everywhere; to the washroom, to the kitchen, to the balcony and to the living room. The chain rattled as a constant reminder of Ryuuzaki’s presence when his soft, hitched breathing didn’t.

But the worst, Light noticed, was how many times he had to follow Ryuuzaki to the washroom.

The sheer amount of caffeine he consumed forced beverages out of him within fifteen minutes, so most of the first two days involved standing outside the washroom door as Ryuuzaki used it.

Any attempt to dissuade him from drinking coffee was met with a blank, if not slightly homicidal look.

And the entire time, the suspicion that Ryuuzaki was a homosexual grew ever stronger.

Night fell. Light yawned, failing to stifle the sound as Ryuuzaki’s head snapped up from his scattered papers, a slight, faint smile adorning his features.

The smile, combined with his wide, dilated-pupil-eyed stare made him look all the more…creepy.

“Yagami-kun needs sleep.”

“I’m fine, I can stay up for a few more hours.”

“No, no, no, no,” Ryuuzaki scooted off his chair, nibbling on pocky sticks as he knelt next to where Light sat on the bed, peering closely into his face.

“Your eyes are bloodshot,” Ryuuzaki pointed out, nearly taking out Light’s eye when he pointed one jerky finger at it.

“Ryuuzaki…” Light forgot his aggravation for a moment, brow furrowing. “I think you should cut back on the sugar and caffeine. I can see you’re experiencing strong tremors.”

Ryuuzaki stared at him, and Light felt himself break out in a cold sweat.

“Sleep, Yagami-kun.”

Light gave up.

Moving to lie back on the bed, he paused, raising his eyes to Ryuuzaki. The wired detective had scrambled back onto his chair and sat there, nibbling on his pocky and watching him.

Sighing, Light rolled onto his side and did his best to ignore his unwanted companion. Thoughts of being molested in his sleep crossed his mind and he furtively chanced glances over his shoulder, lowering his head again when he met with Ryuuzaki’s small, creepy smile.

“Shall I sing Yagami-kun a lullaby? Watari sings to me when I’m restless.”

Light grimaced, staring determinedly at the wall.

“No, thank you.”

Sleep claimed him sometime during the night, fitful and troubled as he tossed and turned, sweating as dreamlike Ryuuzaki’s appeared before him, singing lullabies and venturing a little too close for comfort.

When he literally felt a hand cup the firm curve of his buttocks, Light woke, sitting up with a gasp, wide, panicked eyes focusing on the dark ceiling before whipping to where he’d seen Ryuuzaki last.

A digital clock caught his eye, glowing red in the dark and displaying the time.

3:54 AM.

His eyes adjusted to the dark, then moved left.

Cursing, he jerked back when his gaze met with Ryuuzaki still sitting in his chair, still staring at him, motionless and silent with his eyes wide open.

Had he been staring at him all night?

Light shuddered, then cleared his throat, voice croaky.

“Ryuuzaki…?”

There was no answer.

Blinking blearily, Light cautiously leaned closer, muttering his name again.

Ryuuzaki just stared at him.

Light was perplexed.

Was he dead?

Leaning even closer, Light peered into his eyes, noticing how they were a tad more glazed than normal. Biting his lower lip, he slowly raised a hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

No response. Not even a blink.

Oh, hell no.

Light carefully moved back to the bed in disbelief.

He was asleep. With his eyes open.

Light had never seen a creepier thing in his life. Needless to say, he didn’t sleep the rest of the night.

It was the next day when things finally came to a head.

Up until now, Light had been able to tolerate (to the best of his ability) Ryuuzaki accompanying him everywhere.

But it had been three days. And Light was a very hygienic individual.

He needed a shower, badly. Running a hand through his greasy hair, he grimaced, looking over at Ryuuzaki, who’d been wearing the same set of pajamas without changing for three days straight.

The sheer amount of caffeine in his system must have scared off the bacteria, because he looked and smelled relatively clean.

But still, it was the principle of the matter. Not showering for three days was disgusting, whether you smelled or not.

It took him two hours to rehearse what he was going to say and he finally came out with it the forty-sixth time Ryuuzaki lost at Pacman.

“Ryuuzaki,” he began, carefully neutral. “I have an issue I need to discuss with you.”

“Yes?” the detective peered at him through a kaleidoscope, tilting his head from side to side.

“I can understand how you must keep an eye on me during this time and monitor my every movement. But surely, you must know the importance of respecting my and others’ needs for privacy at some point or another. If I were in your place, I would grant you at least some time for repose and grooming alone”—

“Yagami-kun,” he interrupted.

“Yes?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I need a shower, Ryuuzaki. And I want you take these handcuffs off for at least fifteen minutes so I can take one.”

“Impossible,” he responded calmly, turning the kaleidoscope and watching diamonds of red and purple go cascading over his field of vision. “I cannot.”

“You can check my pockets and the shower, if you have to,” Light said exasperatedly.

Slowly, he lowered the kaleidoscope, squinting at him.

“There are more inconspicuous places one can hide a sealed, plastic-wrapped strip of paper.”

Light stared at him for a moment, uncomprehending.

Then it dawned on him.

“You think I would do something like that? Up there? Are you crazy?”

“I’m not saying you can’t shower,” Ryuuzaki said blandly, biting his thumb. “I’m saying I will just have to accompany you.”

Light mouthed wordlessly.

“Besides, I also need a shower. And it will be easier on us both if we bathe together. If you are uncomfortable with that, then I will have to sit by and watch you bathe.”

The blood left Light’s face.

“Yagami-kun, you look ill.”

“Ryuuzaki…can I ask you a question? And answer me honestly,” Light said, voice trembling with recklessness.

“Yes, Yagami-kun?” he prompted politely.

“Are you gay?”

He blinked, then stared. Ever so slowly, his thumb lowered from between his teeth, hand coming to rest on his knee.

The clock took on its role of the metronome.

He leaned closer, inclining his head forward and tilting his chin up to stare Light directly in the face.

Those wide, dark eyes stared complacently, reflecting the wariness and innocence of a doe.

“Yagami-kun,” he finally spoke, tone mild.

Light looked apprehensive.

“Yes?”

There it was again, that faint, barely-there smile as he lifted the kaleidoscope, peering at him through a cascade of rainbows.

“The only white liquids I’m intimately familiar with are milk and Maalox.”





-standing ovation-

Got my shoes back! 8D

I was moaning to Michelle about the incident, and then suddenly,

"OH MY GOSH MS CHIU." Michelle was up in a instant, and we both chased her. So I got the key. And my shoes. Woot! 8D

We went to Yong-En center too. I hope I can grow old gracefully, like them =D And I got Bambi...

Damn, how am I going to tell Kitty. Aiyah.

OK. Maybe you didn't know I was doing that.
Maybe you didn't know, it's not your fault. But for crying out loud, you would've been a great person had you not done that in plain view of me. Act like it's so 'cool' some more.


The typical female timeline: Angels, bitches, reformation, maturity, death.

=3

Put your faith in what you must believe in.

Two worlds, one family lalalala~ Catchy =)

Ohmigosh I should be STUDYING for my Chinese book review which is coming up in a few weeks omgomgomg.

Well at least I know what book I'm going to review. Mulan xD Simple and easy. Or maybe not. Anything Chinese isn't easy. And the BITCH of a teacher doesn't help. bitchbitch.

"Um...Lin Lao Shi, I lost my workshe-"

"Get out of my sight you worthless cretin."

No, she didn't say that, but the wave of her hand certainly meant it. Blah you ): < Also, I told Phyllis about the Mind Games fanfiction today. Recommended it.
"Uh...I must warn you, it's...It's got slash."
"Uhhuh."
"Do you even know what slash is?"
"Yea I do." I bet she doesn't. Pah. Let her read it and she'll puke :D


Oh. And today Michelle and Jamie had a row. I met Michelle today, and she was all like, "Jamie was so mean to me yesterday. I wanted to go and tell you something but she was all, 'nobody wants to hear what you think'. So angry loh!"
Aiyohhhh. ): And then Jamie somemore is so "What's wrong with her? Wahlau did someone ruffle her feathers?"
That Jamie can punch someone in the face and then not realize he started crying. In the end though, it's all OK. Forgiven <3.



Also Jamie was really sentimental. Makes me not want to leave Singapore, I'd hate to see Michelle so what.
...Which is odd...That I haven't told my CLOSEST friends the news.


In fact, here is the order of the people who know: Gerald Tay Phyllis Lim and Jamie Loo.


Umm...I might be missing out a few others. But that's the general thingummy.


People I would dread to tell:

Claire. Firstly, because although she is a superbitch, she is also a source of entertainment and let's just say I like having her around.


Michelle. All those years spent together makes it alot harder to break away. It's like trying to remove ultra superglue.





Oh damn... ...Oh damn. Oh what the fuck is wrong with me. What the fuckfuckfuckfuck...)x But for now, music is my solace, my rhapsody... Music is my boyfriend.
♫ I've given up
I'm sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say
Take this all away
I'm suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me! I've given up
♫ Linkin Park - Given Up

Oh...And Michelle? Thanks for writing that in your diary entry...I mean it...Thank you...I feel so...Honored.

my world seems to revolve around drawing now.

After reading mind games I think my mind has gone a bit...Well...Brainwashed. And today's surprise Maths test did not help.

Arrgh. So tough ): < I guessed half the questions LOL. Couldn't be bothered. After all, it was a competition, not a test. LOL.

OMG.

I think I just found the best Slash RaitoxL Lemon ever! 8DD

And I just had a fantastic few hours yesterday. I found myself lying luxuriously on the couch, and thinking, of all things,


"I could die perfectly happy right now. Perfectly contented."


And maybe that would've been better because just later mom came and bitched to me again xD LOL.
Oh well. I shall ask mom gimme more computer time 8D

Oh - and as for YOU, yes, you have a point. I'll try. Thank you very much for the encouragement :) That's my most sincere emoticon-smile. Feel glad.

my father can be such a woman sometimes...


He walked in, stared at me for a while until I got fed up. "Dad. Why are you watching me playing the computer?"

" Oei! You're supposed to be eating what, why you up here leh." EXCUSE ME NOBODY ASKED ME TO EAT.

Example no. 2.

"Want a drink?"

"Huh?"

"Want some Milo?"

"Uh...No thanks."

"No seriously you don't want Milo?"

"Uh no!"

Then my dad gets all pissed off. EXCUSE ME IF YOU WANTED YOUR DAUGHTER TO DRINK SOMETHING YOU ASK HER TO. NOT ASK IF SHE WANTS TO DAMNIT.

Anyway. I went to the funfair, came back with almost nothing. Hard to believe I spent $100 there...

And my Tuba stand gave way through Monmouth Overture, had to hold the damn instrument on my lap omg so painful D:

The funfair's coming up, and so is youth day.

I'm looking forward to it, people. Put on a good show, it's been a while since I've been to a carnival after all. I'm hoping to have a good time =)

Other than that, I suppose all's well.

About Gabriel's shirt. When I asked him what his mom said, he said "Nothing." With that nonchalant attitude only boys can achieve. I really didn't want to press but I needed to know what happened. Still, Mrs Habeeb hasn't come after me so I suppose I'm home-free...?

oh SHIT...

I tore a boy's shirt D: D: D: D:

I got locked out of my blooooody house.

My good lord was I SCARED.

D: I was equally pissed and relived when mum came back. I was like, " WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME AHHH. "
But anyway enough about that. Because something awesome has just happened.

I HAD AN ACTUAL FUNNY CONVERSATION WITH OLIVER.

Haha, another milestone reached! w00t me!

Oh well, so much for claiming that I don't like him. But still. It's quite impossible not to like him, haha 8D

So phyllis was like, helping him with his Chinese. "Aiyoh!" I said. "This goes against all your moral ethics. I'm so ashamed tsktsktsk." Oliver laughed.
Then, dropping my voice down to a loud whisper, I said, " Hey Phyllis can write this down somewhere later I copy"
Oliver replied, "Eh how about your moral ethics leh?"

I rolled my eyes. "Sonny boy, I had NONE to begin with." Then I smirked.

bahaha.

Still.

Some things freak me owwt.