CHAPTER 6: The Game

Light was incredibly cute with his little attempt to cause jealousy. Ryuk could barely keep himself from smiling and commenting on it, but it was more fun to let Light play his game. Light must have put a lot of thought and effort into it, so it would be cruel to crush it, to spoil Light's fun by admitting he knew exactly what was going on.

Ryuk only had a small bit of resentment for Shiho, and that was just because he'd have to spend a long time without any whispered conversations with Light.

The date was almost as boring as Light's classes, when Ryuk had to spend his time doing jumping jacks on the ceiling or looking at cellphone screens to see the gossip that students were texting back and forth to each other, or popping into nearby rooms to check if there were anything interesting going on (usually not, though sometimes Ryuk could find a television to watch, and once he'd seen a female student and a much older teacher copulating in a closet).

After the ice-skating and restaurant meal, at what seemed like the end of the date, Ryuk was surprised to see a limo show up. How could Light afford a limo? But, then, Light's family seemed to be pretty well-off financially and Light almost never bought anything, so he probably had plenty of money saved up. Knowing Light, this was probably just a small portion of his total savings.

Light climbed into the limo but didn't touch the girl. He simply sat there with a knowing little smirk on his face, the kind of smirk so subtle that you had to be familiar with Light's moods to detect it.

Ryuk didn't want to fly behind the car or cling to the outside of the roof. He had a feeling the real show was about to begin. He twisted himself into an odd position so that he could have his head and shoulders in the back part of the limo, thrust just through the dividing wall. His hands were hooked into the roof to steady his position, while his upper torso overlapped with the limo driver, his lower torso was slung across the front seat, and, after a sharp bend, his legs and feet were tangled up with the motor.

It only took a few points of corporality to anchor his position, in his claws and the tips of his boots, and the rest could remain incorporeal so there would be no danger of Shiho or the limo driver accidentally feeling his invisible self.

Light said nothing at first, until Ryuk began to get anxious. Where was the show? It took a little bit of concentration to remain stuck to a moving object with the right parts corporeal and the right parts incorporeal. It had better be worth the effort.

Finally (and Ryuk had to think this had been Light's plan all along), Shiho snuck out a hand and placed it on Light's knee, as if she were shy, as if she hadn't been playing footsie with him and making excuses to touch his hand throughout much of the date earlier.

Humans really were cute, the way they danced around the truth instead of outright saying what they wanted.

Light's smirk flickered almost into a real smile before disappearing altogether.

Shiho leaned her head onto his shoulder and said, "It's a cold night, isn't it? I can hardly believe it's almost New Year's. It seems as if autumn went by more quickly than ever before."

Light replied, "I know what you mean. We'll be college students soon. This date made me remember the good times, before there was this much studying, before cram school became so serious. Four guys in my cram classes dropped out after the results of the practice exams, and there's a rumor that they couldn't take the pressure and became complete recluses, became hikikomori."

Shiho said, "That's incredibly sad if it's true."

She snuggled closer to his side and her hand crept up his leg a little.

She said, "Do you mind, Light? I'm still cold from the blast of freezing air that hit us on the way out of the restaurant. It's stupid of me to wear a skirt this short in December, I know."

Light replied, "Do you want me to take off my jacket and spread it across your legs?"

Shiho smiled and said, "If it's not too much trouble."

Light grinned back at her as he shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over her thighs, touching her lap in several places during the process, as if by accident, making her shiver.

Something in Light's face looked as if he were having second thoughts, as if his heart wasn't in it. It was a subtle expression, though, and Ryuk wasn't quite sure he'd interpreted it correctly. Perhaps it was just boredom.

In a dreamy voice, Shiho said, "I don't want this date to end, but there isn't really any place I want to go. You say the limo is rented for an hour?"

Light checked his watch and said, "Forty-eight minutes now."

It's only been twelve minutes? What a boring show. Why can't humans just say 'Let's fuck' and get things started?

"Light," Shiho said, "I can't take you home. My sisters are incredibly nosy."

"It's perfect right here," Light replied.

There were definite movements under Light's jacket. One of Light's hands had somehow crept under it, out of sight, and in response Shiho gasped and started to move her hand higher on Light's thigh, finger-walking over the material of his trousers.

And then they started murmuring sweet nothings to each other as their hands worked in each other's laps and Shiho started panting, her face bright pink, her eyes shining.

If it gets any more sugary I'm going to puke from an overdose.

Light had a smile on his face but otherwise his expression seemed bored. He didn't even get an erection until Shiho's wandering hand began to knead at his crotch.

Ryuk wondered if Shiho could see Light's expression as well as a shinigami could, or if it were hidden in the semi-darkness. The overheard lamp was not on, so the only illumination came indirectly from streetlights, a kind of pulsing rhythm as the limo continued past them. Light and his date were in the center, where the shadows were thickest.

Perhaps Light doesn't manipulate his expression as much when he's unlikely to get caught, or maybe I just know him a lot better than this girl. I doubt everyone can read Light's face as well as me, since I've spent a few solid months following him around, seeing all his private moments.

With a whimper, Shiho suddenly pulled Light as if to get him on top of her. Light resisted or pretended to resist at first, but then he straddled her, kissing her forehead with slow kisses, mumbling, "I don't know if we should."

Trying to make her beg, or drawing it out to see how I'll react? Well, I'm tired of watching the foreplay and I'd really like to tell him just what I think.

One of Shiho's hands fumbled at her purse, slipping inside and pulling out a condom.

Ryuk used that time to transform to his Light-based nearly-human shape, twisting forward at the same time, molding his body to Light's back. He wrapped his arms around Light, phasing his hands through the clothing to directly stroke Light's chest, belly, hips and thighs with teasing, gentle caresses.

Ryuk breathed in Light's ear, "You know, Light, we could have a threesome of the kind where we take turns with her. If you take Shiho to someplace nice and dark, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between us, and she wouldn't be able to tell that I'm invisible."

Light stiffened.

Shiho said, "Light, what's wrong?"

Ryuk said, "Or, if you want, you could fuck her, while I give you a little something extra. I'll do whatever you want, in complete secrecy."

Ryuk reached right through Light's underwear and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. In response, they drew up more tightly to Light's body and Light's shoulders quivered in the slightest, a shiver Ryuk was mostly convinced had to be involuntary. The great Light Yagami was succumbing to his own impulses, the same as any human.

Light, the criminal who thought he was a god, who thought he was above it all. It really was the highest quality entertainment. Ryuk's boredom was quickly dissolving, and he had trouble believing he'd been quite so anxious during Light's build up to Shiho's seduction. It was worth enduring a pointless date and some slow foreplay to get to this point.

He's so young and so human! He doesn't have the slightest idea of what would actually make me jealous, and his attempts are amusing.

Light said, "It's just that I'm thinking. I don't want you to call me up tomorrow and say it had all been a mistake, or for you to expect that I'll take time away from schoolwork for more dates. This is for your benefit that I'm thinking this through."

Shiho said, "Oh, Light! I don't want you to think that. I'm really having a lot of fun."

Her hands tangled in Light's hair, trying to pull his head down for a kiss on her straining lips. The condom package was being pressed into Light's hand.

Ryuk's mind was already racing, as part of the usual side effect of being in a body based on Light's form. Even while focusing on Light's perfect male body that was as exposed to Ryuk's hands as if it were naked, a realization had forced itself through the lust. The bus hijacking hadn't been only about getting Raye Penber's name.

There had been no need to risk dropping a piece of the death note to make that junkie hallucinate. Light could have simply written a random hallucination and it would have happened. Light had run enough tests to know how far the death note's power worked.

No, Light had been testing two things. Testing that touching the death note really did cause humans to see the shinigami attached to that death note, and testing to see whether the claim of being invulnerable to bullets were true. That second one was a test with built-in plausible deniability. Ryuk knew that if he'd been lying about whether he could be physically hurt, then any resulting injury would have seemed like a complete accident.

Light had wanted to test if it really were possible to kill a shinigami with bullets, while keeping himself in a position of perfect safety. Ryuk felt a jolt of pride at the thought of just how ambitious Light was, to already be trying to figure out how to kill a shinigami.

Humans are so interesting!

Ryuk reached carefully between Light's body and Shiho's body, avoiding her arcing movements up against Light, and began to teasingly jerk off Light, slowly and gently, probably not enough to allow him an orgasm but perfect for causing greater arousal.

Ryuk was rewarded with another almost-imperceptible shiver and a very tiny sound that escaped Light's lips, low and erotic. Light was suddenly trying to back up, to dismount, but Ryuk pressed hard into Light's back, forcing him down onto Shiho, just to see how he'd react.

Light said, "Ah!" and Ryuk could hear the frustration in it, the arrogant tone.

Ryuk knew that Light would take it out on him later. Light had no fear of chastising a shinigami. It was incredibly thrilling.

Light kissed Shiho on the lips a few times before grabbing her wrists and pulling her wandering hands away from his body, pinning them against the seat.

In a halting, hesitating tone, Light said, "Shiho, I think this is going too fast. I won't be able to be a steady boyfriend for you, and it's best not to make hormone-addled decisions like this."

Shiho said, "Light!"

Light made another attempt to dismount, and this time Ryuk let him, going incorporeal except for a few fingertips to hook into the roof and keep his place.

As Light settled back down into his seat, Ryuk received a withering glare that would certainly strike fear into the heart of any lesser creature than a shinigami. To Ryuk, it merely warmed him to see such defiance sparkling in Light's eyes.

Ryuk turned back to his normal form and grinned at Light, as Light and Shiho started an argument where Light continually kept the upper hand, putting Shiho in her place and flattering her while at the same time giving the impression that his wishes were better than hers, a superior way of dealing with the situation.

She wasn't really angry, and yet every method she used was turned back on her by Light, leaving her fumbling for words, apologizing and temporarily frustrated each time she brought up a new point, before he soothed her expertly. By the time he was done with her, she seemed to think they hadn't really disagreed at all.

Before Shiho was dropped off at her house, they kissed one last time and promised to date at some unspecified future time, when Light was ready to try again, and the last Ryuk saw of her she had a sappy smile plastered across her face.

Then Light pressed the button for communicating with the driver and gave directions to a bus station near his house.

There was something about the way Light's lips were pressed together, his eyes narrowed, his gaze commanding. Though Light had no erection, Ryuk was almost completely certain that Light was worked up sexually.

In almost a monotone, Light said, "Ryuk, your deal is still good, isn't it?"

"What? The eye deal? Don't tell me you've decided to play it easy from now on."

"No, I mean entertaining each other. As long as it doesn't affect the case, we'll do anything that relieves each other's boredom, won't we, Ryuk?"

"Of course. And, unlike your friends, I won't gossip around school."

"It's a perfect set up. If I didn't make use of these opportunities, it would be wasteful."

Do humans always have to convince themselves they're doing the right thing? What would it be like, to live that way? Well, it doesn't work, since plenty of them do the wrong things anyway. I suppose it's just a habit that settles their minds, but it seems pointless.

Light pulled his cellphone out of his coat pocket and turned it on.

"There's a message from my father."

With a few flicks of the cellphone's buttons, it displayed on the screen:

There will be an important family meeting tonight. No need to cut your date short, but please don't be too late.

Light said, "Huh, I wonder what that's about? My father might be feeling the pressure of everything that has happened lately, and he feels obligated to share some decision with the rest of us. I'm sure he is being kept very busy, with all the FBI agents dying yesterday and my message to L finally complete."

"What did you send to L?"

A small smile flickered on Light's lips, and he said, "L, do you know, gods of death love apples?"

If L ever gets close, this could restrict my supply of apples.

Ryuk said, "Are you sure that isn't too much information for L?"

"It wouldn't make any sense to him unless he becomes able to observe you, and if L can do that, then I've already lost. No, this is just to confuse L, to play with him. From his perspective, it will always be an absolutely meaningless message, but I'm sure he'll waste plenty of time on it, unaware of the real trap."

Light eyes were lit up with excitement, his voice charged with energy, his arm rising.

He clenched his raised hand into a fist and said, "Ryuk, this is the beginning of the end for L. I've left more than enough confusion on my trail with all those experiments I've been performing, more than enough to keep him from making any progress. Meanwhile, the distrust will grow. I wish I could see what all the NPA workers under L are saying. They can't trust him, when he spies on them and lets his other employees get killed by Kira, so they will uncover L's identity. Then I'll just hack those files from my father's computer. L will be dead before he has a chance of narrowing down his list of suspects. I almost wish it weren't so easy. It would be nice to play with L a little longer."

They exchanged a knowing glance. With anyone else, it would have been a glance of giddy camaraderie, but with Light, it was a subdued sense of shared purpose, or perhaps a sense of Light liking to have an audience. Light did everything in either a very big way or a very small way. That was why he was so special, so different from the masses of humanity. They could be interesting, but Light was an unusual specimen even among humans. He had a sense of the dramatic that really belonged on a stage. If he hadn't found his calling as Kira, perhaps he would have eventually found his place in life, hamming it up for plays or movies.

It was only a short while later that the limo dropped them off at the bus station.

Exiting the car, Light glanced in his usual mannerism to see that bystanders were at a proper distance and whispered, "Yes, we have just enough time. Ryuk, your normal form is one of the least sexually attractive things I've ever seen."

He quickly added, "No offense."

Ryuk replied, "None taken."

Light said, "Get rid of it."

Ryuk floated along behind Light, scanning the area in disbelief.

It would be easier just to return to Light's bedroom, and it's only a short trip. Is this his fetish? To get fucked in public and somehow conceal it? Well, he does seem to like the thrill of risking that L might find him, so maybe public sex is his thing too.

"We're doing it here? But there are so many humans around, won't they see?"

Light continued moving and whispered, "It's simple. We'll just go into a stall in the bathroom. Since you're invisible and inaudible, we're not going to get caught."

Almost shivering from the sheer audacity of it all, Ryuk began transforming, swooping after Light as Light approached the door to the men's room.

And to think, this guy had the balls to try to kill a shinigami. I've never imagined I would find such arrogance!

Yes, Light wasn't like any other human that Ryuk had encountered. He simply had to keep watching, to see what Light would do next.

A/N (Author's Note):

I hope you forgive me for the long wait between chapters, but since I finally got to the point where I have only two ongoing fanfics (this one and "The Other Plan"), I think I'll be able to update this one more frequently from now on. Thanks for your patience!

I'm stopping here because I'm switching viewpoints again. The next chapter's sexytimes is in Light's viewpoint.

I also wanted to mention that I've found a really good fanfic with the Light and Ryuk pairing (though this one is RyukxLight instead of LightxRyuk, and it has Ryuk in his regular form, though Light semi-transforms in it). It is called "The Shinigami Wing Deal" by plannedbyReaperLight and is very plotty, humorous, gets updated a lot more often than mine, and gets right to the point instead of being all interior-monologue-y like mine. A much different style, and it suits that fic well.