A Death Note Halloween
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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male › L/Light
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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3,343
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1
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Chapter 2
Raito, Ryuuzaki, and Ryuk (Misa, Rem, task force, etc)©Death Note
Oscar Levant quotes©Oscar Levant
Lost Souls reference, quote about come and blood, and chars (Steve, Ghost, Zillah, and Nothing)© Poppy Z. Brite
Article About Boston© http://shrunklink.com/auhe
Ryuuzaki's Trick-or-Treat Route © http://shrunklink.com/auhd (though I'm not sure if it's businesses or houses there)
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Raito Yagami did not sulk. It was just not something he did. Especially because he was able to get his own way in nearly every situation. Thus he had no reason for such childish actions. Yet here he was, dressed in some ridiculous outfit that L seemed to think made him look like a shinigami and sitting on a plane headed for who knows where.
The brilliant detective was seated across from him, their rows were facing each other, and he was mumbling to himself whilst scribbling on a map, “If we start on Chauncy, then swing down Bedford and cut across to Otis, up to Arch and down Hawley and back up the other side, straight up Bromfield, over to Province, cut back down to Washington, up School, way around until we hit Bromfield again, past the Orpheum Theatre, down Summer, back to Washington, up and down Temple, up West and over Mason, down Avery and finish up back on Washington… that should enable us hit the optimum amount of houses and apartments.”
“I can’t believe you’re already mapping out the best course. You’re obsessed, Ryuuzaki! It’s just candy,” the teen hissed, trying not to be too annoyed. At the very least, true to his word, L was dressed in the Rem costume. Of course, having forgotten that Ryuuzaki was completely unaware of Ryuk’s appearance, Raito found himself left with the shinigami outfit that the detective had made up with his own imagination. It was not too horrible, and Raito could certainly see a death god looking similar to the costume. Despite this, the Yagami boy found himself completely displeased at being forced to wear such an extravagant outfit.
Ryuk had laughed so hard that he had actually fallen onto the floor. He saw no resemblance between shinigami and the ridiculous forced attire of the self-proclaimed god, Kira.
“You know quite well that this Halloween means far more to me than simply confections. Also, Raito~kun, you have promised me that you would refrain from whining on this venture.”
“I’m not whining,” Raito whined.
“Indeed.”
“Where are we going anyway?” he grumbled. L’s answer was simply to hand him an article. The teen’s eyes danced across the news printout. It read:
Boston Leads US in Halloween observance
The National Confectioners Association has made official what Yankees fans have know for years: Boston is a scary place. The candy promoters named Boston its first Trick-or-Treat Capital of the United States, a nod to the city’s early role in Halloween traditions and to the region’s large appetite for Halloween candy. It turns out that New Englanders buy nearly a quarter of all Halloween candy sold in the country, a statistic that won the hearts of the confectioners as they began to cast about for a trick-or-treating champion…
“You found the Halloween candy capital of the world?” Raito sighed, glancing up through his brown bangs at the older man.
“Would you expect any less from me, Yagami~kun?” he was still drawing on the map, biting on his free thumb, the paper balanced atop his knees.
Raito felt the corner of his lip rise into a smile as he laid the article aside. Ryuuzaki definitely had the potential to be almost endearing at times, “Never less from you, oh brilliant L. I expect nothing short of greatness.”
“Raito,” L’s eyes jumped up to lock on his, and there was a sharp glare in his gaze, “Refrain from calling me that in public.”
The teen blinked in silence, before shouting, “WE’RE ON A PRIVATE JET!!! Who the Hell do you think is going to hear us?!”
“The pilot, of course. Take the time to think occasionally, please, Yagami~kun.”
Raito gave a sound of frustration, before slumping back into his seat with his arms crossed, ignoring the chuckling death god that floated beside him.
Oscar Levant quotes©Oscar Levant
Lost Souls reference, quote about come and blood, and chars (Steve, Ghost, Zillah, and Nothing)© Poppy Z. Brite
Article About Boston© http://shrunklink.com/auhe
Ryuuzaki's Trick-or-Treat Route © http://shrunklink.com/auhd (though I'm not sure if it's businesses or houses there)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Raito Yagami did not sulk. It was just not something he did. Especially because he was able to get his own way in nearly every situation. Thus he had no reason for such childish actions. Yet here he was, dressed in some ridiculous outfit that L seemed to think made him look like a shinigami and sitting on a plane headed for who knows where.
The brilliant detective was seated across from him, their rows were facing each other, and he was mumbling to himself whilst scribbling on a map, “If we start on Chauncy, then swing down Bedford and cut across to Otis, up to Arch and down Hawley and back up the other side, straight up Bromfield, over to Province, cut back down to Washington, up School, way around until we hit Bromfield again, past the Orpheum Theatre, down Summer, back to Washington, up and down Temple, up West and over Mason, down Avery and finish up back on Washington… that should enable us hit the optimum amount of houses and apartments.”
“I can’t believe you’re already mapping out the best course. You’re obsessed, Ryuuzaki! It’s just candy,” the teen hissed, trying not to be too annoyed. At the very least, true to his word, L was dressed in the Rem costume. Of course, having forgotten that Ryuuzaki was completely unaware of Ryuk’s appearance, Raito found himself left with the shinigami outfit that the detective had made up with his own imagination. It was not too horrible, and Raito could certainly see a death god looking similar to the costume. Despite this, the Yagami boy found himself completely displeased at being forced to wear such an extravagant outfit.
Ryuk had laughed so hard that he had actually fallen onto the floor. He saw no resemblance between shinigami and the ridiculous forced attire of the self-proclaimed god, Kira.
“You know quite well that this Halloween means far more to me than simply confections. Also, Raito~kun, you have promised me that you would refrain from whining on this venture.”
“I’m not whining,” Raito whined.
“Indeed.”
“Where are we going anyway?” he grumbled. L’s answer was simply to hand him an article. The teen’s eyes danced across the news printout. It read:
Boston Leads US in Halloween observance
The National Confectioners Association has made official what Yankees fans have know for years: Boston is a scary place. The candy promoters named Boston its first Trick-or-Treat Capital of the United States, a nod to the city’s early role in Halloween traditions and to the region’s large appetite for Halloween candy. It turns out that New Englanders buy nearly a quarter of all Halloween candy sold in the country, a statistic that won the hearts of the confectioners as they began to cast about for a trick-or-treating champion…
“You found the Halloween candy capital of the world?” Raito sighed, glancing up through his brown bangs at the older man.
“Would you expect any less from me, Yagami~kun?” he was still drawing on the map, biting on his free thumb, the paper balanced atop his knees.
Raito felt the corner of his lip rise into a smile as he laid the article aside. Ryuuzaki definitely had the potential to be almost endearing at times, “Never less from you, oh brilliant L. I expect nothing short of greatness.”
“Raito,” L’s eyes jumped up to lock on his, and there was a sharp glare in his gaze, “Refrain from calling me that in public.”
The teen blinked in silence, before shouting, “WE’RE ON A PRIVATE JET!!! Who the Hell do you think is going to hear us?!”
“The pilot, of course. Take the time to think occasionally, please, Yagami~kun.”
Raito gave a sound of frustration, before slumping back into his seat with his arms crossed, ignoring the chuckling death god that floated beside him.