I'm going to put up all my collabs here, and cosplay pictures, since theO won't let me have more than 5 worlds...
- Created By EnteiWolf
AxI Collab - pt.1
"Stop that, Ryuuga," Light's voice sounds off in the background, "You're chewing exceptionally loud today."
"It's only human nature to enjoy sweet things, Yagami-kun."
"But all the time?"
"Your concern is almost as sweet as this shortcake."
Ide's ear twitches when Light snorts and the clicking of the keyboard resumes. It was normal day in the headquarters: Light and Ryuuzaki bickering back and forth in that intelligent way, Matsuda fetching everyone coffee (or cake, in Ryuuzaki's case), and Misa running in and out of the building.
"Is there anything I can do?" Matsuda chirps suddenly from beside Ide, "Anything at all?"
"Would you really like to help out, Matsuda?" Ryuuzaki asks.
"Yes, yes!"
"Then could you get me another piece of cake?"
" ... oh. Yeah."
"Ryuuga!" Light interjects, "You'll get crumbs all in the keys - can you not?"
"I believe we've been over this time and time again, Yagami-kun."
Ide listens as Light audibly takes in a deep breath and then the tic, tic of keys resumes. It's always the same. Ryuuzaki's admiration for all things of the sweet and sugary manner would conflict with Light's obsessive-compulsive tendencies and an argument would inevitably break out. Come to think of it, everything about Ryuuzaki countered the young graduate: his baggy clothes, the dark circles under his eyes, the way he propped himself in a chair, even the way he held his phone - which, even Ide had to admit, was kind of strange. Maybe that was why Light exploded in a calm fury over every little thing Ryuuzaki did. If he so much as gave a breath out of place, it was a problem.
They were complete opposites. It was to the point that the only way Ide saw to describe them was with fire and ice, cats and dogs, even a husband and wife. A rather silly image of Ryuuzaki in a suit - though still hunched over - walking into a house and greeting a lip-sticked, dress-and-apron clothed Light with a short kiss forms in Ide's head. It's weird, odd, but above all, hilarious. Ide covers his mouth with one hand to stifle the chuckle, but it slips through his fingers. A sleep-deprived Aizawa turns to look at him.
"Are 10 more murders funny to you, Ide?"
Ide quickly swallows the laugh, shaking his head, "No."
"Then what's so funny?"
"Nothing, nothing."
Aizawa's dark eyes glint with curiosity, "Ide. I've been awake for over two days - nothing is nothing."
Ide sneaks a glance behind him before he leans to his side, "Never mention this again. I just got the idea because I've also been awake for days on end and I've only had coffee to survive on, all right?"
The other detective rolls his eyes in a 'spit it out' way, "Ide."
" ... I was listening to Light and Ryuuzaki arguing over crumbs in the keyboard and thought that they fight like a husband and wife. For some forsaken reason, I imagined Ryuuzaki coming home to kiss an apron-wearing Light. Never mention this again."
A very eager Matsuda comes in at just that time. What he hears brings a small giggle to his lips. "You're right, Ide! They are exactly like a husband and wife! And we all know that Ryuuzaki would be wearing the pants in that household," he finishes with a wink before turning to the one who had asked him to bring cake. He still has a big grin on his face as he sets the cake down in front of Ryuuzaki.
"Why in such a good mood, Matsuda?" Ryuuzaki asks curiously, noticing the smile on the other's face.
"Oh, it's nothing," he replies, turning and winking at Ide again.
Ryuuzaki also notices this, but ignores it, thinking of it as nothing but a joke between Task Force members. Turning to the fresh cake in front of him, he immediately goes to work. From the corners of his eye, he notices that Matsuda was still there, staring from him to Light and back again. "What is it, Matsuda?"
Matsuda quickly shakes his head, a red color creeping up to his cheeks. He quickly walks away - more like shuffles - to rejoin Ide and Aizawa.
"Did I miss anything?" he says in a low, eager whisper as he sits across from Ide. He is a little jumpy from the excitement of the conversation. Why he is so happy, he doesn't know.
Aizawa growls under his breath, "You've been awake too long, Ide. Go take a nap. Humph, we're dealing with a serial killer and you're having fantasies about the most dysfunctional family. You're becoming a bigger idiot than damn Matsuda over here, jeez."
" ... I thought it was pretty funny ..." Matsuda interjects, but closes his mouth when the older officer glares at him.
"This is not a funny time, Matsuda. Just keep your mind on Kira, why don't you?"
Ide watches silently as Matsuda turns and leaves, sad and disappointed like a puppy with its tail between its legs, before saying softly, "You don't have to be rude, Aizawa. It was just a joke."
"A joke? Ide, we've been stuck in this place, awake for who knows how long - do you really expect me to find some shit like that funny?"
"I was just saying, Aizawa."
"Whatever."
The gruff man turns back to his computer screen. His eyes focus in on Kira statistics, but his mind wonders to just what's being put into Ide's coffee. It must be strong, very strong.
-
Later that night, Aizawa sits lazily on the couch in his room. It's an insane hour in the morning, he's sure, and the chief has commanded them all to go to sleep. Not that anyone can sleep; Kira's out there ... he's out there and he's still killing. Just picking lives and removing souls from the surface of the Earth. Aizawa closes his eyes, furious from just thinking about it. Sleep is not coming to him easily. How can one possibly sleep when Kira's out there?
"... ugh."
The man stands up from the couch. He yawns and stretches, shaking off the feeling that if he just sits back down he'll go to sleep. He knows better than that. With a dry mouth, Aizawa shuffles out of his door and into the hallway. There's voices talking, or arguing, as it sounds.
"... unorganized - !"
"... rude - !"
Aizawa snorts; it's Light. He's probably yelling at Ryuuzaki for being a hunchback slob.
Inside the room, Light is very close to throwing a book at Ryuuzaki's slumped form. The black-haired teen stands as far away from the brunette as possible, one hand holding a small plate covered in frosting. On the floor at his feet is the piece of cake that had slipped off the plate and met the floor with a splat. It had irritated Light when he hadn't picked it up. Which brought up the entire argument on his disorganization.
"But, Yagami-kun, my dropping the cake has nothing to do with how I am organized," he says calmly, looking up at Light through thick lashes and dark bangs that came down over his eyes.
This seems to calm Light down, who lowers the book in his hand and lays it on the table. Collapsing back onto the couch, a yawn escapes his lips. "Just make sure it never happens again, got it, Ryuuga?" He is tired, and very much ready to get rid of this detective. He is Kira, and being stuck to the person intent on capturing him is unnerving.
It is silent for some time before Ryuuzaki finally leans down and picks the piece of cake up off of the white carpet. Looking at it surveyingly, he decides it's clean enough to eat and raises it to his mouth.
"You aren't seriously going to eat that are you?"
"Why? Did you want some Yagami-kun?" He holds out the piece to the brunette on the couch, who instantly raises his hands, palms outward, and shakes his head quickly.
"No no no. All of those sweets are going to make you sick someday, Ryuuga. I hope you know that."
"I do." Ryuuzaki plops the piece of cake into his mouth and swallows it nearly whole. Then, he sits down on the white couch next to Light. It makes him a bit uncomfortable around this man. Not because he is the chief's son, but because this was who he believes -over ninety percent- is Kira.
"Then why do you eat it?" Light mutters gently; he'll never understand the other man.
"It's a personal choice, Yagami-kun. Just as you are dedicated to justice - sometimes to a questionable degree - I am dedicated to the sugary sweetness."
Light's body tenses at the Kira-innuendo and coughs gently, "Of course, Ryuuga."
"97.6%."
"Go to bed."
