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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Death_Note
  Relationship:
      Fem!Light/L, L/Yagami_Light
  Character:
      Yagami_Light, Amane_Misa, Mikami_Teru, L_(Death_Note), Fem!Light,
      Male!Misa
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, Mystery, Alternate_Universe_-_Gender_Changes, Alternate
      Universe, First_Time, First_Kiss, First_Meetings, Slight_OOC, Alternate
      Universe_-_Light_Is_Not_Kira, Genderbending, Sexual_Content, Explicit
      Sexual_Content, Explicit_Consent
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Spider's_Web
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-30 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 6865
****** It's Different For Girls ******
by MoonSword1994
Summary
     Light Yagami makes a fateful decision one night when she agrees to go
     to a party that will involve her in the biggest mystery of the
     century with the equally mysterious Ryuzaki at the center of it all.
Notes
     This is a request fic for Shiranai Atsune on FF.net. First time
     writing genderbent characters, so sorry if it isn't great. First
     chapter NSFW. Enjoy!
***** College Parties are Overrated *****
The bass thundered and the lyrics of the loud song shook the house, many people
around her were dancing but she could not be bothered to partake. Light only
agreed to come to this party because her friends had insisted on it, not
because she really wanted to, if it were up to her she would be at home asleep
by now; sleeping in late Sunday morning would not do her any favors on Monday.
She looked over and saw most of her friends surrounded by several
stereotypically attractive college boys, this had apparently been the big draw
for them, the fact this was a college party and they were some of the few high
school students invited. Her friend Amane, who was a senior, was friends with a
number of people here tonight and had managed to convince them that his high
school friends would be fun. Light rolled her eyes, there was nothing fun about
avoiding spiked drinks and overly touchy college boys who were trying to get
her to 'loosen up a little.'
'I should have just said no,' she thought as she tried to find something
interesting in this sea of bland people and uninteresting conversation. Her
eyes fell on someone on the other side of the room; he seemed to be the most
interesting person here at least, even if it was just his looks that made him
seem alluring. He was standing against the wall, his shoulders hunched slightly
forward, his body was lean and she guessed if he were standing upright he would
have been at least as tall as she was. She could not really see his face, it
was masked by wild black hair but she could tell that he had skin paler than
snow, which was strange in this world of spray tans and tanning beds. 'I don't
have anything to lose if I go talk to him,' she thought, rolling her eyes again
before pushing herself from the spot on the wall she had been occupying.
Walking across the crowded room was a bit more of a challenge than she had
anticipated, many times she had been bumped into by people flailing around on
the dance floor and almost knocked over by couples not paying attention while
they were grinding. Several times she reconsidered going to investigate the
strange man but once she made it to where he was standing she was glad to have
made it that far. Casually she took up a spot not too far away from him, enough
distance between them that it would not seem like they were together but not
too much that they would have a difficult time talking. When he did not even
show the slightest bit of acknowledgement to her presence she decided to go for
it first.
"So who forced you to come here?" she asked, shouting to be heard a little over
the music.
The man turned to look at her and she was surprised by the wide, almost black
colored eyes that stared back at her, she could almost get lost in the stormy
waves. "What makes you think I was forced here?" he countered, his voice
lowered but still audible.
Light shrugged. "You aren't dancing with anyone and you look like you're having
a pretty miserable time, though you could always look that way and I just don't
know it."
The man did not reply right away and Light was about to leave when she heard
him clear his throat. "If you must know, my foster brothers forced me to come.
They said it would be a good thing for me to get out into the world and stop
being such a recluse."
"My friends said something similar," she said, indicating her friends' location
vaguely with her hands. "They're over there with some frat guys who'll probably
seduce them and use them. I couldn't stand watching it."
"I see," said the man as he pressed his thumb to his lips. "May I ask your
name?"
"It's Light Yagami," she replied readily. "What's yours?"
"Ryuzaki," said the man and he rubbed his thumb against his lips. "Would you
like something to drink? I promise it won't be from that cesspool of drugs and
alcohol they call punch."
Light smiled slightly. "What makes you think I'll trust you not to slip
something in yourself?"
"You can't," replied Ryuzaki. "Perhaps you should accompany me then, so you
know your drink isn't poisoned."
"I suppose so," said Light nonchalantly and they started off in the direction
of the refreshments table, before they got too far, Ryuzaki reached behind him
and grabbed her hand in his, though it was not a strong grip. Indicating that
she could pull away at any time, although she could not find it in her to do
so.
"So we don't get separated," said Ryuzaki in response to her puzzled
expression. "I saw how you struggled on the dance floor and I'm sure neither of
us wants to experience that."
Light nodded and allowed Ryuzaki to pull her across the dance floor, despite
what she would likely tell her friends later she actually enjoyed his touch.
His skin was surprisingly smooth and the way he held her hand conveyed a type
of hidden strength, one that he would not use unless given permission. She
blushed despite herself at the thought of him using that strength on her.
When they arrived at the table, Ryuzkai let go of her hand and she immediately
felt the effect of being without him, she felt empty and a little lonely which
she considered strange since she had just met him and knew nothing about him
except his name and that he had foster brothers. Then again he held her hand
and all he knew about her was her name and the fact she had some friends. She
watched as he ordered their drinks, surprised when she saw the frat boy acting
as bartender getting down the basic ingredients for a Shirley Temple, she
thought he would try to ply her with alcohol like the other guys were doing.
When the drinks were done, Ryuzaki took the drinks and brought them over to
where she was standing, offering her the one with the purple straw.
"I promise it isn't poisoned," he said and she took it. "I hope you don't mind
the sweet drink, I have a penchant for sweet things."
Light took a drink and was taken aback by not only how sweet it was but also by
the fact that it was not as disgusting as she thought it was going to be.
Ordinarily she stayed away from sweets, partaking in maybe something with dark
chocolate every once in a while but this, this was sweeter than a sundae with
candy dust sprinkled on it and she actually liked it. She tried to pace herself
as she drank, not wanting to finish the delicious drink too soon and make
Ryuzaki to get her another one, that would be rude to do after just meeting
someone. If they were good friends she would have had no problem asking.
"I can't hear myself think," said Light as the music got louder. "Want to find
a quieter place so we can talk?"
Ryuzaki looked up from his drink, which was almost completely finished and
nodded. "Yes, that would be most agreeable. Wait here while I get us another
round and then we'll find an unoccupied area to get better acquainted."
Light handed him her glass and smiled politely as he headed back to the bar
area, while she was waiting she watched the people dancing, wondering why they
wanted to do that kind of thing in the first place. Nothing great was going to
come of it, they were likely going to be used then discarded in the same hour,
so why should they even bother?
"Fun party, huh?" asked a male voice and she looked over to see some guy in a
tight shirt and blue jeans standing behind her. He had black hair that came to
his shoulders and dark blue eyes behind his glasses.
"Sure," she replied, taking a step away from him. "Do you know who threw it?"
"One of the fraternities," he said, taking a step closer. "My name's Teru,
what's yours?"
Light tried to take another step. "None of your concern."
Teru frowned. "Come on, that's not what you're supposed to say."
"And what is she supposed to say?" asked Ryuzaki as he returned with the
drinks. "Perhaps you should return to whatever rock you crawled out from under
and leave her alone."
"And just who are you?" asked Teru, taking a menacing step towards Ryuzaki.
"Can't you see you're interrupting us?"
This act of dominance did not seem to faze Ryuzaki. "And can't you see that she
doesn't want to have anything to do with you? Taking a few steps away from a
person is an indication that they have no desire to be near them, so maybe you
should take the hint and leave."
Teru grabbed Ryuzaki by the collar of his shirt, pulling him a little on his
feet. "You don't want to anger me, not if you know what's good for you."
"Light, could you please take the drinks?" asked Ryuzaki calmly and Light
rushed forward, taking the drinks from his hands and taking a few steps
backwards. It was then that Ryuzaki brought his leg up and somehow managed to
kick Teru in the chest, sending them both to the ground but giving Ryuzaki the
upper hand. He slammed his fist into Teru's jaw repeatedly, the other man just
seemed to take it, not even trying to put up a fight or rather could not given
his position. When he was finished Ryuzaki stood up and stepped away from Teru,
leaving him bleeding on the ground although not unconscious or as seriously
injured as Light had hoped. Still, she smiled when Ryuzaki came back over and
she handed him his drink, which he graciously accepted. Suddenly he was knocked
to the ground and Light looked to see Teru standing up, a smug look on his face
as he looked down at Ryuzaki.
"Asshole!" shouted Light before slapping him as hard as she could across the
face. She put herself between Teru and Ryuzaki, not about to let the man have
another chance at hurting him.
Teru looked from her to Ryuzaki and rolled his eyes before heading in another
direction, seemingly disinterested in her now and once he was gone Light went
to help Ryuzaki. Light bent down and took Ryuzaki by the arm, gently helping
him back to his feet, she saw a large wet, red spot on his chest; for a moment
she thought he was bleeding but then looking down she saw the broken plastic
cup concluding it was his drink that was all over him and not blood. Carefully
she walked Ryuzaki away from there and towards a room she had seen on their way
there, hoping it would be unoccupied. Knocking loudly, she heard nothing on the
other side so taking a chance she opened the door and saw that no one was
there, something she was incredibly relieved to find. Once she had Ryuzaki in
the room, she closed and locked the door to ensure that no one tried to bother
them while he recovered, she might not know him well but she was not about to
let that asshole Teru try to get a second chance. The room they were in was
small and had a futon couch, a television and a bathroom indicating that it was
someone's bedroom.
"Why don't you sit here and I'll see if I can find a towel to help clean you
up?" suggested Light as she guided Ryuzaki to the futon. He eased himself onto
the piece of furniture and let out an audible sigh.
"That is an excellent idea, Light," said Ryuzaki rubbing his head. "Before you
go, could you check to see if I sustained any injury to my skull?"
Light nodded and moved so she was looking at the back of Ryuzaki's head,
carefully she carded through the thick tresses, surprised by how soft they were
compared to how they looked. She searched almost every inch of his head and
could not find any major damage done except for a spot that would probably turn
into a bump tomorrow. "I'll go get something to clean you up," she said when
she was finished. "In the mean time, relax and don't let anyone in here, I
don't need you getting hurt again."
"You're concerned about me?" asked Ryuzaki, looking at her with wide eyes.
"Of course I am," replied Light somewhat dismissively, his gaze unnerved her
and drew her in simultaneously. "You almost got really hurt on my account, I
can't just let something like that go."
Ryuzaki shrugged as Light walked into the bathroom. "And you put yourself in
harm's way on my account, something I cannot allow in the future."
Light was caught off guard by that comment as she pulled out a washcloth and
put it under the tap to get it wet. "What makes you think we're going to see
each other after this?"
"Just a hunch," was Ryuzaki's reply and when she went back into the room she
blushed. Ryuzaki had taken off his shirt and was sitting shirtless on the futon
as if it was perfectly acceptable to be in such a state in front of a stranger.
"I'm sorry, does this make you uncomfortable?"
"No, it was just . . . unexpected," said Light trying to shake her nervousness.
"But I guess it was logical since I was going to have you clean your chest
anyway." She went over to the futon and sat down beside him, handing him the
washcloth, which he looked at like it was a foreign object. "Do you not know
how to clean yourself?"
"I do," said Ryuzaki. "But I would rather you did it, you can see the mess more
clearly than I can and will likely do a more efficient job than I." He handed
her back the washcloth.
Light sighed and moved a little closer. "Fine." She fit the washcloth on her
hand and began gently wiping it over Ryuzaki's chest. He was lean like she
suspected though he was not skinny, he was fairly well toned despite the lack
of defined muscle, and he did not have any hair on his torso except for a small
patch of dark hair that went beneath the waistband of his jeans. She tried not
to focus on any of that as she cleaned him up, making sure to get every trace
of the sticky substance from his body, it did amuse her that wherever there was
Shirley Temple it had turned his skin a light shade of pink.
"You're quite thorough," said Ryuzaki when she was almost done. "I doubt I
could have done a better job."
"I'm sure you're just saying that," replied Light as she finished tossing the
wet rag back into the bathroom for someone else to deal with. "Oh, and you
probably shouldn't put on your shirt until it's a little drier otherwise you'll
just get messy again and I'll have to clean it."
"A shame really," said Ryuzaki with a small smirk, and then he returned his
gaze to her face. "Would you permit me to kiss you?"
Light was stunned and a little curious as to why he would make such a bold
request, not once had she had someone actually ask permission to kiss her,
usually they just did and dealt with the consequences after. Not that she
minded that, she quite liked that kind of display of authority but right now
she quite liked the idea of being asked before being kissed.
Ryuzaki seemed to take her silence as rejection. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have
been so forward, it was a stupid idea anyhow. After all why would someone like
you want to kiss someone like me?"
"Why wouldn't I?" she argued, moving in a little closer. "You defended my
honor, didn't try to make a move on me when we first met, and got me a drink
that wasn't spiked with something questionable. That already makes you a more
chivalrous knight compared to the losers out there."
"I suppose that is an adequate assessment," said Ryuzaki, smiling slightly then
he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers in a soft kiss. He pulled
away before Light could even register that it had actually happened. "That was
nice."
"But not long enough," said Light, leaning back in and taking his lips in her
own, moving them to promote a response from him.
Soon enough he was kissing her back, his hands finding her hips and hers
wrapping around his neck, his tongue brushed gently against her lower lip and
she parted her lips slightly, allowing him entrance. Almost immediately the
taste of the cherry Shirley Temple from earlier flooded her taste buds and she
moaned at the flavor, suddenly artificial cherry was her new favorite taste.
Their tongues danced together in a fight for dominance, neither one yielding to
the other as the dance intensified, soon Light was trying to map and memorize
every bit of surface area in Ryuzaki's mouth just as he did the same with hers.
The battle was intoxicating to Light whom before was under the impression that
most men wanted women to yield to them and not try to be dominant or equal,
Ryuzaki did not seem to care about it at all. Instead he tried to get the upper
hand, taking her by surprising with his actions to see if she could counter.
Whenever his hand roamed, so did hers in a different area than his. If he
shifted so he was sitting in a different position, she would move to match or
do better, which explained how she ended up in his lap with his hands on her
rear and hers on his bare chest. They pulled apart and surveyed each other in
the dim light of the only lamp in the room, Light could see his swollen lips
and dilated eyes that seemed clouded by lust and logic, probably debating
whether or not to go through with this. She could almost see his arguments for
both in his eyes and was so captivated that she missed the smirk on his lips as
he rolled them over so she was beneath him, he between her legs.
"This probably isn't a good idea," he said, his voice low and gravely. "I did
just meet you after all."
Light nodded, knowing that this night was not going to end the way she had
thought after kissing Ryuzaki. "Yes, you're right, and I'm not actually a
college student . . . I'm a senior in high school."
This did not prompt the startled reaction that she had assumed, instead Ryuzaki
chuckled and kissed her lightly. "Then it's only fair that you should know I'm
not a college student either, in fact I was here for an entirely different
reason than mind altering substances and alcohol."
"What reason?" asked Light, her curious nature getting the better of her
manners.
"I can't tell you yet," said Ryuzaki and he settled himself pleasantly between
her legs. "Now, the real question here is what do you want to do, Light? We can
end this now and part ways on good terms or we can see this through and find
out the consequences and what terms we're on at the end."
Light thought seriously about what he was proposing for a few moments. She was
not at all unfamiliar with that he was suggesting and in fact she had been very
curious to see if Ryuzaki would in fact even want her that way. He seemed to be
rather uninterested in people given how she saw him standing earlier. Then
again they were obviously very different people, not to mention different ages
and in different stages of life, this could have serious repercussions if she
did not consider the fact he could be dangerous. "I want this," she said, her
voice quiet and gentle as she cupped his cheek.
"Good," said Ryuzaki and he pressed his half-hard cock against her. "Would this
be your first time?"
"Yes," admitted Light, though she was hardly ashamed.
Ryuzaki made a sound of either approval or concern, she could not tell. "Then I
am honored to be your first. Will you permit me to do something that would make
this experience all the more enjoyable for you?"
'He's very formal and thoughtful,' she thought as she nodded.
"Excellent," said Ryuzaki, pushing himself up on his arms and moving so he was
going backwards on the futon. "While I do this, could you please remove your
shirt? I would do it myself but I don't have your permission to touch that
area."
'He's certainly stranger than I thought,' she considered as she pulled her
blouse up over her head and onto the floor just she felt him push up her skirt
and move her panties aside. Before she could ask him what he was doing, she
felt his mouth on her, carefully exploring her folds as she tried to regain her
surroundings. She could feel it tracing the outline of her womanhood, it would
go around the outside and whenever it stopped at the bud of nerves at the top
it would tease it mercilessly before retreating to another area. The sensation
was so incredible, she barely felt it when something entered her, she tensed
for a moment but then relaxed when what she assumed was a finger moved in and
out.
Soon his tongue focused completely on the bundle of nerves, teasing and rolling
it like it was a delicious candy, and in the haze she felt him slip another
finger in, stretching her further. There was a warmth growing in her core and
she could tell she was close but she did not want this to end, she had never
felt so free before in her life and it was because of this man that she could
feel the world melting away around her, leaving just the two of them. The
closer she got to her peak the louder her moans got even though she tried to
muffle them with her free hand, the other had tangled itself in Ryuzaki's hair
and she was pretty sure she was pulling hard enough to hurt but he said
nothing. Suddenly she felt the warmth in her core erupt and she gripped
Ryuzaki's hair harder as her walls milked his fingers, the feeling caused stars
to erupt in her eyes and for a moment she forgot entirely everything existed
except Ryuzaki.
"Do you want this," he asked, somehow climbing up from his previous position
without her realizing. When she nodded feebly he leaned in closer and kissed
her deeply, his tongue massaging hers as something pressed against her
entrance, it slid in easily though the feeling of being stretched like that was
new to Light. Ryuzaki's idea had worked a little and she did not feel much pain
as he started to move his hips, it was just a bit uncomfortable.
"Don't think so much," he whispered as he began kissing her neck, his long
fingers roamed over her bare skin. "Relax."
Light relaxed her body and found herself very much enjoying the feeling of
having Ryuzaki inside of her, for once in her life she allowed herself to do
something impulsive and could not have been happier with the result. Soon
enough she let her inhibitions go and wrapped her legs around Ryuzaki's slim
waist, her moans then grew more wanton with his deep hitched breathing acted
like a breeze stoking a fire as they found their rhythm.
"You're beautiful," whispered Ryuzaki, looking in her eyes as he thrust, making
her feel insignificant and important simultaneously. "I didn't deserve this
honor."
"Yes you did," was Light's reply as she pulled Ryuzaki so his face was buried
in the crook of her neck. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge,
each thrust took her just that much closer and as much as she wanted it she
also did not want this to end and to never see Ryuzaki again. He was a mystery
begging to be investigated and she was desperate to know more about the man
than just his name.
"Ryuzaki," moaned Light as her climax hit, the feeling sending ecstasy tumbling
through her body as she clung to Ryuzaki.
"Light," choked out Ryuzaki and he spilled his essence in her, nearly
collapsing on top of her as his exhaustion hit. He pulled out of her gently and
put their clothes right before laying back on top of her, bracing himself on
his forearms but still close enough to Light that their sweat slick skin
touched and he rested his forehead against hers. "I have to leave," he said
though there was a hint of reluctance in his voice. "I know that's a terrible
thing to say, but I promise you that I will come for you, Light. This . . .
this was something I will never forget."
Light tried not to sound disappointed as she spoke. "I figured you'd leave, you
don't seem the kind of guy to stay around for breakfast."
Ryuzaki let out a short chuckle. "Believe me, I would if I could, but for now I
can't. Again, all I can promise now is that I will come for you, if you want me
to. Would you?"
"Yes," replied Light, knowing without thinking she would want him to come for
her. 'I want to unwrap what I see in your eyes, I want to figure out exactly
who and what kind of person you are, Ryuzaki. Above all I want to know why I
feel like I can trust you without hesitation.'
"Then I will," said Ryuzaki as he sat up, helping her up in the process, she
reached for her shirt and slid it back over her head. "You must go on living as
if you never met me, I can't afford to disrupt your life further. It was never
my intention to go this far, but I'm glad it happened, even if this has halted
progress."
Now Light was confused. "Ryuzaki, you do realize that nothing you're saying is
making any sense, right? You sound like you're talking to someone else. Can you
please tell me what's going on and how I fit into all of this?"
Ryuzaki smiled a little. "You're smarter than you let on, Light. You hide it
well but I can see it, you worry that being smarter than the people around will
chase off your friends so you bury it to appear normal. I don't think you
should hide your intelligence, for you it is as natural as your beauty."
Light did not know whether to slap him or kiss him, he had deflected her
question and at the same time complimented her. "May I return the favor and
psychoanalyze you?"
"By all means," said Ryuzaki as he reached for his shirt from the floor.
"You're a good liar," said Light watching him put his stained shirt back on.
"You've been lying since the moment I saw you on that wall. Nothing you've told
me is true."
Ryuzaki did not seem offended by this, in fact he seemed to have expected it.
"How did you come to that conclusion, Light?"
"Your answers came too smoothly," replied Light with a slight shrug. "Most
people have to think about details, even for a second, but you were able to
speak without hesitation. It sounded rehearsed, though I'm sure you tried to
make it sound less forced to the ear."
"I can't tell you if you're right or wrong, Light, because I myself do not
know," said Ryuzaki as he stood up and so did she, preventing him from leaving
right away.
"Why did you lie to me?" asked Light, unable to keep the malice out of her
voice. "Was this your end goal all along? To sleep with me tonight and brag to
your "foster brothers" later? Was everything set up so you could do this?"
Ryuzaki calmly met her fiery gaze. "Light, you must understand, it was never my
intention to let things go this far. What I planned to do should have stopped
after what happened with that man downstairs but I enjoyed your company and
allowed myself to get too involved. Not everything was a lie, and I am deeply
apologetic if you feel it is. If you would rather forget about this evening, I
would completely understand."
'All I want is the truth from him and he's completely sidestepping the issue!'
her mind screamed as she clutched the front of his shirt. "Why do you want me
to forget so easily? And what the hell was your plan if it wasn't supposed to
go past your confrontation with Teru? I think you owe me that much!"
"I want you to forget so as not to cause you further pain," explained Ryuzaki
as he untangled her fists from his shirt. "As for the rest, I cannot tell you,
so please come to terms with that immediately. Now, I really must leave.
Goodbye, Light Yagami."
Light shook with anger as Ryuzaki passed her, she was so angry she wanted to
beat someone to a bloody pulp, and it would likely end up being Ryuzaki for the
cold way he was treating her now. For one brief moment she had thought maybe
she found someone whom she could connect with on a level beyond the physical,
someone who was not so enamored with this world as the rest of humanity seemed
to be. He certainly seemed to be holding a great deal back and she had wanted
to find out everything and let him discover everything about her, but it seemed
it was not to be. In that moment she vowed that if they were ever to meet
again, she would not be so easily entranced, that she would be in control of
the situation, and that she would never allow him to see her heart bared again.
***** Not all Dates are Created Equal *****
'This was a very stupid idea,' thought Light as she waved politely to Amane who
was running up to her. Why she had agreed to go on a date with Amane was beyond
her, maybe it was to help her forget a certain someone she met at a party not
too long ago? If that were the case then she should have accepted a date from
someone else, not someone whom had been pestering her since they met; the fact
she shared a history as friends with Amane meant he could infer she wanted to
seriously date him not just use him as a way of getting over someone else.
"Hi Light!" said Amane, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Sorry I'm late,
Amane's shoot went on a little longer than expected but he hopes he can make it
up to you with an extra special date!"
Light tried not to outwardly cringe at the way Amane spoke, he was almost an
adult but he spoke as if he were a small child and now she was really
regretting the fact she had agreed. "It's fine, Amane, I understand you have a
busy schedule and really, coffee is fine with me. I know you have to be back at
your studio soon, so I wouldn't want to keep you any longer than necessary."
"You're always so considerate," said Amane as he took her hand and pulled her
inside the coffee shop, for such a slim man he was certainly stronger than he
looked. "That's one of the reasons I like you Light, a lot of girls would have
taken me up on my offer. Can Amane at least buy you some nice treats?"
'Can I buy you a new brain?' she wondered as she nodded. "Of course, I'm not
against being spoiled a little. Besides, you still owe me for your English
assignment, as I recall I got you your highest grade ever."
Amane grinned as he pulled out a chair for Light. "Yep, you sure did. What do
you want to drink, Light? Order whatever you like."
"Caramel macchiato," replied Light with a friendly smile. "And you can pick out
the treats, Amane, I know you'll pick the right ones."
"Sounds good," said Amane with a wide grin. "But not too many, I don't want to
get fat before my big movie debut. You and Takada are going to be there,
right?"
Light nodded. "Of course, wouldn't have it any other way."
Amane nodded then headed for the counter to order their snacks, Light noticed
that every female head and some male ones, turned to watch him walk by. Light
tried not to laugh, she had been out a number of times with him and this never
ceased to become amusing; people were always easily impressed by a pretty face
and nice body, two things Amane possessed in spades. He was reasonably tall
with a medium build he kept well in shape, muscles defined to the point they
almost looked comical, he had flawless skin that was tanned to the right shade,
his long blonde hair was always endearingly messy and his light brown eyes were
sparkling. Something she did not understand though was why Amane always acted
like he did not notice them looking, none of them were exactly being subtle in
the way they devoured him with their eyes.
'Perhaps he simply does not notice them looking,' she reasoned as she watched
the baristas shamelessly flirt with him. She hardly cared, Amane was nothing
more than a friend to her and would never be something more serious, she
honestly almost felt bad for him since he could not go anywhere without being
recognized; this led to him being constantly badgered for autographs, pictures,
phone numbers, and anything else people could come up with. He had admitted to
her once that a fan had brought a marriage certificate with her and tried to
get him to sign it so they would be married, of course he had refused but
still, it was an amusing story.
"Got us a discount!" announced Amane as he came back to the table, smiling
triumphantly. "Those baristas are really nice, they're even giving us each a
slice of chocolate cake for free!"
Light smiled kindly. "That's great, must really be nice to be a famous model
and soon to be famous actor."
Amane shrugged. "I guess, but now I have to treat it like a job, before I just
thought of it as a really fun hobby. At least now I get some serious money for
what I do."
"That's certainly a perk," agreed Light just as a barista came by with their
drinks, giving Light a look of disdain before leaving. "Something tells me she
wasn't happy to see me with you."
"I guess," said Amane as he took a drink of his frozen coffee drink. "There's
no reason for her to be so rude to you, it's not like we were making out in
front of her or something."
"She would have probably dumped my drink on me," laughed Light before taking a
sip, finding it to be delicious. "Aren't you worried about the tabloids getting
wind of this? I mean, aren't you going out with that really pretty model, An?"
"I don't think a few nights out for drinks and dinner means she's my
girlfriend," said Amane as he studied Light carefully. "Besides, she's not the
one I want to be with." He reached across the table and put his hand on
Light's. "I want to be with you, Light, I always have and that's never going to
stop."
Light pulled her hand away nervously. "As flattered as I am, Amane, I don't
think I'm the right girl for you. You're already making a name for yourself
while I haven't even really started life yet, I'd just be holding you back."
"But I'm making enough money now that you wouldn't have to worry about that
kind of stuff," protested Amane, struggling to grip her hand again. "If you
were with me, you would be set for life, everything you ever wanted would be
yours and you wouldn't have to do a thing!"
'I would have to put up with you,' she countered mentally. 'And that's not
something every girl wants to deal with.'
Suddenly Amane's eyes went dark. "It's because of him, isn't it?"
"Who?" asked Light, trying to keep her voice calm and deflect attention away
from the topic.
This did not work on Amane for once, who seemed intent on hashing this out with
her. "You know who I mean, that bastard you hooked up with at the party. The
one you've been moping over for weeks now. Is that why you won't go out with
me? Are you still hung up on him? Listen Light, I know he was cool looking and
everything but you can't expect much from a guy who doesn't even bother giving
you his number. He obviously was only interested in one thing and you gave it
to him, I was actually surprised, I thought you were better than that."
Light had heard enough. "And who are you to judge, Amane? You've told me about
the numerous occasions you've slipped in and out of a woman's bed. Most of the
time you don't even leave a number for them so who are you to criticize someone
else for doing the same thing? And why do you think I'm still waiting for him
to reappear? I know very well that he won't and I've been trying to move on.
You on the other hand seem very eager to bring him up and condemn me for my
decisions." She then stood up and glared down at him. "I obviously made a
mistake in thinking you would be worth dating, sorry I wasted both of our
time."
She then headed out of the door, smirking when she heard Amane shouting at her
to come back and that he was sorry. Light did not care, she was happy she had
said those things; someone had to do the man a service in doing so and she was
the only one who could. She was just sorry that it had wasted half of her
Friday afternoon, at least her family did not expect her back for a little
while so she was in no hurry to head home. Light walked the streets, smiling to
herself as she glanced at the various shops and restaurants, she thought about
buying Sayu something just because but she could not find anything that her
little sister would like.
"I wish she weren't so picky sometimes," she said to herself as she passed a
store full of Hideki Ryuga merchandise. She knew her sister was into this actor
and as much as she loved her sister, she found it extremely agonizing to even
imagine going into that store to purchase anything related to the actor. Still,
she screwed up her courage and went inside, browsing the various stands for
something tasteful for her younger sister, she finally found a poster that was
not hideous and a copy of his latest movie. She went to the counter to pay and
when the cashier pestered her about Hideki Ryuga she curtly informed her that
these were gifts for her sister and that she herself would be more than happy
if the actor would fall of a bridge. Leaving the stunned cashier, Light resumed
her walk down the street, wondering if it would look bad if she returned home
now. That is, until she saw someone with familiar black hair coming right at
her.
"Hello Light," said Ryuzaki calmly as they stood facing each other. "It's nice
to see you."
"Likewise," replied Light coldly. "Out for walk?"
Ryuzaki shrugged. "You could say that, I guess. You seem to be doing well, if
you're able to go on a date with a local celebrity."
Light is taken slightly aback by this but does not let it show. "Were you
stalking me?"
"No, I was in the coffee shop," said Ryuzaki indifferently. "I have to say he
hardly seems your type, Light, his intelligence is probably less than half of
yours. Why would you go out with someone like him?"
"Change of pace," said Light, moving a little to the side so she could walk
past Ryuzaki. "Anyway, I should be going, I'm expected at home."
Ryuzaki did not move, instead his intense gaze rooted her to the spot. "It
seems you've forgotten my promise, that I would come for you again."
Light composed her face into an impassive mask of indifference. "I don't expect
liars to keep their promises." She then began walking towards the subway
station, making sure to keep her eyes trained on something in front of her so
she would not look at Ryuzaki. "Good bye, Ryuzaki."
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