“What will you be doing now?” you asked Light. He laid in his bed with his arms tucked under his head. You hovered over him, relishing in seeing the proud smile he bore on his face.
“There’s still much work to be done, but I think I can afford a day of rest after last night,” he said before closing his eyes.
You watched his still figure, fascinated by him. His body, his hair, his eyes; they all intrigued you. It had been so long since you last seen a human and he was, by far, the most interesting human you laid eyes on. None of them had ever used a death note in such a way as he did. Just the fact that he’s been so dedicated to completing his goal was proof enough he was different. He’s managed to use it in ways you would’ve never imagined when you were once the owner of one.
“Is there anywhere you want to go? We have hardly gone outside recently and there are still many places I want to see-”
“You know, [name],” he said suddenly, opening a single eye to look at you. “I couldn’t have done any of this if it wasn’t for you and your shinigami eyes.”
You felt almost ashamed at just the mention of that. Shinigamis were required to charge the human that were had possession of their death note if they wished to receive eyes that matched the power of a shinigami. Although impossible for you to freely deliver him eyes similar to yours, you didn’t leave him with empty-handed
Unbeknownst to you, he was well aware of the true feelings you carried for him and he was keen on using them to his advantage. It only took a little push for him to convince you to willingly use your eyes for his own personal gain. With no cost to his lifespan, he was given access to the names of any person he wanted all thanks to you.
“It was all you, Light. I merely provided my assistance whenever it proved valuable.”
“Perhaps, but without you, I would still be struggling to discover the true name of L. You played a part in his death and because of that, you deserve a day off just as much.”
You opened your mouth to say something to him, but no words formed. He closed his eyes again and made it clear he no longer wished to speak. Once again, he was able to manipulate his way out of something.
You yearned to form the courage to pour out your feelings to him in the hopes of one day, he could feel the same towards you. As much as you wanted it to be so, you knew it would only ever be an unattainable dream.
To him, you were merely a tool of destruction.
