Bloody Apples (iroleplayyaoi & Kitty)
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Lyseni on 07-07-2010, 07:14:00</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Bloody Apples (iroleplayyaoi &amp; Kitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 07:14:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sugar. He needed something sweet. There were so many people… <em>too many</em> people.<br><br>“Hnn, Watari.” Ryuzaki removed his thumb from between his teeth and raised his hand to point at the lighted scripture above one of the mall’s various shops, one that showcased cakes and candies in the windows. His desire for the sugary treats was not simply to satisfy his sweet tooth. No, he needed to sate an entirely different hunger… one that was difficult to ignore in the midst of a large crowd of people like this.<br><br>The need of his young master did not go unnoticed by Watari. The elderly man smiled and bowed his head.<br><br>“Of course.” Together they crossed the courtyard and entered the small sweets shop. It had been one of their destinations to begin with; the supply of treats at the apartment was dwindling dangerously low. The stress of the Kira case was taking its toll on the young man, making his insatiable appetite even more voracious. Kira…<br><br>It seemed no matter where he was, people were buzzing about the mysterious criminal killer. Or, as they were calling him on TV these days, the ‘God of Justice.’ The case was especially frustrating for Ryuzaki, who as of yet had no leads and very few clues. He knew he would prevail in the end and bring the ‘supernatural’ murderer to justice, but he would not rest until he had a suspect. He would find Kira… defeat was not an option.<br><br>“Hmm…” Ryuzaki found himself drawn to the front counter of the sweets shop, coming to stand slouched over a glass jar of brightly colored lollipops. He would consider his choice carefully, for the treat he selected now would need to last him for the rest of their shopping excursion. A mall full of people would quickly overload his senses. He could smell their blood, hear their heartbeats… it was risky for him to come to such a crowded place. He had been reluctant to leave the apartment he shared with Watari for this very reason, but he finally agreed after much coaxing on the old man’s part. He hated to tear himself away from his investigation, but with the slow progress he was making it was easier for his guardian to persuade him to step out for one evening. The fresh air would make him feel better, he’d said.<br><br>Ink-black eyes focused on a particular lollipop and Ryuzaki went after it, pressing the corner of the plastic wrapper between thumb and forefinger and lifting it up for further inspection. He held it well above his line of vision and craned his neck to get a better look, drawing curious glances from the patrons of the shop. His behavior was unusual, no doubt, but he didn’t notice the odd stares as he regarded the candy with a sort of reverence. Yes, this one would do.<br><br>Turning away from the counter with a quick pivot of his foot, Ryuzaki shuffled lazily toward the exit, his ratty Converse shoes scuffing against the floor. He pulled off the plastic wrapper and shoved it into his pocket, ignoring the protests from the cashier that he pay for the treat before leaving the store. Or rather, he simply wasn’t listening and didn’t hear the complaint. He was focused on the colorfully swirled sugar treat that he promptly wrapped his lips around the edge of, his pink tongue rubbing against the side of it in delight. The hunger would fade now and be much easier to control.<br><br>The apparent theft of a lollipop hardly seemed worth calling the cops over, but that’s just what happened. Watari was oblivious to the situation as he selected his young charge’s favorite snacks, so he could not explain to the cashier that he would be paying for the sucker before the girl radioed in to the mall security. Equally oblivious to his infraction, Ryuzaki paced nearby the sweets shop, shuffling back and forth with his free hand in his pocket. Soft tufts of black hair slid in front of his eyes and framed his pale face as he walked, hunched slightly and still nursing at his lolly.<br><br>“I need someone down here at Saccharine… some weird guy just walked out without paying for his candy.” The girl sounded a bit embarrassed at having to phone in such a silly theft. Embarrassed, and perhaps a little nervous by the reaction she might garner from the on duty mall cops. She secretly hoped that the young cop would show up to assist her… he was cute. “He’s, umm… pacing around outside, in the courtyard.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bloody Apples (iroleplayyaoi &amp; Kitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 11:15:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“When are you gonna write in the notebook again?” Ryuk asked as he stared down at Raito, looking slightly annoyed that it has been two days and he has yet to write in the Death Note. Kira always is the one who writes in it, but he didn’t appear to be out lately. Perhaps Raito has become stronger and put up more of a fight against his second personality. The effect the shinigami notebook had on humans was interesting and he could wait to see what chaos Kira would cause for Raito. <br><br>Dressed in his blue mall cop uniform, Raito leaned against the wall and watched as people passed by. The last thing he wanted was to say anything in the public eye and have people passing by think that he’s insane. At first, finding the notebook was a dream come true. Changing the world for the better by killing criminals that should be dead in the first place. That dream quickly turned into a nightmare when he found he was being control and forced into the back of his mind, forgetting everything that just happened.&nbsp; Constantly fighting himself was difficult thing to do and telling anyone about this problem wasn’t going to happen or he’ll be in more than just a mental hospital. <br><br>He kept silent and continued to watch for any strange activity. This wasn’t the most exciting job out there, but it helped pay his rent on time and put food on the table. Still, if he could be an actual officer like his father, he might be able to have more action and have to challenge himself. Raito missed having a challenge…unless you count L, but that was between Kira and the detective, just because this is originally his body doesn’t mean anything.<br><br>The message over the radio had to be the most exciting thing has happened all day.&nbsp; He picked up his radio, “I’ll get him.” He existed the building and glanced around the courtyard for the man who stole candy. Out of everything he could steal…candy? Really? Raito spotted someone with a lollipop in his mind and had a feeling that was there guy. He did look kind of strange. <br><br>Wasting no time, Raito walked over to him, staring him up and down and then pointing at the candy in his mouth. “You forgot to pay for that.” This was just stupid, but stealing is stealing. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bloody Apples (iroleplayyaoi &amp; Kitty)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyseni</strong> on <strong>07-07-2010, 18:48:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The courtyard was becoming steadily more quiet as the evening shoppers finished their business and departed for home. For the first time since entering the mall, Ryuzaki could breathe in the crisp night air and feel at peace. In a sense, Watari had been correct. The fresh air did feel good and it was reenergizing. With the lollipop still in his mouth, he continued to pace back and forth in front of the store, shuffling between a lighted fountain and a bench and then back again. He would be restless until they returned to the apartment, where he would find sanctuary and security in front of the soft glow of his monitors. He was not accustomed to leaving them for so long.<br><br>The young man’s sudden approach stopped Ryuzaki in his tracks. He turned his head almost in slow motion to look at the other, fixing his blank stare on the youthful face that was drawing nearer. His presence seemed to erupt into the courtyard, assailing his senses and mystifying his overworked mind. While normal humans operated at a dull hum, this man seemed to be buzzing loudly, reverberating against the concrete and brick surrounding them. It was almost overpowering. Whoever this young cop was, there was something unordinary about him.<br><br>“Mm?” He wasn’t listening. Even with the candy in his mouth, he couldn’t ignore the fascinating scent of the chestnut-haired man. The… <em>potency</em> of his blood seemed stronger. Much stronger than the typical young male’s. Ryuzaki turned to face him, his eyes following the path of the finger that pointed at him. He issued a quiet grunt of understanding. He was reluctant to remove the candy from his mouth, but he did so and held it with all his fingers but the last one, which pointed straight at the cop. Another odd mannerism, it seemed.<br><br>He licked the sweetness from his lips, then raised his arm to point insistently at the sweets shop. Or rather, one of the front windows where Watari could be seen choosing a few cakes to have boxed up. His gaze remained fixed upon the young man, staring into his soft hazel eyes with an expressionless look on his face. “Watari is paying for everything.” Ryuzaki murmured matter-of-factly, replacing the lolly in his mouth and suckling it in satisfaction. He continued to stare until something bright caught his eye and his focus was pulled downward to the laminated ID badge that the other wore, as was standard issue for the mall’s security staff.<br><br>Slowly, he bent down and tucked the corner edge of the ID between his thumb and finger, tilting it up so he could examine the man’s name. “Ya-ga-mi Rai-to.” He pronounced each syllable carefully, glancing up at him as if to check his face against the photograph printed on the badge. Yagami… how familiar that name sounded. The chief of police was named Yagami as well. Possible relation? He would check in the database when he returned home.<br><br>Ryuzaki straightened himself up, or at least stood as straight as he normally did, eyeing Raito with a faint flicker of suspicion. "Yagami…"
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>