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Awareness was the first thing to come to Light, but it might as well not have because the only thing that came forth was nothingness. Am I dead?, crosses the mind briefly before descending back to nothing. It feels cramped in this space, but also as if it goes on forever. That doesn't make sense, but it is all there is to feel. Memories float back lazily like clouds, but of where Light Yagami is currently or what he did just before escapes him. The last thing he remembers is finding out that Yotsuba has been proffiting off of Kira's power. Then, hearing comes back with the sound of a great

POP!

Suddenly there is floor under him, and butter all over him. Light lifts his head and sight returns just before the smell and taste of butter overpowers everything momentarily. Once he get's over the fact that there is butter everywhere, Light takes a moment to check the rest of himself over. His hair is a mess, and he is wearing a green sweater with the Slytherin insignia on it that goes well with the green socks and black shoes on his feet, although the socks are covered by tan pants. On one wrist there is a waterproof (hopefully butter proof too) watch, the other has a handcuff locked on it. Light's eyes trail down the chain of the handcuffs, only to find that Ryuzaki is nowhere to be found.

"Is this another test, Ryuzaki?" Light wonders aloud as he stands up to see if the door of this room is locked. It wouldn't surprise him if this was a test, as Ryuzaki already seems to be off his rocker about certain things, but it also would be unsurprising if this wasn't L's doing. Wouldn't he be covered in something sweeter than butter if this was L's idea? Then again if not L then...?

The door is unlocked, so Light wanders into the hallway in search of a washroom or Ryuzaki, whichever is found first. The chain drags along the floor behind him, but his buttery footprints already cover the castle floor so Light doesn't bother to pick it up as he goes in a random direction.
  

Date: 2008-04-24 01:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] effing-eff.livejournal.com
Evan turned to stare at Light. "Ok, ew. You?" He pointed to Light. "Are the grossest human being I have ever met. And oh my God, I've been this close to catching Britney Spears in person, when she was, like, driving around with her babies on her be-cheetoed lap."

He then hissed at Yuuri. "You're a Demon."

Date: 2008-04-24 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bowchickamaou.livejournal.com
Yuuri did not know about Britney Spears or cheetoes. "Light isn't gross! It's not his fault he's covered in butter, and butter isn't technically gross anyway. You never know when you might become popcorn, and then you'd be covered in butter too," he pointed out sensibly. "And yes, I am a demon. Actually I'm king of the demons. That doesn't mean I'm going to attack you or anything like that. One of the most important parts of being the Maou is mending the relationship between Shin Makoku and the human countries."

Besides which, Yuuri didn't really attack anyone, ever (unless someone provoked the Maou form to emerge, in which case he grew a mullet and became something-more-than-Yuuri; it wasn't entirely clear whether Yuuri himself should really be held responsible for the mulleted Maou's doings). Try to assassinate Yuuri, and he'd adopt you into his family. Try to take over his country, and he'd invite you over for dinner.

Date: 2008-04-24 04:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] effing-eff.livejournal.com
"Butter? Ok, I don't know what you little kids are up to, definitely something a little bit more kinky and unhygienic than I ever did when I was your age, but I didn't come here to learn about vaginas, thank you." If he heard anything more about reproductive sex, Evan was leaving so hard.

Evan twiddled his fingers and said in a mocking tone, "Oooh, look out, it’s the King of the Demons. Big whoop, Kay oh Dee. Big Double-U. You know what? I’m the King of Your FACE." He raised a flat palm to jerk it toward’s Yuuri’s head, in a gesture that went out of the style sometime around the third Spice Girls single. "Do you want a hat? Aww, does the little kingy want a hat? Well, you’re not getting my hat, Mister Aristocrat." Evan didn't have a hat. "Or should I say, Mister Con Aristocrat. Artistocrat. Artist." Evan finalized his rant with a stern nod.

Date: 2008-04-24 04:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bowchickamaou.livejournal.com
Coyote? Big double-u? Evan's baffling taunts provided a welcome change of topic from the mention of, you know, private parts, said mention of which had made Yuuri begin to blush a furious pink. "If you don't know the difference between mammals and birds, then Yagami is trying to explain it to you. We're mammals and our mothers don't lay eggs! Demons are also mammals ..."

That's something Yuuri hasn't thought a whole lot about, but it's true. Mazoku are mammals ... aren't they?? He might need to ask Gwendal about this. Just to make sure.

"And you are not the king of my face. And I do have a hat, with bear ears. So I don't need yours. But if I didn't have a hat I wouldn't steal one!"

Date: 2008-04-26 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] effing-eff.livejournal.com
Evan snapped as he turned to Light. "Don't you talk to me about vaginas when you're the one who looks like the preppy, sexually non-threatening one from a boy band! A bad boy band. You're NSYNC minus J.T., yeah, that's right I said it."

He made a face. "And why are you covered in butter, then? Oh. Em. GEE! Cannibals!" He waved his arms. "Run, this school has cannibals and they will effing eat your FACE and knuckles and ears."

Date: 2008-04-26 05:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bowchickamaou.livejournal.com
Yuuri made a face. Why did Light have to say stuff like I'm not covered in butter for sexual reasons? That was just ... ewww. Ewww on so many levels. All the talk about body parts he could sort of ignore because they were using the technical clinical term (and can you imagine Miko/Jennifer discovering the Vagina Monologues? I knew you could). But the rest of it, ewwwww!

"If there really were a cannibal tribe here, I'm sure we could go talk to them about their dietary preferences. I bet we could get them to agree not to eat us." Much safer topic of discussion.

Date: 2008-04-26 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] effing-eff.livejournal.com
Evan looked up at the sign declaring it to be a popcorn room, and then back at Light. He widened his eyes. "Boy, they're gonna crunch you like they've paid money to see Baby Momma and they're chewing the regret away." He shuddered and began to back away from both of them.

"You're a demon!" He pointed his index finger to Yuuri, thumb cocked up like a pistol. "And you're popcorn." He used his other index finger to point to Light. "Know who has two thumbs and two pointy fingers and who is getting the eff out of here before one of you eats the other?" Evan moved his thumbs together to form a 'W', his index fingers still extended. "Evan! So, thanks... for nothing."

Evan then began to dash away. "Buttery demons!"

Date: 2008-04-26 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bowchickamaou.livejournal.com
Yuuri heaved a sigh of resignation. Watching Evan flee, he just knew that sooner or later the man's anti-demon prejudices were going to be aired in the hearing of Wolfram. When that happened ... aiiiii.

"I'm really sorry to leave you like this, but I'd better go after him," he said to Light. "If I talk to him about demons, I'm sure he'll understand eventually!"

And the young Maou also dashed away.

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