Impulse Control (Yagami LightxReader)

12

"Would it have killed you to be the slightest bit more clarion over the phone?"

Yagami turned off his television. "I guess I'm still used to bugged rooms."

"Actually, could you switch it back on?" Ryuk's lower body was planted firmly on Yagami's sheets, but his thorax and up had slid off and onto the floor. "To, I think.. channel 21? I was watching something on it at the mall."

"You were seriously following that game of craps?" You made sure to swoon inconveniently enough for Yagami that he'd have to catch and set you upright. "After my own heart; be still, my beating aforesaid."

The remote was dropped on Ryuk's midriff, producing a dull and hollow thud against the bone. "Be my guest."

"So someone else has a Death Note." You tussled the hair enthroning your part. "Howbeit, unlike you, they have shinigami eyes."

"Probably. The chance they knew all of those officers names is exceedingly low, unless they have some affiliation with the police. But that would require personal acquaintance with all branches of the force."

You slid further against the brunet's wall with a short sigh. Behind it, one could hear Sayu's puerile kvetches of you being stolen away yet again by her elder sibling, and her feeble knocks on the door. "Huh. I'm not one to suffer from lethologica, but this is certainly humbling."

"Despite this, you continue to verbally encumber."

Your eyes slid to Yagami, who now exhibited partial interest to the card tournament Ryuk had turned the television to. "And you appear rather equanimous despite the news. Did I miss the preceding paroxysms? Surely you anathematize how this new user painted Kira an aeolist?"

"No. Your antics gave me worse headaches." Yagami approached his door, gave the wood a hard knock, and the ambience Sayu had sorrowfully generated died down. "This isn't anything worthy of panic. Wouldn't you agree this person could be made into a pawn?"

"They seem enough of an ignoramus. But regardless, the task force must be bedlam," you commented. "With how flagrantly your impostor speaks of leveling opposition, L could very well be looking to assess the effervescence with which you chase after them."

"So I'll investigate them as aggressively as I would any serial killer," he yawned. "And use whatever intel I collect in the task force to seek out this user in my own time. Covertly."

"Aw, good for you! Very, mettlesome, very idealistic!" You cooed, pressing your head to his doorframe and crossing your arms. "You may want to refrain from tacking on gratifying adverbs until you successfully contact this guy under the radar."

"Keen advice as always, [L/n]." Yagami mirrored your use of wall support—folded his arms across his chest, held himself at an angle to the wall by his head, and pushed his caramel gaze back against yours. "I can always trust you to contribute beneficially to these discussions."

"That wasn't truthful, right?" Ryuk marveled from the bed. You kindly took the opportunity to end the impromptu staring contest and monitor the progress of the gambling contest yourself. Not very well. "Right?"

Out of all of the things Yagami wanted to air out, you doubt denoting connotation to his tone-deaf pet was high on the list. His lack of response allowed Ryuk to interpret his own acuity. Grade his own test, per se.

So 'twas, the lack of insult or affirmation earned him a series of shudder-worthy snickers. "Earned," assuming he even wanted an auditory exclamation from the shinigami, which you also doubt he did. "I'm getting better at this "cold-reading" thing..."

"That sentence, coming out of your mouth-" you raised a hand. "-Is terrifying. Don't say that again."

Yagami tapped on the door lightly. You only realized that was a method of redirecting your attention to him by the time you had turned your head, and rolled your eyes to the dupe.