PSL; [YEAH WE'RE LOCKED UP IN IDEAS]

[godly]

[A seventeen year-old Light Yagami adjusts the school bag slung over his shoulder as he walks home. School’s been let out, and he has homework to do (he’s already done most of it in his head; he knows what essay he wants to write, it’ll be easy, just like everything else), but regardless, the young man has chosen to take the longer route today.

There’s nothing in particular to look forward to at home — his family, maybe, but even that was an everyday occurrence — and while he doesn’t lead an unhappy life, today feels more restless than normal. He doesn’t want to go home just yet, he just wants to walk. And walk he does, blocks and blocks away from home, until he comes across a small park.

It’s fine, if his parents wonder where he is, he’ll just call and tell them he’ll be home soon. They trust him enough; they always have.]

What a pain. [-he says to no one in particular, glancing around for something to keep his interest. Nearby, he sees an table with two empty chairs… and a go board, which appears to have been abandoned mid-game.

Light looks around only briefly before shrugging and taking a seat at one of the tables. He sets his bag down next to him, idly scooting it closer with his foot.]

Hm. [Someone passes by, and he can’t help himself but ask-] Excuse me, do you play?

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[godly]

[When he cleans everything up, Light scoots out of his seat, bending down to pick up his bag. He slings it over his shoulder again, giving Shiki a look.]

What is? [He heard that.]

[deathline]

It's strange because this is probably the last time you'll be seeing me.

[There's almost a sense of melancholy, but the tone is feathery light like air, a sentiment that disappears into the void.]

You sure get got off easy.

[godly]

[Talk of disappearing again? Light frowns, crossing his arms.]

Or maybe we'll play another game someday.

[He turns, waving at her a little.]

You weren't that much of a handful, Ryougi-san.

[deathline]

[She walks towards Light and as she passes by him, she gives a friendly pat on his shoulder. She's a girl, but her manner and the way she carried herself was very much like a boy's the entire time. She then walks turning backwards to call out to him. ]

That wasn't a bad game. I think if I was different I might have liked ya well enough to want another round.

[But it will never be. SHIKI can't stay. He can't last.]

Yagami, you're normal. Don't take that as a bad thing, OK?

[godly]

[He can't help but stiffen, just barely noticeably, when she pats at his shoulder. He isn't used to that kind of direct physical contact, not when unasked for. Regardless, he doesn't say anything in return, not until she's walked off properly.]

Different...?

[The question is muttered, lost to the wind.

He wonders what she means about the normal comment. It's difficult to say. He's normal, and yet he isn't -- but maybe she was being opaque on purpose.]

If you say so.

[It isn't a real reply, only because he says it as he starts walking. He should be getting back home.]