She was a robot? She was a ROBOT? (mithrigil) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-08 00:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: mithrigil, f: death note, july 08, p: light/mikami |
"Kanji", Death Note (Light/Mikami)
Title: Kanji
Author: Mithrigil
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: (L)/Light/Mikami
Words: 300
Rating: Light R
Prompt: 7/8 -- Death Note - Light/Mikami - substitution - dark hair and a sharp mind
Kanji
death note
Mithrigil Galtirglin
That’s what stands out first—Light’s not pathetic enough to see Ryuuzaki around corners but the resemblance is evident. Mikami (above charm, how ironic a name, that) is sharper, refined, what Ryuuzaki (L, eru, Teru growing out of that, the shape for shining and prestige and embarrassment) could have been in another’s conception. Won’t be—could be, if someone else wrote this story.
Light knows better.
It’s the kind of name Light would write down, ordinarily, the name with the potential for too much greatness and too much risk, direction not specified. The kind of name to fill an L-shaped hole in the leaking trough of this world, or think he could. Competition, if he wasn’t. Worthy of exaltation and use but not worthy enough. No one will ever be worthy enough.
He knows what he’s seeing and hearing on the other sides of phones and cameras, knows that the hair wouldn’t smell like sugar and the skin would hang off of Mikami’s arms, not cling to them like a second skeleton. He shouldn’t have to tell himself to focus on differences, to stop comparing, because there will never be another, never anyone to compare. And that thrills Light, like it should, and disturbs him, like it should, because he knows he’ll get bored.
The thing is, when Mikami’s voice, his dutiful not British in any way voice brings Light off, Light’s clutching his wrist behind his back, tight between solid fingers, over the bone. He’s too smart not to know what that means, when he comes down, but not pathetic enough to give it more thought than it deserves.
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