[He wasn't chosen, not if you believed Ryuk's words. Somehow, he still found that impossible to believe. Coincidences weren't impossible, no matter how improbable, but there was no one else fit to play this role, especially on the level he'd managed to reach. Since it was him, he really could create a world no one else could dream of, whereas other people would waste it or be too afraid to take any chances. He was what the world needed, and he was expected to believe it was a coincidence he'd gotten the tools to make change happen?
Then again, Ryuk didn't seem like the kind of Death God to plan that far ahead. He'd only known him a short time, but the Shinigami was open enough that it was easy to make an impression.
But having a Shinigami by his side didn't lighten his load. He still had little time before cram school and homework didn't do itself. In between, he'd have dinner with his family, and it was possible Sayu would need help with her own homework. It was a full schedule, one he had to keep without any sign of wear or change.
The man who called his name was unexpected. He couldn't control the world, not yet, so unexpected things did happen, but this man was hard to size up. His hair fit in with the jogging clothes but not the briefcase. Tokyo was too large a city to ever know every face so it didn't bother him that he didn't recognize him. No, what bothered him was the conflicting pieces of evidence. Formal words, briefcase, a very rigid posture: none of these things seemed to belong with the clothing. If something had happened that forced the change, either this business with him was important, or he didn't know how important a nice suit could be to proper business.
Or maybe he needed directions.]
Can I help you?
[His voice was friendly enough when he stops to face him. Ryuk hadn't been at all helpful so the man managed to make the first approach. Having just finished school, his daytime uniform was on, the buttons on the jacket done up. In contrast to the messy hair of his company, Light's was impeccable though it was done so in a way that looked natural enough.]
It's saved in my inbox for me to find.
Then again, Ryuk didn't seem like the kind of Death God to plan that far ahead. He'd only known him a short time, but the Shinigami was open enough that it was easy to make an impression.
But having a Shinigami by his side didn't lighten his load. He still had little time before cram school and homework didn't do itself. In between, he'd have dinner with his family, and it was possible Sayu would need help with her own homework. It was a full schedule, one he had to keep without any sign of wear or change.
The man who called his name was unexpected. He couldn't control the world, not yet, so unexpected things did happen, but this man was hard to size up. His hair fit in with the jogging clothes but not the briefcase. Tokyo was too large a city to ever know every face so it didn't bother him that he didn't recognize him. No, what bothered him was the conflicting pieces of evidence. Formal words, briefcase, a very rigid posture: none of these things seemed to belong with the clothing. If something had happened that forced the change, either this business with him was important, or he didn't know how important a nice suit could be to proper business.
Or maybe he needed directions.]
Can I help you?
[His voice was friendly enough when he stops to face him. Ryuk hadn't been at all helpful so the man managed to make the first approach. Having just finished school, his daytime uniform was on, the buttons on the jacket done up. In contrast to the messy hair of his company, Light's was impeccable though it was done so in a way that looked natural enough.]