#oh we passed by haha so we have to talk .) otherwise were impolite no i dont care what you say and will make sometimes nonsense

[fandom-necromancer]

699. Let’s drink wine and trash-talk our co-workers.

Shoutout to the beautiful anon prompting this! I really enjoyed this!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

part 2

'Hey, man, how about we go out drinking tonight?' Nines sighed, filing away the rest of the papers holding their last successfully closed case. 'You know? To celebrate.' Nines knocked the papers on the table twice to align them, then stared over at Gavin. 'I can't drink, detective, as I told you repeatedly.' 'Oh, but you can!', Gavin was quick to deliver. 'And no, I don't mean your thirium replacement. They developed alcohol for androids.' Nines pushed the pages in their folder and pressed it shut, talking to Gavin in a tone that basically screamed at him how utterly disinterested he was. 'They have? So what? Why should I willingly intoxicate my otherwise flawless systems?' 'Well...' one could nearly hear the gears turning in Gavin’s head. 'For once you would get to see me doing dumb shit?' 'I get to see that every day.' 'Oh come on, dude, really?' But there was a smile on the android’s face, something that told the human to go on.

'Okay, let's say it's for science? Come on, this is pretty new still and I doubt Connor to go drinking. Maybe you are the first RK to test it. Aren't you curious?' 'Well, you certainly are', the android mumbled. 'But fine. The prospect of seeing you lose even more control over your bodily functions could be entertaining. Also, this way I can make sure you get home safely.' Gavin looked at him pleadingly. 'Ugh, fine, I'll try the drinks, okay? Though I doubt their effectiveness.'

 Two hours after their shift had ended, they had changed into more comfortable clothes and driven to a local bar, sat down at a table and ordered their drinks. A glass of wine was sat in front of Gavin as he wanted to “keep it classy”; Nines got a glass full of an iced blue liquid, the exact shade of thirium, but with a few swirls of something he couldn't analyse, not until he would swallow some. Gavin grinned at him, lifting his drink in a toast: 'To another asshole put behind bars for a looong time! Let's drink wine and trash-talk our co-workers!'

Nines let their two glasses hit between them, then hesitated before taking a sip. His eyes went wide as he realised what it contained. He had thought of some chemical added, unsure how that was supposed to do anything, when thirium was basically just a cooling agent. But no, this pseudo-alcohol consisted of nano-machines solved in the thirium that were now quickly spreading in his body. Immediately his defence-systems sprung to action, eliminating one of the little bots after the next without a sweat. Weird. This wasn't even a real attack. It was like popping bubble-wrap, not like fending off a threat. That was when he realised that was probably the intended effect. Humans had their kidneys to clean their blood, androids would have to do it manually. Deciding it would be a waste of money to destroy these machines when they were the desired equivalent to ethanol, he let them fare as they wanted and although not realising it yet, Nines understood what could happen would he have one too many drinks. This could get interesting.

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‘You know… Chris alwayssssteals the restroom-soap in the lobby.’ ‘No!’, Nines exclaimed shocked and blown away of his co-worker’s behaviour. ‘He does!’, Gavin underlined his statement again and grinned at the androids openly perplexed face. ‘Why di… did you never tell anyone?’ The two had lost count of the number of drinks they had, not that it mattered. The nano-machines were interfering with Nines’ body in more than one way: he felt light-headed, had problems accessing his walking program and his thoughts ran in weird directions. But thankfully, Gavin was in the same situation. He leaned in far enough so that Nines could practically taste the alcohol in his breath. Could. When he got rid of the little bugs hiding it from him. ‘Blackmail’, Gavin lulled smirking at him. ‘How come you nnnever realised it? You got the all-seeing-eyes!’ ‘I… concentrate on my job for once.’ His voice was laced with static and words were hard. At the same time he wanted to talk more than usually in a sober state. ‘And frankly I don’t produce biowaste so no need to use the restrooms.’ ‘Asshole.’ ‘Sssstop it with the-‘ His voice box broke off with a few cracks then it reactivated. ‘the damn compliments.’

‘Ah, next time we shoulda invite Tina’, Gavin laughed. ‘Gurl knows EVERYTHING!’ ‘Seriously, how do you know that much about our co-workers?’ ‘Years of observation, my friend’, Gavin proudly pushed out his chest and weirdly everything Nines could think of at that view was chicken. ‘Okay, so what you have of Hank?’, he shook his weird imagery off. ‘Wanna embarrass Con?’ ‘Ecssssactly.’ ‘Cheated on all his tests in the academy. Not like he didn’t have the brains to do it, just liked havin’ fun more than study. Always passed, too. Asshole.’ ‘You were there together?’ ‘Hmm?’ ‘You and Hank?’ ‘Nah, but I have my sources… Wait. What about Connor? He got any weaknesses? Never found out anything. And damn I don’t wanna end up drooling on the floor again.’

Nines laughed and hollered: ‘That must have been a sight to behold. And I missed it!’ He shook his head. ‘He likes dogs’, he then replied smiling fondly, everything suddenly getting very, very heavy. ‘Pretends to like Hanks music but really doesn’t. I like it though.’ ‘Never pegged you for the heavy metal kind. Always thought classical bullshit was your thingy.’ ‘It is, too.’

‘Okay, what I always wanted to ask: How are you guys? I mean, probably weird because android n stuff, but he your parent or what?’ ‘I see him as a mentor. Although I can’t speak for Connor. Even I sometimes have problems figuring it out. ‘ ‘And… does he like me? I mean like, you and me….’ He gestured a bit with his hands without talking. Then suddenly realised his words and added: ‘Working together! You and me working together, haha…’ Nines was too intoxicated for him picking up on it. ‘He fucking hates you!’, he answered wheezing, and a bit later added a bit louder than necessary: ‘Hey, I said fuck!’ ‘Congra… Congratu… Happy phcking birthday, toaster, now you’re an adult.’ ‘I fucking love this. Normally my programming filters it out. Being impolite and imperfect and so on. Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit-‘ ‘Toaster.’ Nines looked up at Gavin’s face expectantly. The blue hue that had spread on his cheeks was just too cute for Gavin to immediately continue. ‘Wanna do… something reeeally stupid?’ ‘You know what? Yes. Never done something stupid before. Let’s do it. What are you thinking of?’ ‘Let’s go and egg Hank’s house.’ ‘Hell yes let’s fucking do it!’, Nines cried out enthusiastically despite having no clue what it meant. His research function was inaccessible.

They had stopped at a local supermarket, the underpaid cashier not caring enough to stop two drunks buying several crates of eggs at 11pm. Then they walked their way over to Hank’s house, what should have taken them an hour twenty-five but seemed to be far less. Nines didn’t know whether his internal clock was malfunctioning, or he simply didn’t remember ordering an automated car and frankly he didn’t care. What was important was that they stood in front of the house, eggs in hand and eyeing the windows as well as the other houses. ‘So what do we do?’, Nines asked. ‘We simply throw them?’ ‘Yeah. Throw as many as possible without getting caught!’

Maybe the little machines now attacked some part of his deviancy, because suddenly that order was burned inside his mind, the red text being the only thing that mattered. And he wouldn’t be a military grade android, the best ever created, if he failed his mission now. ‘We get a strategic advantage standing over there’, he pointed at a few bushes at a corner. ‘An easy way of retreat with optimal throwing distance.’ ‘Nice! Then let’s do this!’ With amazingly accurate aim for a drunk man, Gavin threw the first egg. It hit the wall and broke with a disgusting wet sound Nines heard weirdly amplified. But he just took out the first of his own and threw it in a perfectly calculated arch. One after the next smacking wetly against the walls and Nines kept the last bit of attention on his environmental scanner. As one of his projectiles wasn’t hitting the intended target and broke on the window, a bit of the shell still sticking to the egg and slowly descending to the ground now, the light inside was switched on suddenly.

Nines detected vibrations of someone standing up in the ground and was immensely thankful some of the more integral soldier-programs where specially protected. Quickly he took Gavin by the arm and pulled him with him into the bushes, the rest of their eggs falling to the ground. Surprisingly for his inebriated state, Gavin got the signal and started running next to him, half stumbling through the woods. Halfway through the human started giggling madly and although Nines knew they should probably stay silent, he couldn’t help himself but start laughing himself. That just made matters worse as it seemed, as Gavin stopped and fell on his back, all the while continuing to laugh.

‘Ah, shit, toaster, hadn’t had such fun in a long time!’ ‘It’s still interesting what you humans do for fun, but I think I get it?’ ‘Damn, I love you.’ Maybe the adrenaline had made him sober up a bit, because he looked up to him shocked upon his slipped words. But if he was sober, Nines definitely wasn’t until he decided to become. He just smiled. ‘Damn, I love you, too, Gav. No other moron would see me and think “yeah, let’s get drunk with a war machine and be idiots together.’ ‘You do?’ It was uttered in such disbelief that Nines started neutralising the bots in his systems. He shrugged. ‘Yes? I think so? I just never said anything. Didn’t know whether you would be open to that and I thought it would be better to not risk what we’ve built together.’ Gavin let his head fall to the ground, looking up to the treetops. ‘Same here, but not as eloquent’, he mumbled. ‘Shit, we’re some dumbasses, aren’t we?’

In the following silence, a distant ‘What the actual fuck?’ could be heard and that made them both giggle uncontrollably again. Nines reached down and helped Gavin up from the ground. ‘We should probably drive to your home.’ ‘We?’ ‘Well, I don’t think going back to Hank and Connor for the night wouldn’t be the best decision now’, Nines laughed drily. ‘Ah, damn, you’re right. But how…’ ‘I already called us a cab.’ ‘God, Nines, I could kiss you, but I think I have to throw up.’ ‘The next time, then.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #Gavin Reed #RK900 #*bangs hands on table* Need more drunk Nines! #Nines: Hell yeah let's egg that house! #me: honey that's your fucking house #Nines: LET'S EGG THAT HOUSE! #also I can swear now #Gavin ruined that perfectly good android let's be honest #origin story of how Nines moved together with Gavin permanently because Connor found Gavin's fingerprints on the eggs. Protect boyfriend^^^

[secretshinigami]

The Rising Tennis Ball

Author: @silvia-aivlis

For: @tzigi

Pairings/Characters: mainly Light, a little of the To-Oh people (Kyoko and the tennis guy who doesn’t have a name)… pairings same as canon and are not the focus at all, anyway.

Rating/Warnings: General Audiences

Prompt: Light’s first day at To-Oh after L’s death

Author’s notes: … No one is going to ask, but I made up the family names of Kyoko and tennis boy. Apart from that, I don’t really have anything to say about the fic except what would inevitably involve spoilers, so… have a nice day. And happy birthday, Light.

The young woman’s silhouette was unfamiliar. Her hair was brown like his, but longer, covering her shoulders.

She turned and the first thing that caught his attention was her blue eyes, which reminded him of Misa wearing contacts. Was she wearing contacts?

He definitely had not met her before.

Why was she holding a white candle with one hand? Was it night already?

The young woman raised her other hand and he turned to see where she was pointing at.

Yes, it was night. He could see the moon now. A full moon.

His attention returned to the young woman when she suddenly spoke.

‘The brightest star in the sky.’

She did not say anything more. She gazed afar, unmoving as a statue.

His eyes were drawn to her burning candle again. Only that beneath the flame was not wax.

The candle was made up of white sugar cubes.

But that was…

Suddenly anxious, he confirmed that there was no handcuff surrounding his wrist. Now he only had to affirm…

He looked around but there was nothing to be seen.

His eyes wandered to the sky again.

Its king, the luminous floating globe reigning over the realm of blackness, had two dark curves on it. They were all the more glaring because of their stark contrast with bright moonlight…

But what he had thought was the moon, was not.

It was a tennis ball, and the dark curves were the oval on it.

Someone had shot a tennis ball up to the sky and it hanged there, not rising or falling.

Just glowing.

The classroom door opened and Light Yagami woke up.

Mentally, for a few futile moments, he latched onto the image of sugar cube candles and lunar tennis balls, but the memory slipped away like water in a funnel.

And he did not have the time to recall his dream. The incomers instantly recognised and engaged him.

‘Light! You haven’t been in To-Oh for almost half a year, we thought you’ve dropped out!’

‘Are you OK? Not having an accident, I hope?’

‘Where have you been?’

Brashness never changes, does it? ‘You’re the same as ever—never beat around the bush!’ Light replied with a smile, and even added a friendly chuckle. ‘I was just too busy so I took a leave. I’m still doing less courseload until next April.’

‘What?’

‘I could only take two classes now since I didn’t pass any first semester courses. Plus it’s already the middle of the second one.’

‘Oh crap, so you need to retake?’

‘Wish me luck.’

More students had entered the classroom, as did the professor, meaning that Light had successfully evaded the question of ‘where he had been’ before the start of lesson. He wouldn’t tell them the truth anyway—‘L suspected me of being Kira so I was confined and monitored. Actually being Kira, I killed him.’ It would be impolite to cause a scene in the classroom, really.

The sequence recurred after the lecture. This time, someone remembered seeing him and Misa together the last time he was in campus.

The celebrity loving type, I see.

‘Haha, right, I know her. She’s shooting for a movie, I think.’

‘What movie?’

So easy.

Light had no more lesson today, his only other course not having any lecture until the day after tomorrow. But he still lingered in To-Oh.

He had not had the pleasure of being truly alone for a very long time. Even now, he could not shake off the feeling that he was still being watched.

Instinctively, he looked at his wrist to check that there was no handcuff attached. There was no Ryuzaki. Not anymore.

Turning a corner, he glanced around to confirm that there was also no Misa, no shinigami, and no policemen dangling near him.

He might enjoy school a bit more this time, he thought with amusement. It could be a relaxing experience.

There was a buzz in his pocket. Light pulled out his mobile while passing through a particularly crowded shortcut, and his good mood evaporated upon seeing yet another three text messages from Misa.

‘(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) MISS YOU already.’

‘Misa in her costume. You’re the first to see (❤ω❤) it!’

‘Misa will cook dinner for you tonight! What do you want to eat?’

Light rolled his eyes before replying only to the last message (with the most polite and charming version of ‘whatever, I don’t care’ he could think of). Remind him why he was enduring this again?

For his new world, naturally.

His grip on the phone tightened. He suddenly felt not just alone, but disconnected, in a corridor packed with ordinary, happy-go-lucky college students.

It’s getting dark and he should go back. He has come so far but still has a lot to do; it could take a long time, maybe even years, for his new world to supplant the old, for crime to be cleansed and justice to be upheld. Tomorrow he would once again continue his ascendance from the number one detective in the world to godhood. Here’s an idea. Later this week he’ll propose to the task force a new way to ‘tab Kira’s movement’—

‘Yagami!’

‘Yagami-kun!’

‘Did we shock you? Oh my gosh so sorry!’

‘I just heard you’re back and I’m sooo glad we found you!’

‘Do you remember us?’

‘I hope you’re not sick!’

‘… Excuse me?’ His shock at being suddenly approached gradually ebbed, and he cursed himself for not noticing the intruders sooner. A headache was also threatening to happen. How could just two people create the sound effect of twenty?

Luckily, the two nuisances finally quieted down a little. ‘Do you really not remember us?’ The female asked. ‘I’m Kyoko. Kyoko Yamaguchi.’

‘Inoue. Yasunaga-senpai and I asked you to join the tennis club back in April, remember?’

‘Dear me. You’re not asking me to join the tennis club now?’

‘I am. Why not? I heard you’re doing just two courses this semester, so you must be free!’

‘…’

‘Look! We’ve been flattened in the inter-school matches this year. You’ve got to help us out!’

‘Sorry but…’

Light tried to explain he would not join the tennis club no matter what, but he stepped on his own toes remembering that he should not give too specific details regarding his ‘absence’ in case whatever excuse he gave did not hold up to future events.

He could not tell them he was busy playing the role of L while plotting Kira’s conquest, could he?

He helplessly watched himself being dragged to the tennis courts. If he would not join the club, Inoue insisted, could he please, please, please take a look at the club’s practice session and give some advice?

With little interest, Light strolled from one court to another, watching how the handful of To-Oh Tennis Club members incompetently flapped their rackets like clumsy walruses. It was incredible how the tennis club of Japan’s number one university could be this bad—too much motion in the take back, weak overhead, couldn’t even serve properly…

No wonder they had so wanted him and Ryuzaki—or ‘Hideki Ryuga’—to join.

‘I still remember the day you played against Ryuga-kun.’ Kyoko suddenly spoke. She was not in the tennis club either, and had been walking by Light’s side all the while. ‘It was a spectacular match!’

Well, what a topic. Tread carefully. ‘I remember you liking Ryuga a lot. You’re the one who insisted that he’s better looking than me, right?’ Light teased. ‘Is Inoue better looking than Ryuzaki now? I didn’t remember seeing you two together at all before. Are you now dating?’

‘No! Well, Inoue isn’t bad looking but—oh, never mind that!’ Kyoko waved her hand profusely, blushing. ‘Talk about something else! Well…’ she sobered up a little, ‘I just wanted to ask, do you know where Ryuga-kun has gone to? He took leave before you, but now even you’re back and he’s still nowhere to be seen… You’re the only one he really socialised with back then. Do you know him outside To-Oh?’

This he had an answer prepared. ‘Unfortunately no. But fortunately no, otherwise my sister would pester me forever for his autograph. She’s very into idols.’

‘What—Yagami-kun! This joke is so old! People only joke about him and the singer back in the first two months!’

‘Sorry.’ He chuckled without the slightest embarrassment. The part about Sayu might be unnecessary, but it fitted the atmosphere he wanted to create. He couldn’t let on what he knew about the fate of ‘Hideki Ryuga’ and this lie was less likely to get out, anyway. ‘But has Ryuga really not come back? Not even once? That guy is strange.’

Kyoko sighed dramatically. ‘I miss him. He has such a wild look with him… What if… what if… if he’s been killed by Kira?’

Light halted as if he had been turned to stone. ‘Excuse me?’ He kept his face straight and voice calm, so that no one could realise how his throat dried and his pulse raced at the simple sentence. She couldn’t have known, his brain worked frantically to reassure, she couldn’t have known.

Kyoko did not find it strange at all that they had stopped in the middle between two tennis courts. With a dreamy look, she continued, ‘don’t you think he might be a criminal with his looks? Maybe he’s the young successor of a crime syndicate and is secretly in charge of all Kanto yakuzas! Maybe his cronies have been downed by Kira one by one and he’s now busy leading some secret mission against Kira… and that’s why he doesn’t have time for college! Maybe… Yagami-kun?’

Kyoko looked at Light in confusion. He had been perfectly composed a moment ago, wearing only a faint smile on his handsome, but he was now trembling all over, one hand covering his mouth to suppress a violent fit of laughter.

He eventually calmed down and assumed an apologetic expression. ‘Sorry, I just found your idea very funny. I didn’t know you have such excellent sense of humour!’ These were exactly the right words to please Kyoko, and her startled look broke into a shy giggle.

Light did not even lie. He did find Kyoko’s fantasy very funny, though for a different reason than what Kyoko imagined—for a reason she could never imagine.

An idea came to him. ‘If a crime lord—doesn’t have to be Ryuga, you know—just, if someone like that really is fighting Kira, who’re you going to cheer for? The crime lord, or Kira?’

‘Mm?’ Kyoko blinked, looking like she had never considered the question at all (which was probably true). ‘Mm…’ She thought hard for some time, and her voice was hesitant when it finally spoke. ‘I wouldn’t want Ryuga to die because he’s someone I know… But if that’s not Ryuga but someone else… Mm… mm… a crime lord is someone who breaks the law… But Kira breaks the law too? Well… then… no wait.’ Kyoko stopped in the middle. A wave of lucidity finally hit her. ‘This is a trick question, right? Your dad works for the police and will catch both, right? I won’t be correct whichever I choose!’

One of Light’s eyebrows had a sudden urge to jump up, but was suppressed by its master, who reacted quickly and appropriately. ‘Haha! My cover is blown!’ Well, he really does have a lot to do… Light chuckled along amiably on the outside, but inwardly he was once again reminded of his desire to leave. ‘It’s getting late. I should find Inoue and then leave—’

‘Watch out!’ A male voice from one of the tennis courts shouted.

They turned to the voice’s direction and were just in time to see a tennis ball flying their way. But it was no threat to any of them, because the ball was so high. Light and Kyoko raised their heads to watch the ball shoot over them, hit one of the lampposts with a metallic sound, fell and bounced on the ground a few times before completely losing its energy.

Light spent a few more seconds to gaze at the sky again. When the tennis ball flew so near the white bulb on the pole—did that remind him of something?

Before he could answer, a player Light did now know ran to retrieve the ball while Inoue reappeared to whine. ‘You see, Yagami? That’s how bad we are. You really need to help us.’

Light sighed and ended his musing. It was unproductive, anyway. ‘Well, you’ve got approximately three thousand problems to solve, but let’s focus on the basic first, shall we…’

When Light finally managed to shake off Inoue, the entire tennis club assembled to discuss their future training plan. They did not turn off the tennis ball machine, from which one ball flew off after another, each following the same parabola, rising and then inevitably falling in an identical semi-circular motion.

The night had totally set in. At this hour, the November wind was a bit chilly. One could see the half moon dangling in the sky, but apart from that, stars were particularly hard to see in urban Tokyo.

END

#fanfiction #submission #Light Yagami #ratings: general #silvia-aivlis #tzigi #Kyoko #pairings: none #Light's Birthday Extravaganza 2017