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Keroppi Mittens
Dec. 5th, 2008 11:50 amTitle: Keroppi Mittens
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speaky_bean
Characters: Teru, Light, Kiyomi, Ryuk, Nakajima.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,848
Notes: Poor Teru is just so easy to be cruel to. In this story, he comes down with the chickenpox, and comes to believe that he’s going to die. Later, he runs into God. I want to thankhervictory for listening to me babble endlessly about this thing as I wrote it, and for letting me bounce ideas off of her. ♥ Also, this was written for prompt #36 at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dn_contest, chickenpox.
Warning: I know that in canon, Teru actually lives in Kyoto while Light and Takada live in Tokyo. I decided to ignore that fact for this fanfic—given the distance between the two and the cost from getting from one to the other, it doesn’t even make sense for him to live there. So…they’re all in Tokyo, I suppose? Please don’t eat my brain for this.
( His breath is like steam from a tea kettle, his body the kettle itself. Moving is unthinkable. Thinking is unthinkable. )
Goodbye Mr. A - The Hoosiers
Author:
speaky_beanCharacters: Teru, Light, Kiyomi, Ryuk, Nakajima.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,848
Notes: Poor Teru is just so easy to be cruel to. In this story, he comes down with the chickenpox, and comes to believe that he’s going to die. Later, he runs into God. I want to thank
hervictory for listening to me babble endlessly about this thing as I wrote it, and for letting me bounce ideas off of her. ♥ Also, this was written for prompt #36 at dn_contest, chickenpox.Warning: I know that in canon, Teru actually lives in Kyoto while Light and Takada live in Tokyo. I decided to ignore that fact for this fanfic—given the distance between the two and the cost from getting from one to the other, it doesn’t even make sense for him to live there. So…they’re all in Tokyo, I suppose? Please don’t eat my brain for this.
( His breath is like steam from a tea kettle, his body the kettle itself. Moving is unthinkable. Thinking is unthinkable. )
Goodbye Mr. A - The Hoosiers
