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[The feed clicks on to reveal Light Yagami in his room, staring in disbelief in the mirror at his now significantly younger self. His eyes continually flick back and forth between his reflection and his much smaller hands; his glare-- one that is extremely out of place on his eight year old face-- is piercing enough that it seems he could incinerate the glass. A minute passes, before finally his expression becomes one of exasperation.]

...Finally out of ideas are you? [A dry laugh.] You're becoming frighteningly redundant you know. If you're so bored that you're repeating ideas left and right, how about you just send me home? And if you even think about sending me back like this, I'll-- [He pauses mid-tirade as a thought occurs to him. ...And unfortunately.]

-Oh for the love of Go- [A hand reaches out for his Blackberry and the feed is cut prematurely.]

-Half an hour later-

[When the feed is turned back on, Light is seen sitting in the Parlor. If he seems almost tranquil about being reverted to a child, it may have something to do with the fit he had finished throwing in the privacy of his room. In contrast to earlier, he is perfectly calm and collected. There is even the hint of a smile.]

To the other residents of the Manor, I don't know how you feel about this, but I for one am tired of the Author treating us as though we have no agency of our own. We may be children this week, but that does not mean we can't coalesce and organize ourselves in a more sensible manner. I'd like to speak to anyone else who is interested in this endeavor. Thank you.

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Ahh, and here we were getting along so well. I think it's tiring when history repeats itself. I didn't leave you to freeze outside now, did I?

And at what point did I ask for your help?

[stupid human and his stupid blanket! If he could reach he would punch Light in the face right now]

You didn't. But if anything, that would demonstrate my compassion.

[And your lack of communication skills. Stubbornness. General stupidity. Light isn't picky. Any of those phrases fit Piccolo equally well.]

I don't want your compassion. It always comes for a price.

[Like his dignity... So far that was one of the worse prices he's had to pay...]

Come now Piccolo, I'm not so petty. Is it so hard to believe that I did not want to watch you suffer?

As a matter of fact it is. Which reminds me- you still owe me your side of the bargain.

[Serious fat baby face is serious... but oh god it looks so damn funny]

[Light grins. He knows better than not to take Piccolo seriously, but... it's difficult.]

Mm. [He makes a non-committal noise.] Of course. But surely you don't intend on allowing Elphaba-san to get kidnapped again.

The author is unpredictable. Should there be an event in which you are in a position to save her in my stead you WILL take it, even if it means your death. If you don't you will wish killing you was all I did.

[this speech was not meant to be given in that form...]

[For what seems like a long time, though in reality couldn't have been more than a minute long, Light falls silent. His gaze is focused on the arms of his chair, as though he couldn't be more enthralled by the stitching that held the furniture together. What occupies his thoughts, of course, is far from the robin's egg blue of the thread. Despite the ease with which Light is able to lie, he much preferred half truths and omissions to blatant untruths, and the truth is, he absolutely refuses to comply with Piccolo's demands. As if he would die because Piccolo was too incompetent to save his girlfriend. Oh, he'd gladly help Elphaba if it benefitted him to do so, as it had when Zarbon had kidnapped her- but in any other circumstance? His brow furrows slightly.]

I certainly wouldn't stand back and watch if that's what you're implying.

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