Death Note
Nov. 18th, 2007 08:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wereowlFew days ago, I finished wathing Death Note. It was the biggest disappointment in my anime life 'cause I was ready to announce that it was one of the best anime I've ever seen – until the 25th episode. In this moment they should have stop, no more episodes needed. But they didn't and episodes 26-37 are crap. Mello or Near are not to blame, just the authors who took the characters and warped their personalities (Matsuda is naïve but not mentally disturbed to behave like this, for god's sake). Before the 25, there was tension and confusion and twisted logic that made sense in the end; after the 25 there was only twisted logic and feeling "Are they kidding? It couldn’t be like that. I don't believe in what they are all doing."
But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to say that Death Note reminded me why I've started reading slash/shounen-ai/yaoi in the first place. As![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justthefic stated in her essay Virgulectics - The Slash Is Where It's At, slash means tension. I totally agree and Death Note is exemplary (although it is not shounen-ai nor yaoi). The tension between L and Light is almost visible and their dialogs, their mind games send shivers down my spine. I couldn't take my eyes of them 'cause any glance, any pause, any comment could have a special meaning that could kill one of them. And then I found A Tithe to Hell, a story by ningenfucker. While reading, I could only stare, bite my finger as Ryuuzaki often does, and then couldn’t sleep and while sleeping dreaming of them, still seeing that scene with knife, hearing "Kami" and "Kira" at the same time and sorry Nifredil, Loveless will have to waint until January 'cause I've hanged myself with rope made of Shinigami's diary.
"When you're very angry," L murmurs, "You go completely still. All the emotion goes out of your face and your body and everything freezes."
Wrapped completely in his arms, Light tries not to tense.
"You become a blank," L says. "But to me, you are more open and expressive then than at any other time."
Light doesn't move, doesn't blink, doesn't think.
"Apart from sex, that is." L snuggles in closer. "You're incredibly open during sex, Raito-kun. I don't think you are aware how much. You think sex is a chore, but you enjoy it more than you admit."
Light all but snorts, and the act of stifling his reaction does not go unnoticed. L shifts slightly on the bed behind him.
"Your focus is always control. You love oral sex because it creates the illusion of a caring, concerned lover, a lover who is willing to give and be generous, someone who thinks of their partner before themselves."
"Ryuuzaki – "
"When really," L continues, his voice a velvet murmur against Light's ear, "you love controlling your partner's reactions that entirely. Nothing else requires them to submit to you so completely, deliver themselves so fully into your hands. Nothing else allows you to stay so completely in control of your own responses. It arouses you. It's a deception. That arouses you too."
I should warn you, the story is NC-17 with warnings for: knife/bloodplay, excessive eyerolling, bad metaphoric comparisons of L to fish, amphibians, birds, monkeys, insects, cave dwellers, and fungi, ridiculous amounts of cuddling, and cake as a plot device (these are the author's words *smirk*).
But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I wanted to say that Death Note reminded me why I've started reading slash/shounen-ai/yaoi in the first place. As
justthefic stated in her essay Virgulectics - The Slash Is Where It's At, slash means tension. I totally agree and Death Note is exemplary (although it is not shounen-ai nor yaoi). The tension between L and Light is almost visible and their dialogs, their mind games send shivers down my spine. I couldn't take my eyes of them 'cause any glance, any pause, any comment could have a special meaning that could kill one of them. And then I found A Tithe to Hell, a story by ningenfucker. While reading, I could only stare, bite my finger as Ryuuzaki often does, and then couldn’t sleep and while sleeping dreaming of them, still seeing that scene with knife, hearing "Kami" and "Kira" at the same time and sorry Nifredil, Loveless will have to waint until January 'cause I've hanged myself with rope made of Shinigami's diary."When you're very angry," L murmurs, "You go completely still. All the emotion goes out of your face and your body and everything freezes."
Wrapped completely in his arms, Light tries not to tense.
"You become a blank," L says. "But to me, you are more open and expressive then than at any other time."
Light doesn't move, doesn't blink, doesn't think.
"Apart from sex, that is." L snuggles in closer. "You're incredibly open during sex, Raito-kun. I don't think you are aware how much. You think sex is a chore, but you enjoy it more than you admit."
Light all but snorts, and the act of stifling his reaction does not go unnoticed. L shifts slightly on the bed behind him.
"Your focus is always control. You love oral sex because it creates the illusion of a caring, concerned lover, a lover who is willing to give and be generous, someone who thinks of their partner before themselves."
"Ryuuzaki – "
"When really," L continues, his voice a velvet murmur against Light's ear, "you love controlling your partner's reactions that entirely. Nothing else requires them to submit to you so completely, deliver themselves so fully into your hands. Nothing else allows you to stay so completely in control of your own responses. It arouses you. It's a deception. That arouses you too."
I should warn you, the story is NC-17 with warnings for: knife/bloodplay, excessive eyerolling, bad metaphoric comparisons of L to fish, amphibians, birds, monkeys, insects, cave dwellers, and fungi, ridiculous amounts of cuddling, and cake as a plot device (these are the author's words *smirk*).
