That bimbo! She’s doing so much more than I am! I felt my insides tear open as Misa boasted with her accomplishment of getting the current Kira to confess; with her evidence, Higuchi is the present Kira. How the fuck did she get him to confess? Just as that thought crossed my head, Light mouthed it aloud.
“Misa, how’d you get Higuchi to confess?” he asked, almost glaring at the blond Barbie.
“Uh...” she hesitated. “That guy is totally crazy with Misa-Misa!” she squeaked.
I scoffed, typical excuse. I didn’t need to hear her crap. I was pretty distracted in my own thoughts. Ryuuk hadn’t shown up in a while, and instead of his usual presence, I’ve been getting a lot of voices at night. Someone was trying to be smart, await for the whole team to go to bed, and then annoy the crap out of me, by throwing rocks or whatever at the window. I didn’t want to bother L with that. He definitely seemed distant.
Thanks to the fact I was still cuffed to Light, I never got to read the letter now latched to my bra. No matter how I thought of a way to be alone, I never succeeded. I was literally dying to read what he had written. Would he have written it, or he’d have just asked Watari to do it? Probably the latter.
Whenever I dwelled on it, I got a really throbbing headache.
I never understood how I ever managed to dismiss all voices but those in my head. I guess when you’re surrounded with the dead all the time, you’d want to dismiss as many voices as possible.
I’ve also thought of the possibility. If I’d talked to any of the dead, would they answer back? Would Kira’s victims prove to me he’s really Light? After all, who could trust a Shinigami?
Back to the letter, my mind is always focused on it. It’s engraved on ¾ of my brain, only dwelling on the letter. It was very unlike L, to write a letter. So, it must be something insignificant. Right? Right.
But still...
What if it was... like... a will?
No.
He’d give it to Watari.
But... what if he thinks... if he thinks that... he and Watari...
No. I shook my head again. I must stay positive.
NO one, will die.
This won’t go that far.
We will convict Light Yagami, no matter what the cause.
Where’s that fucking Shinigami when you need him the most?!
I was finally able to escape all the rampage when Matsuda screamed. “Is there such a person?”
Fuck all the mind crap! What were they on now? “It’s gotta be Matsuda.” Light shrugged.
Huh? “Matsu!” Misa cheered.
“Higuchi suspected that you were eavesdropping on them, so when the supposedly dead manager, Matsui, begins threatening his company, he’d believe it.” Light explained.
“That’s right.” L mumbled, picking up a biscuit. Ahh, they’re using Matsuda to lure Higuchi in. “We’ll get Sakura TV to do what they usually do with witnesses. We’ll place a body-figure, a partition, and for an out-looker, it’d give the appearance of Misa’s most recent managers, Matsui. Higuchi will work that out. For a moment, we’ll let them slip and reveal Matsuda for the cameras, so that it could be confirmed. Some time in the show, we’ll have them announce that eventually, they will reveal ‘H’, also known as Kira.”
“That way Higuchi will definitely try and kill Matsu.” I added. “And he won’t succeed, because that’s not his real name.”
“His movements will be predictable, and we’ll confirm the way he kills people.” L finished.
“The only flaw in this plan...” I trailed, looking at Matsuda.
“...is that if this Kira has the second Kira’s ability in killing people by merely knowing what they look like.” L finished for me.
“Then...”
“Matsuda-san...”
“...will die.”
Matsuda gasped.
“But given the fact that, Matsuda is still alive, and Higuchi wants Misa, I’d say it was unlikely.” Light stated calmly.
“This plan is inactive, until the killings are stopped.” L closed the discussion. “You can think if you want to proceed with this plan meanwhile, Matsuda-san.” He added.
That was sick! Matsuda would definitely say yes! I clinched my hands into fists. He was using the young man’s helplessness, and worthlessness.
He must be desperate.
He’s just devious.
No...
Yes.
He’s a detective. He must be like that to accomplish his goals, to solve the mysteries. To...
Why am I even giving him excuses?
What am I now? His attorney?
I growled internally. Oh god, this is so messed up! “I don’t need any time to think! I’m going to do it, if you please.”
As expected.
*~*~*~*~*
“You’re angry with me.” He stated dully, later that night.
“Hmm, like it matters.” I couldn’t help but smile wryly.
He remained quiet. “I’d let it go if he refused my offer.”
“He’d never. We both know it.” I muttered, almost snapping. “He could die!”
“Let’s pray he doesn’t.”
“Can’t you--”
“I can’t!” he gripped my face, cupping it in both his hands. “I can’t.”
Anger disappeared.
Left nothing. Not even a small trace.
Instead, another urge pumped through my veins. I wanted to touch him. And I did. Not even hesitating, I reached for his face, as well. Touching his dark skin, caressing the delicate flesh of his cheeks.
What are you doing?
My hands fell to my side, and he also let go, sliding his hands to my shoulders. He brought me in, and wrapped his arms around me. “This will be over.”
I let those four words soothe me that night.
