This probably isn't quite what you wanted, but...
anonymous
September 27 2009, 15:05:15 UTC
"My brother was not a murderer. You had no right to kill him."
Their every meeting starts like this. Naomi sighs, slumps a little further in her chair.
"Hello to you too."
"You're the murderess." Sayu Yagami spits through the phone. Naomi, apparently, can be ignored. "I don't even know why I'm talking to you."
Oh, but she does... "Of course not."
She slouches now. There is no need for impressions when you're an FBI agent-turned-killer, after all (even if the FBI does approve). It's ironic, really, because Sayu's back seems to get straighter with their every meeting. Perhaps with her brother gone, she sees herself as the one to uphold his standards.
So long as no Death Notes enter into the equation, Naomi is fine with that.
"How has your week been?"
"Oh, nothing unusual. School, part-time job, my brother's funeral..." A glare accompanies the last bit- as if she expects Naomi to be remorseful.
"Yesterday, wasn't it? D'you know, I'd almost forgotten." Her nails are the same as what they were yesterday, and the day before, but her glances downwards are an infinite source of irritation to Sayu, so she will continue to check them. "How is school, by the way?"
"Fine. How does prison life suit?"
The same every week- honestly, the girl has no imagination. "Not badly, thanks. The tales of lesbianism have proved to be just that."
"A shame."
"Oh yes. A girlfriend would be most useful in keeping the boredom at bay." She accompanies that with a wink, and is gratified to see Sayu flush red. She looks utterly furious now.
These visits are so much fun.
"Visiting hours are up." The warden pokes his head around the door. Such a shame, that. Sayu slams the phone down into its cradle, puts a hand to the window as she stands.
"You're an utter bitch, you know that? A callous, cold-hearted, murdering bitch."
"Of course." Naomi inclines her head graciously; the phone barely makes a click as she lowers it after a final "Have a nice week."
Not that the other girl can hear her, of course. But she was always brought up to be polite, befitting a young Japanese woman.
Their every meeting starts like this. Naomi sighs, slumps a little further in her chair.
"Hello to you too."
"You're the murderess." Sayu Yagami spits through the phone. Naomi, apparently, can be ignored. "I don't even know why I'm talking to you."
Oh, but she does... "Of course not."
She slouches now. There is no need for impressions when you're an FBI agent-turned-killer, after all (even if the FBI does approve). It's ironic, really, because Sayu's back seems to get straighter with their every meeting. Perhaps with her brother gone, she sees herself as the one to uphold his standards.
So long as no Death Notes enter into the equation, Naomi is fine with that.
"How has your week been?"
"Oh, nothing unusual. School, part-time job, my brother's funeral..." A glare accompanies the last bit- as if she expects Naomi to be remorseful.
"Yesterday, wasn't it? D'you know, I'd almost forgotten." Her nails are the same as what they were yesterday, and the day before, but her glances downwards are an infinite source of irritation to Sayu, so she will continue to check them. "How is school, by the way?"
"Fine. How does prison life suit?"
The same every week- honestly, the girl has no imagination. "Not badly, thanks. The tales of lesbianism have proved to be just that."
"A shame."
"Oh yes. A girlfriend would be most useful in keeping the boredom at bay." She accompanies that with a wink, and is gratified to see Sayu flush red. She looks utterly furious now.
These visits are so much fun.
"Visiting hours are up." The warden pokes his head around the door. Such a shame, that. Sayu slams the phone down into its cradle, puts a hand to the window as she stands.
"You're an utter bitch, you know that? A callous, cold-hearted, murdering bitch."
"Of course." Naomi inclines her head graciously; the phone barely makes a click as she lowers it after a final "Have a nice week."
Not that the other girl can hear her, of course. But she was always brought up to be polite, befitting a young Japanese woman.
Nobody said anything about vigilantism back then.
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