Light slams the wooden door shut behind him as he hears Misa's voice. She sits up from her previously reclined position, stiffening into a defensive pose. He feels a cool sensation on the back of his neck, and the gentle 'plit plit' of water dripping behind him, which turns to whooshing. The door is gone; in its place is a steady waterfall cascading down the wall and disappearing as soon as it hits the floor.
Striding in, he pays no attention to Misa's devastated protest. He takes in the atmosphere of her room: the overhead lighting is relatively poor, providing only faint light, and the blinds are pulled all the way down to shield out the night. The sugary scent of girlish perfume overwhelms his nostrils. There is a small ocean landscape painting hanging in the corner, but otherwise, hers is virtually indistinguishable from the multitudes of other rooms contained in the mansion.
He soon notices a massive book weighing into Misa's bed. Her tiny hand shrinks beside it. Edging closer in spite of the invisible 'DO NOT ENTER' and 'STOP' signs, he takes a quick glance. History of the Peloponnesian War.
"Misa, Misa," Light shakes his head, a condescending semblance of a sorrowful smile weaved on his face. He pretends to have just noticed the hefty book now -- opening his eyes wide as if to suggest surprise, he then redirects his disbelieving gaze to Misa.
Then, his face drops.
"You're too pretty to be reading this," Light says unsympathetically.
"That's right...you're very busy reading about the Peloponnesian War. Is this an interest of yours?" Light cocks his head at the hardened face. Even now, with all her old guilelessness good as dead, her features are soft, smooth...utterly feminine even in her heated animosity.
"Yeah, maybe I am interested in it." She turns back to her reading, determined not to let him get inside her head. "What are you going to say to that, hm? That I shouldn't fool myself thinking I'm smart? Because that's already reached the point where it's getting pedestrian."
Light cannot suppress a smile. Pedestrian. This was Misa Amane talking, and she just used a halfway-advanced word, and used it correctly.
"I'm not even interested in it, Misa, and I'm ranked number one of my class. So let me understand. You loathe me, resent me, probably wish terrible things upon me, and yet...you're doing this for me. I don't understand," he says, his tone now serious.
Light catches the purple pen effortlessly -- even in his non-hallucinated form, Light boasted excellent hand-eye coordination. He places it between his lips thoughtfully.
"What are some causes of the Peloponnesian War?" He finally asks.
She blinks, looking like a deer in headlights for a few moments, before her cheeks slowly start to flush a bright red and her body starts trembling. It's obvious she doesn't know the answer.
"You don't know it either," she spits out. "If I don't know, it then there's no way in hell you can...seeing as you're part of me."
"Good," Light says from genuine relief. "Good logic."
He nears Misa, her abrasive manner not inducing its intended reluctance, or caution, or pride in Light. That is the useful thing about apparitions.
"You..." he extends a hand to her bangs. "Have a little hair in your face." Light brushes it aside, and when a stubborn blonde lock returns to hang in front of her eye, he tucks it behind her ear.
Striding in, he pays no attention to Misa's devastated protest. He takes in the atmosphere of her room: the overhead lighting is relatively poor, providing only faint light, and the blinds are pulled all the way down to shield out the night. The sugary scent of girlish perfume overwhelms his nostrils. There is a small ocean landscape painting hanging in the corner, but otherwise, hers is virtually indistinguishable from the multitudes of other rooms contained in the mansion.
He soon notices a massive book weighing into Misa's bed. Her tiny hand shrinks beside it. Edging closer in spite of the invisible 'DO NOT ENTER' and 'STOP' signs, he takes a quick glance. History of the Peloponnesian War.
"Whatcha reading, Misa?" He says.
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Then, his face drops.
"You're too pretty to be reading this," Light says unsympathetically.
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"I'm not even interested in it, Misa, and I'm ranked number one of my class. So let me understand. You loathe me, resent me, probably wish terrible things upon me, and yet...you're doing this for me. I don't understand," he says, his tone now serious.
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"What are some causes of the Peloponnesian War?" He finally asks.
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"You don't know it either," she spits out. "If I don't know, it then there's no way in hell you can...seeing as you're part of me."
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He nears Misa, her abrasive manner not inducing its intended reluctance, or caution, or pride in Light. That is the useful thing about apparitions.
"You..." he extends a hand to her bangs. "Have a little hair in your face." Light brushes it aside, and when a stubborn blonde lock returns to hang in front of her eye, he tucks it behind her ear.
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