Hillie Dayton

There he stood in all his glory; a god among men and a hero in his own mind - Light Yagami. That bastard. She had to admit he was quite beautiful, beyond handsome for a man. He had shiny, shaggy brown hair and deep brown eyes that reminded her of milk chocolate. Beyond that the only she would admit was that he was an asshole. His uniform was so neatly starched and pressed it screamed arrogant tight ass. He was a new police academy graduate and had been assigned to the Intelligence Department because he was one of these bored genius types who loves to grace the rest of the lowly humans with his overwhelming intellect to reveal earth shattering revelations to the unworthy stupid people who dare to breathe his air. God complex. She stared at the words on the bio compiled by the United States Federal Bureau of Investigations in the folder she was holding. The FBI was sure he had killed Agent Penber and several other agents years earlier but had yet to find definitive proof. One of those agents was her brother. She had stolen the folder and any other documents that had Kira or Light Yagami's name on them from her dead brother's apartment years ago before the agents could get there to seize them. She had researched and read documents containing all sorts of personal private information about him because she was purposely seeking him out for her own reasons. She was not here for business. She was here for pleasure. It was going to be her great pleasure to seduce him, break him, and kill him.

Hilliard Dayton. She was not an FBI agent, a spy, or an assassin. She was nothing more than an angry sister seeking revenge. Her brother had always accused her of being sadistic and obsessive seeking to inflict mental and emotional injuries in recompense for any wrong done to her. He had seen her do it to many boyfriends and some of his ex-girlfriends that she felt deserved it for hurting him. She had learned from the best; their father was a behavioral psychologist with the FBI who had investigated some of the most infamous and horrifying criminals in the twentieth century particularly serial killers. The one outstanding personality trait among the habitual murderers was that they were all great manipulators. They could convince anyone to do anything and that ultimately led to hapless victim's deaths. Light Yagami fit the profile perfectly particularly after what happened to that weak minded twit Misa Amane. She would have felt sorry for the girl if Misa had not fallen in love with a unscrupulous, scheming, egocentric jerk. The quickest and easiest way for a woman to mess up her life is to 'fall in love' with a man especially one like that. Puh. She shoved the folder in her satchel and readied herself. Here he comes.

Hillie pushed the loose strand of golden brown hair behind her ear and launched herself off the bench leaving her leather bag behind on purpose. Knowing the type of guy Light is, he would grab the bag and run after her. He wanted to right all wrong things, even the small things. She was here to right a BIG wrong.

"Hey! Hey, Miss! You forgot your bag!" he yelled in English snatching it from the bench and running after her.

Hillie pretended to ignore him, unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse and positioning the girls to make their introduction to Light Yagami. Her nickname had been the source of many bad jokes from men considering her enormous breast size. 'Hillie? Your name should be Mountainous' was by far her favorite pun yet. It took an inebriated, horny brain trust to come up with that one.

"Hey Lady!" he bellowed.

Hillie could hear his footfalls gaining on her. Allowing the unruly and determined to be free wisp of hair to swing across her face she turned around. "Are you talking to me, sir?" she asked in fluent Japanese. She bit her lower lip to keep from laughing when he was literally taken aback and stumbled backwards a few steps. No, she was not the average dumb ass American tourist here to make fun of the Japanese. Her mother was a linguistics expert with the FBI and she had been trained to speak fluently in seven different languages. Her parents and her big brother had been horribly disappointed and nearly crushed when she did not follow the family lead and become an agent. She was accused of frittering away her intelligence and abilities by her workaholic, overachieving parents. At least she was not dead like her brother because of following their dreams. She wondered how many times they wished it had been her that was dead.

"Miss? Are you all right?" Light inquired, his voice sounding as if he actually cared. She knew better.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I suppose that's why I forgot my bag. I'm a little rattled today. I'm here on a vacation to…" She allowed her words to trail off and pushed the swath of hair behind her ear. Slowly raising her eyes from the ground in a very coquettish way she fluttered her lashes and offered him a shy smile. "There's just some past pains I need to bury."

Light smiled at her intrigued by her ability to speak Japanese so well. He held the bag out to her and her hand brushed his as she reached to take it. His grin broadened as she blushed slightly then bowed respectfully before taking the leather bag and turning to walk away. How very fascinating. She was not the typical rude, brash American tourist by any means. He shook his head and turned to walk away in the opposite direction. Looking back one last time, he watched the nice swing of her hips in the tight business skirt. It had been a while since he had a woman in his bed. She was a tourist and would be going home eventually. She would be the perfect temporary fix for him. He could fulfill a few urges then she would go away forever. He was very curious about those enormous breasts of hers as well.

"Hey, wait!" he called, jogging to catch up with her.

"Yes?" she queried coolly, looking into his deep brown eyes that seemed to be dead and emotionless. It was a pity such pretty eyes rimmed with dark black lashes should be so cold and lifeless.

"I'm Light Yagami. I could show you a few of the sites while you are here if you would like. Can I get your phone number?" he asked boldly, showing absolutely no signs of nervousness. It was not even a possibility to him that a woman would turn him down.

Hillie smiled keeping her lips closed so her expression would not betray her wish to bite him. She hated men who harbored as much conceit and arrogance as him. Reaching to grab his phone from his hands, her smile broadened with his look of surprise and offense from her action. She typed in the number of the disposable phone she had bought at the airport upon her arrival then pressed send to call her phone and put it in the memory of his phone.

"I'm Hillie Dayton. Call me, Light Yagami. Until then I'll be hanging out by the pool at my hotel waiting for your call," she told him, giving him a dazzling smile that showed all of her pearly white teeth. Her brown almost maroon eyes met his briefly before she turned to stroll away making sure she used her loose hipped swaying gait that men loved to watch. She smiled triumphantly as she headed in the direction of her hotel. She had been completely sincere with what she had told him. His call should be coming around five thirty when he was off work and headed home.

Light stared at the phone in his hand debating whether he should waste his time with the American tourist. He allowed a picture of her to form in his mind. Her golden brown hair that was straight and flowed down past her shoulders, her ruddy brown eyes, her ivory colored skin. He smiled when he remembered the freckles that covered her nose and tops of her cheeks beneath those alluring brown eyes of hers. She was not exceptionally beautiful, but she was definitely pretty. He did like the way she had looked at him with her doe like eyes. His mind's eye wandered further down her body to the memory of her gigantic breasts. Women here did not have breasts like that even with plastic surgery. He could tell they were natural too the way the bounced and swayed heavily when she moved. An uncomfortable throbbing hardness formed beneath his waist when he envisioned grasping her wide hips while she moved on top of him. Oh, yeah. He would definitely be giving her a call.

Hillie ignored the phone as it vibrated across the nightstand by the hotel bed. She continued drying her hair. She had just stepped out of the shower and was in no big hurry to answer his call. When seducing a man, a woman NEVER acts like she is waiting for him. Any hint of desperation strikes fear in the heart of a man; such skittish creatures who put up a false front of courage and self-assurance. Plus it would drive him crazy that she did not answer because she had assured him she would be waiting for his call. This statement implied that she would be sitting in great anticipation with phone in hand for him to decide to make her millennium and bless her with his attention. Oh, my master, my god. It was nauseating really. Five minutes later while she was inspecting the fine coating of freckles that had appeared on her skin from her time in the sun, her phone began running away on the highly polished surface again. He was more impatient than she had first thought he would be. She was expecting a fifteen minute wait before he tried again.

"Bitch!" Light exclaimed to himself, drawing stares from the people around him. 'Stop staring at me, you cretins. I'll say what I damn well want, when I want,' he thought to himself while returning their glares. He felt like throwing the phone and stomping it into a million tiny pieces of plastic and metal parts. She must be in the shower or something. There was no way she would be rejecting him. He would give her one more chance; the third time would be the last time however.

"Hello?" she answered finally.

"Oh, Miss Dayton," he called cheerily, masking his anger like any master manipulator. Maybe he would throttle her as she neared an orgasm. He did not want to kill her; he would not choke her all the way out. It was supposed to heighten the pleasure to bring a person to that point of almost blacking out and releasing them at the pinnacle of the orgasm. It would certainly heighten his pleasure. He could always write her name down in the…but no. He would just screw her a few good times and then allow her to return to America – land of the ignorant and home of the inept.

"Who is this?" she asked, breaking him from his reverie.

"Wh-What?" he stuttered in shocked disbelief. How could she not remember him? They had spoken barely eight hours ago and he was – he was Light Yagami, dammit! He had women falling all over themselves wanting to be with him and he wanted none of them. How dare she – ?

"Oh, Light!" she squealed excitedly. Hillie rolled her eyes and pretended to gag herself with her finger. "I didn't recognize your voice. I'm so sorry."

'This is more like it,' Light thought to himself with a self-important smirk tilting his lips. "Would you like to go out tonight? I can take you to dinner. You have to eat right?"

"Of course. Come pick me up at eight. Room six oh two at the Imperial Dragon Suites," she said, hanging up the phone.

Light stared at his phone as if it were a two headed monster. He was once again floored by her odd reaction. Did she just give him an order and hang up on him? What the fu –