Understanding
Misa Misa's watching them, but they don't see her, and that's okay. She doesn't want them too. For once, she doesn't want any attention brought to herself.
Raito—Light, she thinks with a smile, he is the Light—and Ryuuzaki are arguing about the case; Raito once called it sparring, and at the time, she didn't know what he meant. But watching them, she thinks she might understand. She might understand them a little more as well.
It's not exactly arguing, as she had thought, but a game, like everything else has been in the past few months. A mental game—they're trying to see who can outthink the other, and the prize is simple: the knowledge that one has won.
They are sparring right now, and Misa finds it funny. They're so into it that they don't notice her presence just beyond the open door. But she notices how close they're sitting. They're leaning towards each other, to keep the sparring low, so no one in the other room gets distracted by it, but Misa can still hear some of what they're saying.
"No, if this Kira is the first Kira, then he's . . ." Ryuuzaki says, but Misa doesn't hear the rest.
"But it has to be," Raito says in defense of his theory. "He's still targeting those who . . ." Once more, the words are lost to Misa's ears, but she doesn't care. She just wants to watch, not listen.
Ryuuzaki leans in closer, and he whispers something apparently funny into Raito's ear, because Raito chuckles. Misa likes it when he laughs. "How Machiavellian." She doesn't know the meaning of that word, but thinks that it vaguely sounded like a book or fruit Raito had described as once. It had probably been a book, since, as far as she knew, Raito didn't talk much about fruits.
Ryuuzaki had the funny little smile on his face that she had only seen once before. He had been talking about justice and Kira at the time. Had said that Kira was not justice; true justice would always prevail. He had sounded almost sad then. She guessed he must be talking about justice now. And even though the smile was kind of cute, it was also a little odd. Probably because of who was smiling. But that made her happy; because she had seen a smile that she guessed few had seen before.
Misa watches as Raito stares at Ryuuzaki's smiling face. He looks entranced by it. Misa knows, because when she had first seen Ryuuzaki's smile, she had stared as well, feeling entranced. It really was cute.
And then something happens that she doesn't expect. But she isn't surprised.
Raito leans in farther, and captures those oddly—cutely—smiling lips. Ryuuzaki kisses him back. Misa watches, and maybe something inside—her heart—clenches, but she doesn't mind much. Misa isn't really surprised.
Because she has seen the way Raito sometimes stared at Ryuuzaki; with a look of total entrancement, such as the look he had worn when staring at the hunched detective's smile. With something like love. Somehow, she doesn't mind.
Maybe it's better if Raito loves Ryuuzaki. Then, she thinks, Raito will have someone who he really likes, and will love. Not like the small amount of almost fake affection he sometimes shows her.
But she won't give up.
She stands—when had she slipped to the floor?—and turns back down the hallway, smiling slightly. Raito could have Ryuuzaki for now, but she'll win him back if it kills her.
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You know, for a character I hate, I've written more drabbles about her (two) than any other character. oO;; Jeez, I'm weird.
Well, whatever, review, flame, do nothing in particular, just don't ignore me. Acknowledge this fic, whether openly or not, as existing.