AN: This was an experimental writing style. The rest of the story will be in past tense.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters.
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She moves fluidly. That is the first thing he notices about her as she enters the room. She is rather short and thin; she looks a lot younger than she really is. Her hair is long and unkempt and she keeps brushing it out of her eyes. Her eyes. They are moss green and large. Too large for her face in fact, giving it an unbalanced quality and adding to her young appearance.
She is not beautiful. Her delicate frame and large eyes could let her pass as pretty, but she lacks certain key aspects of beauty. Her eyes are not framed by long lashes nor does she have a body only supermodels achieve. Her hair is brown, but it's thin and rather nondescript in it's color. Mud brown even at its best, never chestnut or mahogany. Despite all this, there's an ethereal quality to her. She seems like she could easily be a model for a fairy or elfin girl. Her features are a bit inhuman, a fraction unearthly.
Eira Griffith. An obviously Welsh name. She is about 18 or 19 years old- neither she nor anyone else is really sure of her age. She dresses simply, a t-shirt and jeans, and her only jewelry is a silver bracelet. However, her expression reveals her anxiety and possibly the reason for the rumpled clothing.
"Why don't you sit down?" One of the men offers her a chair. She stares at him uncomprehendingly for a moment, before taking the seat. Her body is present, but her mind lags behind. She scans the room and notices his stare. Rather than looking away, she stares back. There is a determination there, behind her eyes. Finally, her eyes flicker away and, noticing everyone else, she looks down. She nervously tucks her hair behind her ear.
She reminds him of the past, dusty books, and of mysteries unknown. She seems as if she would be more at home in a different era. The rush and fast pace of the present does not suit her, unlike his cold, modern demeanor.
She nervously glances up and notices eyes on her feet, which barely brush the carpet. Eira turns red and scoots forward on her seat until her feet are planted on the ground. She fiddles with the edge of her shirt and mumbles, "I had a small growth defect." Her comment successfully diverts all eyes and fills the room with an awkward silence.
No one says anything, and he itches to start the questioning. But, he promised to merely observe for the first session. Finally, Chief Yagami clears his throat and begins.
"We're going to have to ask you a few questions. If you feel uncomfortable answering any of them, please tell us and we'll move on to the next."
Her eyes quickly dart around to all the different faces in the room. They return to Yagami and she nods.
As the questioning begins, he notices her nervousness ebb slightly. She looks confused when the sweets are brought in and he's the only one eating them, but she doesn't comment. She's shy and soft-spoken, and she has to be asked to speak up a few times. Most of the time, she keeps her eyes down and rarely meets anyone else's. When she does look at someone, they tend to look away first. He can't think of why, though he only sees her profile from where he's seated. Before he realizes the answer, the questioning has ended and she is escorted out.
Then he sees. She's shy, but the interview proved something very important about her. She's intent on Kira's capture, and that resolute hardness leaked into her expression when she looked at someone. That unfaltering decisiveness was frightening because it reminded him of the one they were trying to capture. Both were ready to sacrifice whatever got in the way of their goal. They were running towards each other at full speed and couldn't care less what they ran down on their way.