Author's note: Okay, this was something that just kinda popped into my head about a week ago, so please forgive me for it's shoddiness. I know it's not nearly as good as my other stories.
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Yagami House Observation - Day 1 (Private Notes)
Even at home, do you not want to make yourself comfortable? I can see your shirt sticking to your back, & your arms; the thin layer of sweat on the back of your neck as you sit under that lamp doing your studies. Your mother urged you to go to bed nearly an hour ago. Overworking yourself might lead to sickness.
Watari didn't shirk at all on the price of these cameras. I can see the muscles in your shoulders moving with every pencil stroke. Watching you is very dislocating; like looking at an entirely different world. Do you know? No, of course you don't, that would be an absurdly keen observation.
All you do is sit there with your books; how is it, then, that you are so much more intriguing than the rest of your family? The other families I am observing? Is it the mystery? Your young allure? This could become a late-night addiction of mine. Quite unprofessional of me.
There's something in the way you move. It's very cat-like; smooth, like a silent hunter, though hunting nothing. Even when you hesitate, I find myself drawn into that contemplative look on your face, those golden eyes that contrast so well with the rest of the Japanese populace. You undress so slowly, glancing at your window, even though the blinds have been shut for hours. You lie with the covers down around your waist, your bare chest exposed to the warm air that flows from the air vent that contains the very camera I'm watching you on.
Are you trying to entice me, Raito?