Synopsis: Blindness is only seeing what one wants to see.
Blind Spot
There is none that is as blind as they that won't see-Jonathan Swift
Human are strange creatures. But a human teenage girl is even stranger, Remu thought to herself as she hovered over Misa's shoulder. That blonde haired girl was doing something strange – she was plucking out the rose petals one by one from its stem while chanting repeatedly, "Raito-kun loves Misa, Raito-kun loves Misa not, Raito-kun loves Misa…"
Remu had been watching the blonde girl doing that for quite a while as if it was some kind of ritual until she finally broke the silence and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
Misa stopped momentarily and turned to look at the shinigami, eyes wide with surprise.
"What? Remu doesn't know?"
The clueless shinigami shook her head slowly. Was it something she was supposed to know?
Misa cupped her mouth and giggled. "Remu is a girl, no? Every girl would know."
"I'm a shinigami, not human."
"Opps, Misa kept forgetting that." Misa stick out her tongue out sheepishly.
"You still haven't explained to me what were you doing."
"It's simple. Misa will start off with plucking the first petal and say, 'Raito-kun loves Misa', then the second petal 'Raito-kun loves Misa not' and repeat this alternately until the last petal. The last petal is most important. Misa will get to know whether Raito-kun loves Misa then." Misa explained.
"Huh? Why does Misa needs to do that?"
Misa let out a long sigh, shoulder slumped dejectedly.
"Misa just want to know that Raito-kum loves Misa for sure."
Just then, someone knocked on the hotel room's door.
"Misa, it's me." Misa recognized the voice at once.
"Raito-kun!" Misa exclaimed. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree as if Santa has come knocking on her door.
She dropped the rose that she was holding, bounced off from the bed and ran towards the door. Just before she opened the door, she paused in front of the mirror momentarily to check her reflection. True enough, it was her Santa who stood in the doorway. However this Santa was dressed casually in black shirt and khaki pants, hands in his pocket, with no gift to offer her. But she was delighted enough to see him all the same.
Upon seeing him, she threw her arms or rather herself at Raito affectionately. Raito took a step back in anticipation to offset the momentum of her weight. He didn't hug her back.
"Misa misses Raito-kun so much."
Raito's eyes were hid under his bangs and his expression was unreadable as always.
"Misa, listen to me carefully…"
Another plot. Another lie. And Remu wasn't interested to hear all that.
She sighed and glanced over her shoulder to the bed that was still covered with rose petals. She didn't think she understands human at all and she probably never would. But she knew this: even a blind man could tell Raito doesn't love Misa. And she suspected Misa knew it too.
In the end, Misa had used the rose petals for bath. She never really bothered to finish her little ritual. Even if she did, she would have gotten the same answer - the answer that she wanted after all.
Misa had counted the petals before she even started plucking them.
End