I never thought I'd be writing BxNaomi again, but my sister requested this. So - here you go. I'm now going to ask very nicely for reviews. Please may I have some reviews? Please?
I'll try to update Who We Are and Apology soon, but some new oneshots may come first. (Hint: reviews would help).
Thank you for your time, and I hope you enjoy this.
~ FairMaiden333
Disclaimer - I never said I owned Death Note! I deny it! I deny everything! Including my denial!
I Never Said
The cruelest lies are often told in silence. ~Adlai Stevenson
"Are you scared?" Naomi had blurted out to Ryuzaki the day before everything fell apart. She'd bitten her tongue the moment the words had left her mouth. What an idiotic, unprofessional thing to say. What will he think of me…? And wondered when the dark-haired detective's opinion had started mattering so much to her.
Ryuzaki showed no undue surprise at her sudden question. He considered for a few moments, his head to one side, before his eyes met hers. "You know, Misora, I don't think I am," he'd answered calmly. "I've always found that when I'm concentrating on something like this, my - let's call it my sense of purpose - really leaves no room for any other emotions."
(Damn it, I'm so stupid, why didn't I see it then, why didn't I guess what he was planning…)
(Did I let something slip then? Could she see past the lie, see the emotions that would never go away completely, even on that final day, whenever I looked at her?…)
"Be careful," Ryuzaki had told her, and she'd hesitated, opened her mouth as if to reply, and then closed it again, choosing to nod instead. "…I'll see you later," he'd said then, and she watched his back disappear through the door.
(Thank God I caught myself, that I never told him that he'd come to mean - something to me, something more than a partner - at least I didn't make a fool of myself in every possible way. At least he doesn't know I still can't sleep through the night because I can't stop thinking... replaying everything he said.)
(I can only hope that she never guessed, she never saw… It's bad enough as it is, alive after all the time I spent planning my death, and L shoving me into a stinking prison without even acknowledging my existence… I don't think I could stand the humiliation if she of all people knew how I felt about her.)
"See you later, Ryuzaki," she had said quietly after the door closed behind him.
(If I ever see him again - no. That is not something I'm willing to do. There would be no point, and the bastard would only laugh at me…)
(The laughs and taunts from the prison guards are enough to deal with. I couldn't - can't - take any more. If she ever - oh God, not that. Anything but that. I can deal with Hell - just as long as I never see her again.)
