Once, twice he kissed her lips, putting on a show for the security cameras. Nothing romantic, just a simple peck, while the second touch lingered for a millisecond longer. It was all strategic, all in the plan. Misa hushed her giggles and walked away, more like a skip, pink in the cheeks as the other strode off in the opposite direction. It was all a private joke with an oncoming punch line.
Clicking noises against stainless linoleum floors echoed through the long hallway came from the hard heels of his shoes. The scenery morbidly reminded him of a hospital with the corporate colors that were supposed to disguise it as a normal building. Thankfully, it lacked the sickening scents of chemicals and occasional death. The door opened for him down the hallway from inside the surveillance room by the hand of Touta Matsuda. The mans face held an excitedly eager expression, much to the approaching male's dismay.
"Light! Misa-Misa looked so happy walking away!" exclaimed the youngest of the Task Force members, besides Light himself, in an tone of awe. His smile only widened at the victim of this verbal 'assault' small smile in return, nervous as it was. "Congratulations! You're such a good boyfriend!" This conversation was making it seem like something much different. Faintly, it was as if Matsuda was imagining himself as the 'lucky' girl herself, and what he would like in a boy. Disturbing in the least.
"Matsuda, that's quite enough. We have enough work to do, without your blabbering enthusiasm about my sons girlfriend." Soichiro Yagami's tone was as gruff as ever, thick with exhaustion at trying to deal with both this case and the man that was a identical in energy as a wind-up toy at its gear being turned to the maximum amount. "Take off your mental tiara and get back to work." He rubbed at his receding hairline that was beginning to streak with the early signs of old age.
Matsudas face fell a little. "O-oh... Sorry Cheif-- Deputy Director, I mean." His facial expression could be described as comical.
Finally, Light spoke up. "You called us all here, Ryuzaki?"
The man that had been perched in a black computer chair like an exotic bird, one arm wrapped about the knees that pressed into his diaphragm, deep ebony hair as messy as ever, and a bony hand twirling a spoon in a tea cup of bone china, raised his voice as well. "Ah, yes." And said no more as he sipped at coffee that was sweetened by over a dozen spoonfuls of pure sugar. Apparently, he had never heard of Splenda before, or the word 'diabetes'. His words failed to continue even after noisily slurping the whole contents.
To the annoyance of the group gathered there.
The only brunette shifted his stance, crossing his arms over a chest clad in a green turtle neck that hugged the lank form, one hip jutted out from this particular foot placement. "Well, Ryuzaki, the explanation?" he questioned a bit icily, patience thinned by a lack of attention to his previous inquiry.
Though the one known as Ryuzaki raised his head and cocked it back at a strange angle, he didn't speak. As if to spite the other, he placed a cube of sugar into an open mouth and sucked on it with his tongue wrapped tightly around it. No room for manners of course, which rose the effect of a huffing noise, followed by the clearing of a throat.
"I will be temporarily leaving for a short amount of time." A simple answer of course. "Yagami-san shall be in my stead until I return. That is all. "His head swiveled back to the screens in dismissal.
"The Kira investigation isn't even close to being solved. We have no suspects, and Kira has been killing once again with a vengeance. You can't just go off on some holiday, Ryuzaki," stated Aizawa rather angrily. This was all getting nowhere in his opinion. "We should all remain here and work on this case, and arrest this damn murder! Priorities should come first before others!"
The Deputy Director nodded, continuing the argument with his own support. "I agree, Ryuzaki. The sooner we capture Kira, the sooner we can all relax. Dismissing the case for a second, even--" He was cut off by a voice speaking from the largest screen, that a moment before had went white with a W printed in dead center. Watari.
"L, the departure is in ten minutes."
"Of course, Watari."
The screen flickered back to camera footage.
Awkwardly, Ryuzaki stretched one leg out, and with a smack, one foot hit the floor with enough force to send the rest of him upwards and forward. The sight was familiar to a rather confused and uncoordinated flamingo. In a stance of a hunched over back, like it held the weight of the world on his bony shoulders, and countless circles under big black eyes from insomnia that stretched over a lifetime without sleep, the world's greatest detective gave an uncharacteristic yawn, probably a fake. "The thought of long travel tires me out."
Unrealistic.
The room just stared, still in the heat of the argument. Even as the raven-haired male dug his skeletal hands deep within his jean pockets, and shuffled to the door, they said nothing. Even as the door closed with his departure, still they said nothing.
Later on in the evening, Light Yagami found himself sitting in one of the hotel rooms on a plush couch across from his so-called girlfriend, Misa Amane. A plate of assorted sweets and snacks sat on the glass coffee table between them. The brunette relaxed in his seat, arms crossed behind his head, one leg propped up comfortably upon the other, whilst the blond was talking spasmodically about her day. Oh, she had done this with so-and-so, and that with him, and this with her, and went to there with them, blah blah blah. He nodded at the appropriate times, and took an occasional snack off of the ornate tray set upon the table before them every few minutes. Just waiting, just... passing the time. Glancing at his watch in a casual fashion, inwardly he smiled. Victory was his in just twelve more seconds, eleven now.
Ten.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Oh, he just couldn't stand it!
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One...!
A sudden choking sound was emitted from in front of him, and his vision snapped upwards to focus on the wheezing figure. There was Misa, struggling to breathe, with noises of internal strangulation. As she heaved and clutched her throat, looking around desperately for her one-sided love with wide eyes, streams of red began to trickle down her already lipstick-red lips in a steadily gaining flow. Indents were apparent on the sides of her neck, and with the constant contraction of the muscles that were fighting to pass the obstruction, the problem was worsening.
More and more blood began to drip not only from just her mouth, but from the holes the toothpick that had been lodged there had made. But it was being gurgled now like mouth mash, choked upon. The woman's eyes had already rolled back into her head with the beginning of convulsions.
And he did nothing. Just stared with a faux look of horror until she slid off the couch, clutching her throat in her final moments with a vice grip. Jumping up, he scooped her into his arms, yelling. Frantically yelling for the cameras, for anyone that could 'help'! As his masterpiece was completed with the faint tremor of Misa's body before tensing muscles laxed and fell limp, he faintly wondered if she had known it was coming.
Kira did his best not to fall into a fit of laughter.
'Misa Amane
At 19:06 of November 5th, 2004, dining with her boyfriend, she chokes on a sweet that had a toothpick pinned in the middle, swallowing the toothpick as well. Gets this lodged in her throat and begins to choke and convulse, before the toothpick is shoved through both sides of her neck, causing blood to be formed in the throat canal, which is choked on. Dies at 19:09 from strangulation of her own blood.'