Killing Time: Ill hearted.

Chapter two: Wicked Game

As Mimarin walked inside the airport accompained not by Susa but, Watari who greeted her with a humble bow and she returned his gesture with a slight nod. Her lips slightly quivered in chill of morning's air, a tingle shivered up her spine when she first enter the air port's lobby that was full of murmmers and buzzes from the different tones of others' voices. The girl lowered her head, somehow she always manged to atrack people or a person's gaze, she waned her way through the bodies with Watari holding her arm. (Listening to One word!)

Ryuzaki stood by the windows, watching the planes take off and land with Light leaning against a pole near by. Some people laughed and asked what the handcuffs were for, one of the two would say a psychological experment for To-oh univeristy. Matsuda had to stay behind because if any thing happens but, the real reason is that he might freak when he sees her in person and might cause a panic within the other passgers or soon to be passgers (and also he's special like that. We luv you Maddy!) Watari lead Mimarin over to the other's Light noticed her before anyone else did, or maybe Ryuzaki noticed her reflection but didn't decide to turn around.

"Here we are Sir." Watari gestured to Mima who just stared at her shoes, being shy wasn't uncommon with her.

Light smiled, "Konichiwa Mima-san." He gave a slight bow.

Mimarin looked up at him and thin trail of pink crossed her cheeks, "Oh...Hello." Wow...What a cute guy...Who's he?

Light still smiled at her, a friendly smile for she was appearing quite cute with her shyness. Ryuzaki just kept staring out the window, watching her reflection...And Light as well. "Hello, L." She said, with a slight hint of bordom in her voice. "You knew I hated flying..." she huffed. Without warning Ryuzaki turned around and... Gave her a tackle hug which knocked wind out of her, the two almost went crashing to the floor but, Light -chan ended up in the floor instead for the sudden thrust forward. L and Mima cuddled for awhile, being away from eachother for long periods of time and unable to cross oceans of time to trace their fingertips together. The group just smiled warmly at this intimate scene between Ryuzaki and Mimarin for L seemed more human than his werid antics lead on, it was almost like the youth before them was different then the one they are already aquinted with.

"Oh...Yeah. I almost forgot to give this to you!" Mima laughed slightly, pulling out a container from her mini- duffle bag of a purse and handed it to L.

Soon as Ryuzaki cracked the container lid a most wonderful aroma began to fill the atmosphere, and a crooked smile began to spread across L's mouth, the tip of finger barely carassing between his thinly drawn lips. "This is quite fresh Mima-chan...When did you bake this?"

"Umm, well..." The girl scatch behind her right ear. "Sometime early this morning, I kept waking up repeatly so I decided to stay up and pack and when I was through with that I nothing better to do so-" Mima was cut off and off guard with Ryuzaki's sudden kiss. Light couldn't help but have a slight mixture of shock and disgust on his face, but no one notice everyone else was in shock too.

Mima kissed L back but, she had to tip toe first. After a fraction of second she was back on her feet and gave a soft sigh, and Watari just smiled. The two (when together in their physcial bodies) usually do not show public affection, it was one of their first rules but, now it was broken because of the aching sickening need that plagues all humans. NOT EVEN FIVE MINUTES LATER...The two love birds were aurging over evolution and somehow it turned into the Kira case...It went something like this.

"Well, I don't believe that." Mima huffed, crossing her legs and arms. Slightly glaring at L from across the seat.

L didn't look fazed at all, his index finger stuck inside his mouth. "But, this matter is different from faith. Fact is not about believeing, fact is not on debate. Fact is truth and the truth out shines all the golden lies eventually." Light just watched from L's right side, watching Mima with almost cat like eyes. She didn't act like the other girls or even Misa, Mima body language was quiet different.

The girl slightly parted her lips, her eyes cast down so that on- lookers would only see her glistening lashes. "But...You have to believe with all your body and soul for that ''fact'' to be true...Believeing is knowning and knowing is believeing. Like...Kira..." Mima said each word tenderly and softly...Not like how she spoke before. Her lips carassed each word with her tounge before shattering the slience with a flow of words that grasped the listener's chin in thin pale hands, the fingers and palms trailing upwards to gently massage the ears.

"Kira..." L repeated the name, quiet intriged with her sudden mention. "Now tell me why Believing is like Kira? Hmmm."

Light crossed his arm slightly he would like to know too...Maybe even more. A feeling strid within him, prickling the inside of his gut everytime her soft voice mention Kira,...Kira...Kira.

"Kira...Kira..." She whispered, as if calling his name...Like he would answer. "He wouldn't do...These..Great...but, terrible things...If he didn't believe it were true. True...To murder people. But He believes...He knows that he belives what he does is right. And it's up to the people to debate over Right and wrong, good and evil. And...Well...It comes down to three types for the belivers of Kira.

The first type is someone who is afraid of Kira. Two is someone afraid of the those Kira punishes for their sins. And three is someone who's been scarred by those sinners. But there is also different types for... the humane side." Mima sighed the last three words, shifting her legs and resing her hands in her lap. "The first is those who are totally against Kira, two is those slightly grateful to Kira but, still believe strongly against Kira's methods of excuetion. And the third is the ones fearing and loathing of Kira but will never stand up against him. Same goes with the believers, just ride the wave to a new world order..."

"A Wicked game". Light added, shifting his legs to being cross legged and his arms also crossed.

"Yes...Very." L said, speaking softly. His eyes on Mima who only stared out the car window.

So many memories filtered through her mind, times of tradegy that bestowed the her and her family and times that she find herself crying at night in the safety of her covers and pillows that drowned her screams of anger and sorrow. With a swift gesture of love that shattered and swept the saddness away into warm and gentle arms, those moments of tender soft kisses.

But all those memories didn't matter anymore, the past didn't matter anymore but neither did she forget some of them while her fingers twisted and knotted themselves. They didn't matter but they wouldn't be fogotten so easliy and so quickly.

That was the truth.

A fact.

Believed or not, memories don't just simply disappear they are just not remembered, un-noticed.

Until they suddenly errupt with a flood of emotions attached to them, leaving mind grieving and in agonizing pain.

A truth about the mind's own wicked game.