Thats how L left her. She hadn't moved at all, but those phantom tears still dripped down her face.
At least he had gotten her to talk.
He returned the next day, to the suprise of the receptionist. " Are you here to see Ms. Amane again?" she inquired.
" Yes," he answered shortly. He had a package, wrapped in plastic wrap, held in his right hand.
" If you're bringing anything into the cell area, you have to show us what it is," she informed him.
" Cake. For Amane-san." He held up the package in the light of the desk lamp, and now she could see pink frosting through the plastic. He leveled his dark, shadowy eyes with hers. " Do you wish for me to unwrap it?"
" No, thats alright. I trust you. Okay, lets go." She walked around from the back of the desk, holding open the door for the detective as they entered the hallway. As they walked past the various cells, she turned back to him, reddening slightly. " I know that you are the person who caught Kira and Kira 2, but by chance do you like Ms. Amane? You have been awfully kind to her from what I've seen."
He dipped his head, slumping even lower than usual. His hair hid his face, and she could tell he was embarassed. "No. I am not infatuated with Ms. Amane."
" Ok," she said.
L could tell that she didn't believe him, but he decided not to argue; it would just make his feelings for Misa even more obvious.
Not that he had feelings for her.
" We're here."
L stepped past her, anxiously staring into the cell. He could see her knees, pressed tightly together. She hadn't moved at all since yesterday.
The door swung open, courtesy to the key being inserted into its hole. L immediately went into the cell, making his way to Misa.
" Hello, Ms. Amane," he said cautiously. For a moment, he was afraid that she wouldn't respond, that he would have to start from scratch. But her pale blue eyes slid up, looking at him in a way that he couldn't quite understand.
" I brought you something!" L winced. His voice sounded strained, not cheerful like he intended.
She stared at the floor once more, hands slack in her lap. L hesitantly stepped forward, taking one of them and placing the cake in it.
Just as expected, she didn't hold it and L had to take it back, clumsily unwrapping the plastic wrap from the pastry.
" Here you go." He offered the morsel in to her, but she ignored it entirely. L had a sudden flashback of when she had refused cake from him a few months ago, claiming that it would make her fat.
But that didn't seem to be the case this time. She didn't even seem to realize that it was there. Using his thumb and forefinger, L broke off a few crumbs from the cake. Leaning forward on the balls of his feet, he placed them at her lips. He pushed at the clump of crumbs, trying to propel them into her mouth.
" Please eat something. Please. You'll die!" L was astounded by how despaired his voice sounded. He took her hand, ice cold, into his own. " Please!"
Misa finally opened her lips slightly, permitting him to push the crumbs into her mouth. L could see the muscles of her jaw moving as she chewed.
He caught himself sighing in relief. L was prepared to feed her the rest of the cake to her this way, but she suddenly grabbed it from him, shoving in her face.
L was startled as he watched her ravenously consume the cake, the sound of her chewing soon becoming the only sound in the room. It was fascinating to see someone who appetite was most certainly not voracious consume food so quickly.
As soon as she finished, she wiped her at her mouth on her sleeve, glancing around his shoulder, looking for more food.
" Thats all I brought. Sorry," he said regretfully. He got to his feet, dusting off his jeans. " I will see you soon."
He walked out the door, glancing back at her hungry eyes before continuing down the hallway.
Two days later, Watari came into the computer room, holding a cellphone to his ear.
" Sir, I just got a call from the prison. They said that Ms. Amane is eating again.
L allowed himself a satisfied smile.