Chapter II: Requisition
"Light?"
The cold night wind danced softly in Light's hair, framing his malevolent stare.
He walked slowly, hands in his pockets, not one time taking his eyes off Amane's surprised, confused ones.
"Light? What are you doing here?" she asked tentatively.
He continued walking like he didn't hear her, and he knew that Misa is seeing through him, not daring to look at him directly. He was standing in front of her, still not saying anything. He leaned in closer, feeling Amane's breath on his face. It looked like he was about to kiss her.
Misa's heart was beating so fast she's having wild ideas about it jumping off her chest. She could smell Light, and was intimidated by the lack of personal space now inevitable in front of her. She could see Light's face moving closer still, his mouth was about to reach her trembling lips, but ever so slowly, Light tilted his face, rubbed his cheek against hers and delicately whispered in her ear.
"Did you miss me, Amane?"
But before she could answer, Light grabbed her arm so fast she almost cried out in pain. Rem, the Shinigami was about to intervene but Light tilted his head and the look on the young boy's face stopped her dead.
Kira.
Light dragged Misa away, leaving the Death Gods staring after them. Misa looked at Light incredulously, but he looked ahead with the same deathly stare he had given Rem.
Oh God what was happening?
She noticed that they were trekking the road leading to her apartment. She didn't know that Light even knew where she lived. They stood at the door, and Light stretched out his other arm and Misa knew that he was asking for her keys. She fished it out of her pockets, and Light opened the door. As soon as he did, he shoved her inside so quickly she felt her arm muscles protest against the sudden movement.
Light slammed Misa on the door as it shut behind them. His right arm was caging her in, and the light coming in was from the only window inside the room. She could not see his face, but she could feel his proximity eating her nerves to the core.
"Light? What are you doing?"
"I should ask you the same question, Misa."
"I don't understand." She asked quietly.
"Is that so? Well, congratulations, Amane, you actually managed to piss me off real good today."
"What? Piss you off?" She raised her voice slightly. She closed her eyes for a moment, and burst.
"You are unbelievable!" she screamed. "You always ignore me! You don't care about how I feel and now you're saying I piss YOU off? But that's what you want isn't it? You don't want me around! I know!" Misa shouted right in Light's face.
She is now staring directly at Light, her chest heaving and she can see that his stare had not changed. His eyes are still boring into hers, and she can feel tears threatening to fall.
Why does he not care? Why?
"Misa…" Raito called softly. It jolted her senses like static and she parted her lips slightly unable to make a sound.
"I don't like being ignored." He heard her gasp in shock. His left arm tilted her chin up, and he moved in closer, their thighs and chest touching.
"Nobody gives me the silent treatment, Misa. Remember that." Light's eyes have never shown more intensity, and Misa was melting under it. She fidgeted nervously and looked down embarrassed.
Light did not fail to notice her anxiety, and his hand still on Misa's chin, gently lifted her face upward again, and he saw that she was chewing on her lips to keep herself from crying. He chuckled softly. She's still the same, childish, loud, emotional girl that wants his affection so bad. She pouted at him, her brows furrowing.
"Stop pouting." Light said.
"Eh?" Misa said blushing.
"Stop pouting. Stop pouting or else I'll bite that lip hard." Light said.
But before she can change her expression, he saw Light close his eyes and screamed.
"Oh what the hell!"
Misa's eyes widened in shock as Light's mouth crashed viciously against hers – claiming, demanding, owning.
