she doesn't need to wonder about Kira.
Oggetto
| I hear what you're saying and I know I should know |
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"How's that eighteen year old boyfriend of yours?" There's the scratch of pen on paper, the soft echoes of classical music from the sound system on the far right.
Her eyes lazily lend on her brother as she stretches on one of the couches in his office (well, no, not office, he has couches and a TV set with some intricate speakers and the surface is almost half of the entire fifteenth floor, but for all intents and purposes, it is an office – she knows how much he charges his clients, he can certainly afford it).
Her brother won't call her a cradle robber to her face, but she can certainly read between the lines.
"He's fine." As fine as an eighteen year old mass murderer, studying full time and juggling two other women and a needy Shinigami, can be, anyways. "How's your wife?"
Her brother has no physical reaction, he's very good at controlling his micro expressions, but she hardly needs to look at him to know she's hit a nerve.
"Ex-wife." He corrects, although she'd argue that the divorce papers need to be signed before calling her that. "She's the one caught cheating with an intern and I'm the asshole because I won't give her the penthouse."
It's said more factually than emotionally. Her brother's choice of bride had always been a sore point to the rest of their family or, as her sister would put it plainly, 'she's a gold-digger'.
"She sees her children three days every two weeks, but cancels the first chance she gets if her boyfriend wants to fly her to Macau." Her brother continues, this time with a sigh. Yes, it is unfair to her niece and nephew. "Thank you for looking after them by the way."
She nods her head at him as he shoots her a look. She hardly needs to be coaxed to look after her niece and nephew, but memories of last weekend remind her –
"Big brother, what do you think about that detective L?" Even at her work, people are speculating about the detective and about…
But she doesn't need to wonder about Kira, especially since she knows how he likes his coffee and his eggs in the morning and shares a bed with him on most nights.
"You mean the one who used some decoy to lure out Kira on national television?" So even her brother figured it out. "The mysterious, elusive detective who never shows his face and hops around the world only solving the cases he chooses?"
"Yep." She pops the 'p'.
"I think he's some bored, rich, most likely orphaned, immature teenager who has too much time on his hands, an odd sense of justice and read too many comic books growing up." She snorts. "I mean, the whole thing sounds a tad Batman-esque to me."
"Maybe he has some Alfred with him." She continues, amused. "Some old guy who raised him and acts as a butler, polishing the bat mobile."
Her brother snorts under his breath and for a second there's the scratch of pen on paper and the sound of classical music in the background.
"I'm hungry." She announces. "What are we eating?"
Her brother throws her a stack of takeout menus.
a/n: an interlude of sorts, because I like to explore Eden's relationship with her family. Next up, more L and maybe a bit of Light. As always, thank you for reading and your feedback. I hope you enjoyed, take care of yourselves and I'll see you next time xo.