Light's beautiful eyes are fixed on the computer monitor and Misa is watching him, lounging on the couch. He looks good like that (always), Misa has to admit. He's so intense. He has focus. You can tell that he's thinking at the speed of his name, making a hundred connections and brilliant plans in seconds—always ready for anything, always in control.
What's that he's looking at—ooh, he had better not be e-mailing that little bitch Takada!—no, no, it looks like the news again. Light is always in the news, but no one ever knows it's him. Misa wonders what that must be like—she's in the news sometimes, but it's always "MisaMisa this, MisaMisa that, Misa Amane announces release of new movie in the fall." She gets recognition, although it's not like she cares about them. If she could—
--she wishes that Light would look at her sometime.
Give her as much attention as…
…He's staring at the computer and she's staring at him. She has shinigami eyes, though. She's good at looking at things. Maybe not seeing, but looking, looking she can do—she can concentrate on what she loves most; isn't that what she's been doing this whole time? Right? Hasn't she been doing okay on that?
She aims her eyes at the back of Light's neck as it slopes down to his shoulders, willing her glance to touch that small space of bare skin.