DN: Love Me Not

"How big of a loser am I...?"

Mimiko would be up in her room. Laying across her bed as she wiggled her legs in a sort of mini fit.

"Eh. It's Friday and I have nothing to do."

Arching a thin brow as a soft white tail brushed lightly across her face. She would look down, lurching her arms out and grabbed the feline in her arms for an annoying little hug which the animal hated. Wiggling it's furry limbs with every claw reached out.

"Milkshake!"

The cat would squirm and flail until it was finally let go of. Leaping off the bed and then darting out of the door down the stairs.

"Mimi-chan!"

The voice of her mother could be heard calling for her from the bottom of the stairway. Mimiko groaned, now dragging herself off the bed as she peeked around the door frame.

"Yea?!"

"Someone is here to see you dear!"

"Hm? That's weird."

Unlike most girls, who would usually primp themselves quickly before answering the door. She would skip that whole routine and head down the stairs. She had no one to impress. Looking to her mother for a moment.

"Who is it?"

"Oh just one of your little friends from school. You should invite him for dinner. Your father won't be home till late and I you know how much I hate keeping leftovers."

"How many times do I have to tell you... -"

Mimiko sighed, now walking over to the door as she opened it and looked up.

"- ...I don't have friends."

"A pretty young girl like you with no friends? I just thought I was lucky to have gotten to you before anyone else had the chance."

Yagami Raito, the picture of perfection himself. Tilting his head a bit as he looked down at her with a fairly confused look on his face. Certainly the short mess he was looking at was not the same young lady he saw in school. The chin length dark brown hair was worn like a bird nest. A boy's white under shirt was worn instead of a girlish tank top which looked to have a weird shaped chocolate stain towards the bottom. And legs, if you could call them that instead of twigs, where overly exposed by what could be called ultra short shorts consisting of a navy blue cotton material. No, certainly this was not the same girl.

"Raito?"

"May I come in?"

Mimiko just nodded, stepping back as she let him in and would shut the door. Of course, her mother would be nosey and randomly stick her nose into the situation.

"Oh! Will you be staying for dinner young man?"

"Oh uh, well I uh..."

Sort of stammering over his words.

"No, he's not staying."

Mimiko saved. Now giving her mother an evil glare before going over to the stairs.

"Mom, this is Yagami Raito... he's my tutor for school."

It wasn't to be rude of course. Her mother knew how badly the recent death hit her daughter and would simply be trying to find a way for her young girl to move on. Though it did come as a shock to see the boy head up the stairs after her. Also, since he was easily excused as a 'tutor' and knowing well enough that Mimiko did excellently in her courses. But this would have to be explained later, dinner would burn if she did not tend to it quickly.

This was a little odd. Raito looked around the girl's room which... didn't look like a girl's room at all. At least it was nothing like any of the other rooms he's been in. Naturally decorated with light pastel colors with pretty little frilly things and all sorts of random girlish junk. No. This room looked as if it wasn't even painted. The walls where still white, the floors where carpeted with laundry and other things which seemed to catch his wandering eye.

"What do you want?"

She broke the silence first. Now sitting across the room at her computer desk. Which seemed to remind him of someone as he looked to see a plate of those horrific cookies and other assortments of junk food.

"Think smoothly. She's just a girl after all, a little bit of sweet talk and she's butter..."

Mimiko gave him a weird look, seeing that something had caught his attention. Off to the corner of her room was a pair of panties which seemed to stick out from the rest of the pile of dirty clothes.

"If you like them so much, you can take them..."

She would give a smart ass remark as she stood up from her chair. Raito would quickly shake that thought from his head as he looked back over at her.

"Sorry, I was just uh, wondering... how can you live in this mess?"

"Well, I'm still alive. So, pretty well I guess. Now what do you want?"

Giving a usual 'annoyed girl' stance. Crossing her arms as she locked up one leg and pointed her hip out. It was a sign to any of the male species that the female was bothered and meant business. Raito took note of this.

"To be with you of course."

"Huh?"

Certainly not the response she was expecting. Causing her arms to drop at her sides.

"I simply cannot keep you out of my thoughts. Since I met you the other day, you're all I think about..."

"I...am?"

"This is too easy. Girls are such saps for this romantic crap."

Taking by the lost expression on her face and the over all confidence he had in himself to sway the young female, this was a sign to move forward. Literally. Taking a step forward as he laid his hands on her shoulders gently. Looking down at her small stature gave him even more pride in his dominance over the girl.

"There is just something about you I just can't figure out... Please, let me know you. I'd be heartbroken if you turned me away..."

"Um...well, I uh..."

Suddenly, Raito was presented with that familiar burnt smell. Looking as a cookie was held up to his face. Glancing at her oddly as Mimiko smiled.

"Cookie?"

"These are the ones you baked?"

"Of course."

"Hold your breath and swallow. Remember last time when you insulted her cooking skills. If you want to gain anything, you must sacrifice something sometimes...even if it is your taste buds."

Reluctantly, yet as suave as can be, Raito leaned forward taking the cookie from her fingers into his mouth. Nearly impossible to chew the rock like confection, he was sure to chip a tooth. Managing to consume the thing, he offered her a sweet little smile. His hands moving down from her shoulders along her arms with a silk like motion.

"Did you like it?"

"Delicious."

"Really?"

"Every bit."

"...Liar."

"What?"

Mimiko would jerk herself away from his hold on her, now walking around as she opened the door of her room.

"You... want me to leave?"

"You're not here for a pure reason, you want something."

"Can she see through me so easily?"

A playful smirk would come by his lips, not even attempting to take a step out of the girl's room.

"Yes, I want you of course..."

"Don't give me that. As if I'd really fall for some pretty boy honor roll student of the month piece of crap like you."

"Ouch."

"Now just go already. My game has been idle for too long and my computer will freeze up..."

"What kind of loser stays home on a friday night playing computer games?"

Ah well. He probably shouldn't have pressed the issue further anyway. She was on to him apparently. Now heading towards the door he took notice that her hand was still placed on the knob. Ready to most likely slam the door shut in feminine angst once he left. Raito would move his hand up, laying it on her own for a moment as his eyes trailed back over to her.

"Kira never loses."

In a single motion, he pushed her hand away and shut the door as he held his back against it as if to prevent her from leaving.

"What the hell? Psycho?"

"She's good."

"I told you to get the heck out."

"You're repressing."

"Excuse me?"

"It's completely natural."

Making sure to be extra careful with his actions, Raito would take a cautious step towards her. Only to watch that Mimiko recoiled back with another step of her own.

"Don't you try to play psychoanalyst with me weirdo."

"I'm not playing. I'm truly just concerned for you."

"So that's why you're acting like a wannabe stalker?"

There where another few steps forward, and the usual repeated steps taken backward as she made sure to keep that little bit of distance between the two of them. Though her bed was not in her calculations as the back of her leg bumped into it causing her to fall backward.

"Back Ah-!"

Though it wasn't a life saving catch, unless she slept on a bed of nails, it was a catch none the less. Raito had reached his arms out just as she fell back and now was in a strange position with the girl.

". . ."

". . ."

"Will you back off now please?"

"Can we talk?"

"Are you going to let go?"

"Not until you listen."

Taking in a deep breath, Mimiko sighed and nodded. It seemed there was a point he was trying to get across and wouldn't leave her alone until said point was made clear.

"I know why you're being so withdrawn. I understand what you're going through..."

"Doubtful."

"I know what it's like to deal with death."

First off, his hands seemed a little too warm for a normal human being. Unless he was running a fever or something, or he could be the devil. Who knows.

"Will you please let go of me now."

"No."

"I'll scream..."

"Will you?"

". . ."

He's got a point. Though Mimiko did squirm a bit. He realized the awkward position of her back being arched like that was probably painful. And so, let her go slowly as she flopped onto her bed and stared up at him. Raito kept his position, standing right in front of her as he looked downward.

"Who do you think you are, coming to my house talking about death? You didn't even know me before just a few days ago. So don't try to act all sympathetic about my feelings."

"I'm not acting. It was Ryuga who told me about Edo."

". . ."

"Does that bother you?"

"He said he wouldn't tell anyone..."

Raito would watch closely as she began to bring her feet up onto the bed as she folded her legs and held her hands down in her lap.

"If it's any consolation, we're good friends. He wouldn't have told me other wise."

"That's besides the point."

"Is it really that big of a secret...?"

"It's not something a girl goes around bragging about."

"Of course not, but still...isn't it the reason you started school so late?"

"Yea, it is."

Finding she was more calmed, and at least talking now, he would move around and take a seat next to her.

"Was he good to you?"

"Extremely."

"What happened to him...?"

"Kira."

"You're certain?"

"I'm not an idiot... I've been following the murders for a little while now. I know Kira's style. Heart attacks."

"Certainly not an idiot...that's for sure."

"Edo was a healthy man. He went to the gym at least three times a week, ate healthy foods, and even had good hygiene. Not to mention, there is no history of heart failure or anything that could possibly lead him to have a heart attack like that."

"Maybe, it was just his time?"

Mimiko suddenly jerked her head around as her eyes shot up at him directly.

"His time? Are you serious?!"

"It's the way of the world, we live then we die...it just happens."

Now looking away from him, Mimiko would stare at the back of her door from her spot on the bed. Wiggling her toes a bit as the silence continued. Then, she'd take a bite of her lower lip and speak up again.

"To be honest, I used to be a total Kira supporter..."

This was certainly an ego boost for Raito. Giving a slight smirk while her attention was focused away from him.

"When I first heard about this so called 'judgement' he was placing upon people, I was really glad. Finally, someone was able to put into action what everyone had wanted to do themselves. I don't really agree with death...no one has the right to take another person's life but...in this day in age I guess it's the only way to get the point across y'know...?"

"Finally, someone who understands."

"Bad people, evil people...demons of the modern age where finally being tossed into hell by the hands of a true angel."

'heh' "Poetry..."

"But..."

"Ugh, here it goes..."

"Edo was taken away from me... My Edo. Gone now because of that same merciless angel who I thought was a true god. I wanted to meet him, and praise him for all the good he's done..."

Raito should probably speak up, less he risk making it look like he wasn't paying attention while silently listening to a Kira fan whom he lost.

"I'm really sorry..."

"It's alright. It's not like you killed him. Though, I do still kinda wish I could meet Kira...face to face."

"...What would you do if you did manage to see him?"

It was good to see that faint form of a smile slide across her face. He could admit that much. After listening to her story, and realizing his mistake earlier it didn't sit with him too well. Even more so now. Mimiko would turn her head, looking over at him again with that smile.

"I would pass upon him my own form of judgement."