Mira watched him silently as he crept towards her, his feet seemingly gliding across the floor, each movement slow and deliberate. Her hands fiddled with the end of the book, messing around with the edge of the spine.

Raito's eyes darted across the room, their piercing stare finally falling upon Mira with a fixating look.

She drew back in fear of these intense eyes, biting the end of her lip. But all the while, not matter how frightening he looked she was some how drawn to him and because of that her green eyes never left his brown eyes, mesmerized in his stare.

Raito stopped right before her, straightening up his posture and retaining his over all regal look and atmosphere that practically choked her it was so prominent.
"You are now the owner of the Death Note." He said calmly, pointing at the cover. "It's written in English here for your understanding but if I'm not mistaken your mother is Japanese and your frequent trips to Japan have left you bilingual." When he spoke he pronounced everything in perfect English

She could feel her heart pounding, threatening to beat itself right out of her chest. Erupting from its fleshy prison and splattering on the floor, it continuing it's life only in small spasms and beating for only a few seconds more before it gives out. That's what it felt like to her, and when that didn't happen Mira was quite surprised, unconsciously patting her chest in reassurance. She didn't understand, couldn't comprehend what it was about him that made her feel this way.
Heat rushed to her cheeks, her face turning a bright red hue as he leaned in on her. Her breathing was short and ragged, straining to escape her lips.

"Uh-huh…" She replied dumbly, not even cursing herself for her stupid reply.
Raito smiled, his casual yet alluring smile that had captivated another girl in another time and now seemed to captivate this girl.

He wasn't about to reveal to this girl what or who he was just yet. He'd remain on a first name basis and for all he knew she might have thought him to be an angel, descended from heaven to solve all her problems. Sadly for her, he was the exact opposite of that.

Shinigami weren't even close to being considered angels.

"I want you to go to Japan if you will, meet up with a few people or I'm taking back the book." This time he spoke more forcefully than before, crossing his arms over his chest.
She tilted he head and said calmly. "Sure." It was sudden that reply but Raito had been expecting that. It was just like Misa. She was under his spell.

He smiled broadly, exposing rows of perfectly straightened and whitened teeth in a smile that w neither friendly nor threatening. It was like a smile a teacher gives you when you tell them a story; they're never really interested, just trying to act interested. That's how his smile was, but that didn't affect her in the least.

Mira patted her chest. It felt as if her heart had melted, seeping into the blood stream. But the faint beating reassured her that she still had a pulse, no matter how rapidly it was going.
She wasn't surprised at all surprised by her sudden interest in this mysterious person, wasn't in the least. She felt as if she was meant to be with him, like it was an act of god.

Kira was god. So it worked.

"Good, I want you there as soon as you can. And please, try to get there in a safe, legal way." He commented, backing up. It was odd he was expressing concern, but the girl did have his Death Note and she was his ticket to this world. He wouldn't drop her just yet, first he had to accomplish his goal, or mission so to speak.

And of course she had no idea what his goal or mission was, but only Raito knew that. And those devious plans would only come into use when he was thoroughly assured he could achieve his goal.

"I'll go tomorrow. Visit mom and head over to Japan. She offered just recently." She told him, setting the book down finally in her lap. He glanced at it then at her face, staring at her. "Good, I'm glad she offered you a job." But of course Raito already knew this. He already knew that Mira's mother was president of a big label modeling agency that was spread across the world. They were having a shoot done in Japan and her mother had been harping her constantly to apply and model for them. Every answer her mother had received had been a 'no' in various forms of course. She would be pleased with this sudden coming over to her side and gladly allow her daughter to travel to a foreign country where her grandparents still lived.
Raito had this all carefully planned out.
He knew who Mira has or will have contacts with and that was his first step in his over all accomplishment.

Misa.

"You must be the change you wish to see in the world." -- Mahatma Gandhi