Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter Two: Pride (Vanity)
A/N: Two out of Seven Chapters.
Pride (Vanity)
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Misa Amane knew she was a pretty girl. Misa Amane knew how others perceived her to be. Misa Amane knew she had brains and was well ready to use her smarts when called to do so. Misa Amane also knew that dedectives were often lonely. Yes, she knew this quite well.
She may have been able to fool the chief that she was an innocent girl who only wanted to love his son. She is able to make Matsuda so smitten with her, that he can only be sure of her innocence in the entire situation. She even fools Light, who sees her as a puppet, a mere doll that needs an extra pair of hands to make her move, speak, think.
L took glee and pride in the fact that he knew better. Oh yes, how he knew better.
He saw through her, probably the only male in the entire world to see and study her in more ways than to just fantasize. The smiles she gives are well rehearsed. They are timed perfectly and effectively hide what she wants to hide. He smiled to himself. Yes, he was the only one who knew. The only one who saw.
"Ryuuzaki-san, where is Light-kun?" she asked with her bell-like voice.
"Ah, Misa-san, Light-kun is with his father...he will be back," he answered cryptically. Misa stared and finally walked over to a chair.
"Hmm, now Misa Misa is sad," she frowned.
Lies...
L smiled once more, the expression on his face making the pretty blonde uncomfortable. That he knew. Because he knew her more than anyone else in the world knew her.
"Ryuuzaki-san is a pervert," she declared. His face scrunched up in mock hurt.
"And why is that, Misa-san? Not that you haven't declared this before." His fake innocence was just as good as hers.
"To stare at Misa Misa like that...you're a pervert, Ryuuzaki-san," she turned her head, her eyes still looking at him through narrowed slits.
"I do not know what you mean. Does Misa-san not like it when I look at her?" he tilted his head, his black eyes locking with her azure ones. "Misa-san is very pretty and many others stare at her. Why does she not like it when I stare?"
"I just don't like it!" she declared before closing her eyes tightly and hugging her knees to her chest, like an annoyed child who is pestered by a sibling.
L grinned smugly. Lies, he repeated in his head.
Because he knew she was lying, and she was good at it.
It was only too bad (for her) that he was L.
Because above all, L took pride in the fact that he knew how to read people so well.
And it helped that Misa was a book that was so easy on the eyes