Death Note 3

Ryusaki looked at her blankly, her emotions, and words taking no effect on him. His eyes where burning into her, even when they where blank. His face softened, like before… and he looked at her some more. She looked at him, with intense eyes, not speaking, keeping her breathing calm and even. To her, he appeared to be doing nothing interesting, but if you had known B, you would know that he was never doing "nothing".

"So, Ryusaki, why are you here?" Misora was the first to speak. In B's mind, she was the first to break. He smiled inwardly and let out a sigh.

"Haven't I made that clear? Guess not… I'm here to get YOU, Misora. Why do you think I killed HIM, why do you think I kissed you, why do you think I took your engagement ring? I couldn't make it more obvious!" he let out a big sigh that almost sounded like a scream, and slumped a little, just to put on a show. Misora looked at him like he was crazy, but she knew it wasn't exactly uncommon that these type of things happen, for example, a murder suicide for love, or a stalker who thinks "if I can't have you, no one will!" and that sort of stuff. She didn't know what to do. Take a chance with the door, or attack again? But she couldn't believe what she did next.

"So, Misora, do you think I'm sick? Or do you think it was completely crazy for me to risk it with the cops?" he smiled this time, looking vulnerable, "good actor, aren't I?" she walked up to him slowly, as to see he wouldn't do anything, then, slowly she looked into his eyes, trying not to look away she said,

"if you love me so much, why are you doing this to me?" he almost laughed but held it in.

"When did I say that I loved you, please, remind me?" he leaned down to her face, almost going cross eyed and said, "but I'm not denying it… "He wanted to kiss her again. But he kept in mind that this might be a trick, she had switched emotions so quickly, after all. He looked at her beautiful brown eyes; serious even when they were so close… he drew back slowly.

"No." Naomi Misora pulled on his sleeve and drew him back and he leaned down, now willingly and laid his bloody lips on hers. She couldn't have been more disgusted. His skin was dry and the smell of iron was on his lips. He started to wrap his hands around her, so she put her hands gently on his neck, so as not to hurt him. She had to come up with a plan. The window was right there. She could jump but it was too far down. The bathrooms window has a fire escape, and yelling for neighbors would be useless since we have none. She had to think of something quickly. She looked at the shattered window again, and looked at the pieces of glass and blood on the floor, thinking of how she had thought Raye was alive and sitting next to her on the bed. She didn't have one clue as to who it was next to her. If it where Raye she would have been happy and calm, but since it was not… well, you know how that turned out. She did not feel right in BB's arms. They weren't like the ones she used to know, warm, gentle, soft, and most importantly, they had been Raye's arms. She hated the position she was in, and she could only find one way to get away. She heard BB's breathing stop for a second and looked up, his eyes where wide open, not in a shocked or angered way but like he was going to stare at her for a minute without blinking. He could see her shock as she pulled away, her eyes darting around, and her eyes wide. He smiled and thought,

"I knew it. She's nervous about something… she must have been planning something and was going to attack when I looked at her. Misora, you are so predictable." But he knew that was a lie because she was far from being predictable. She was a spur-of-the-moment kind of woman, and at the same time, someone who knew what the consequences would be. Just like L. he smiled as she landed a kick on his face. He fell and looked up immediately as she dashed towards Raye Penber, his hand still outstretched towards her door. But then he saw her stop. He looked at her horrified. But it was where she stopped that feared him. She looked back at him, her hair blowing in the wind of the window in front of her. She looked at him blankly and looked down to the street below.

"Good bye, Ryusaki. This is my only option. I need to get out of here. Even if I die, I'll be with Raye." She looked at him, to make sure he hadn't moved. "And at least I'll be away from his murderer." She saw him start to crawl forward. She panicked at stuck a foot out onto the empty air. He stopped and looked at her, his walls down, he was breathing in panicked breaths, trying to speak.

"uhhn… don't…eh… do… this to eh… me, … please!" his eyes where wild.

"I guess he was telling the truth about coming here to get me, judged by his reaction." Naomi Misora thought, looking at him with distain.

"hwk hwk. How about no?" she said smiling cruelly, clearly imitating him. "I'm sorry I couldn't kill you." She looked into his eyes, "but I know this will hurt you more."

She jumped into the empty air. The smell of freedom clearing her mind, she smiled.

What do you think is going to happen! R&R please!