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Ryuuzaki sighed, turning away from the screen. "You alright, Hikari? You don't look so good," he spoke, catching her gentle eyes with his captivating gaze. Her eyes diverted from his to the floor as she answered his seemingly worried question.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she responded, trying to reassure herself more than him, "I mean what can you expect after witnessing that?" she asked.
"Yes, I understand what you mean. I'm sorry if it scared you," he apologized, sounding sincere. She gave a smile as she raised her head, looking back into the mysterious eyes of the detective.
"It's ok, I understand why I couldn't know of the plan," she admitted, feeling guilty.
There was an awkward silence as the two looked at each other for what seemed like hours. The silence was broken as Watari walked toward them, "Ryuuzaki, Miss Tsubasa, I thought you might be hungry," he told them, setting a tray of sweets before them.
"Thank you," Hikari said.
"Oh, thank you, Watari," Ryuuzaki told him as he reached for a plate of strawberry shortcake, unaware that Hikari was reaching for that exact one as well. Ultimately, the two bumped into each other.
"Oh, I'm sorry--" Hikari apologized, pulling away from the plate. Ryuuzaki pulled away as well, looking to her.
"No, I apologize, ladies first," he said to her. She reached for the plate, a soft "thank you" escaping her lips as she pulled away. Her cheeks flushed as she looked down at the plate, not allowing him to see her blush.
He then reached for the other plate and began devouring the delicious dessert. Hikari's orchid eyes shifted to her left as she heard laughter. She turned her attention to the shinigami sitting in the corner.
"Seems someone has a crush on someone," Kaito said to her, snickering a bit afterward. Hikari's cheeks flushed even more and she looked at the shinigami, giving him that "zip it" look. He laughed at this and shook his head, "You're such an interesting person, Hikari," he replied to her actions. She quickly turned away from the shinigami, looking to her dessert. She quickly noticed her reflection in the cold, metal handle of the fork.
'Ok, Hikari, calm down,' she thought as she took a bite from the dessert, closing her eyes as she tried to regain her composure. She took another bite as she began to feel more comfortable. She opened her eyes, seeing Ryuuzaki was looking at her. She blinked, "Um, Ryuuzaki? Why are you looking at me?" she asked, starting to get a little creeped out.
"I'm amazed, here I am starting my third shortcake, yet you haven't even finished your first?" he said, pondering over his observations. Hikari sighed and shook her head.
"You really are a piece of work, Ryuuzaki," she commented.
"Yes, I'm aware of that," he replied, taking a bite of his dessert. Hikari started giggling. He looked at her, wondering why she was randomly laughing, was it something he said? He was confused, "Um . . . Hikari why are you laughing?" he asked. She stopped and took a breath to explain.
"You . . . have a whipped cream mustache . . ." she said between laughs. He wiped the cream off with his finger, licking it from his finger. Hikari shook her head.
"You're a very weird, yet interesting person, Ryuuzaki," she told him.
He finished his dessert, wiping the remnants off of the plate with his finger and licking it off, "Yes, well you aren't so bad yourself, Hikari. In fact . . ." he began to admit but stopped.
"What?" Hikari asked, wanting him to finish his statement.
"Oh, nothing, um, never mind," he said, turning away from her and toward the tray to grab something else to devour. He sighed as he thought about what he was just about to say to her, 'I could possibly be falling for you.'
Leaving his thoughts he turned to Watari, standing off to the side of the room, "Watari, when will the others be arriving?" he asked, shifting the conversation.
"Any minute now, sir," Watari answered.
"Thank you," Ryuuzaki told him. He remained there, sitting in his odd position, completely silent as he waited for the others to arrive. Hikari stared at him, wondering just what was going through his mind and why he didn't finish his statement. She sighed then returned to finishing the shortcake.