#22 Sand
She felt like she ought to be… sad.
Misa wasn't entirely sure why, kneeling there in one of the data-bank storage rooms of L's building…
What was L's building, It wasn't now. The dead can't exactly claim ownership of anything.
Why did she have to be sad again?
Come to that, why was there a pool of sand in the middle of the floor?
Well, maybe it was sand. It was a little too shiny for sand, and it smelt of copper. Maybe it was rust. Maybe one of the computers was going wrong and falling to bits.
She dipped one finger into the strange substance and began to draw shapes.
So, L was dead. Light-kun had told her that he was going to take over, and they would move in together in this building.
Maybe she was supposed to be sad that L had died?
No, that couldn't be it. She really didn't like him that much, and while she was sorry he was gone, it was hardly a reason to cry.
Besides, his death meant that Kira could continue his good work through the world, and no-one could stop him now.
So why was her heart hurting?
Why did she feel all sore and empty inside?
And why were tears racing from the corners of her eyes and splashing into the glittery substance, sending twinkles fluttering through the air?
It didn't make any sense why the mere sight of this pile of weird ashes had made her fall to her knees and cry softly, away from the police who were even now frantically cleaning the main office.
None of them had told her anything about what happened, only that Kira had got L and Watari.
But that made no sense, because wasn't Light Kira?
And he didn't have a…
She shook her head. It was all so confusing. Better she just keep smiling and doing what Light said, if she did that, Light would love her and everything would be all right.
Slowly she rose from the ground, traces of the stuff that wasn't sand or rust stuck to her skirt and stockings. She brushed it off as best she could with her hands and turned to the door.
Misa
She froze.
Something, maybe a voice, on the edge of hearing…
Don't…Evil…Light.
And then it was gone. Fallen from hearing like grains of sand between fingers.