97 Home
Strange how one word can mean so many different things, even when it only really means one. Rem never would understand human's reasons for creating words that didn't really have a definition. She tried asking Misa what 'home' meant and the little blonde creature had laughed.
She'd chirped, "Well it's where you live, silly."
Rem had blinked calmly, and answered, "So, yours is this apartment?" she nodded around the dark room, in which everything seemed to be covered with lace or cobweb decorations.
Misa pouted in confusion, then shook her head, "No, no, my home is right next to light… sorry, I guess that wasn't the best way of describing it." She frowned and bit her pretty peach lips. "What do you call the shinigami realm?"
Rem shrugged. It was a delicate operation with her wings. "I can't pronounce it in human. In shinigami it sounds like this;" she cooed out a stream of the shinigami language.
Misa winced at the garbled sound that, to her, always sounded a little like a hundred people groaning in pain. "Does that mean anything like 'the place I feel like I belong'?"
Rem shook her head. "It's more like 'the place I come from.' That's what home means, then? The place you feel you belong?"
Misa nodded, smiling now. "Exactly, Home doesn't even have to be a place, it can be a person." She sighed dreamily, leaning her head on her vanity table, blue eyes glazed with a far-off dream. "I live here, but my home is anywhere Light is."
Rem fixed her great golden eyes on Misa's reflection, and knew precisely where she belonged.