CHAPTER 24
SPOON KISS
V'S POV
"Alright, let's try that again, from the top!" L ordered through the speaker.
"Tell me, Misa. Is it true that you once said you came to Tokyo in order to meet Kira—?"
"What?!" Misa gasped jumping back. I rolled my eyes. This has got to be the fifth time she took it too far! If it were me, I would not have had to practice; I would have just walked straight into that interview and nailed it first shot.
L groaned and spoke through the speaker again. "Misa, please stop over acting, it looks to cheesy not to mention fake."
"Huh? But I thought that was a realistic performance," she argued, pouting her lips.
"Just do it again," L groaned back.
"Whatever you say, oh so great director." Her voice was, as always, childish, and she pawed her hands in front of her, as though to praise him.
L took the speaker away from his mouth. "If you don't get serious about this, I'll kick you," he threatened, but Misa took no assault to his words, instead, she smiled evilly.
"No you won't! Because I have V as a friend, and she could beat you on her worst day." All eyes were on me, and I shrugged with a smirk.
"She is correct, I could." Not that I ever would, I added mentally. Misa cheered and clung to my arm.
"YAY!" I started to wish I had said the last part out loud.
"Misa," I began, slowly unwinding her arms. "This is a very serious thing we are dealing with here."
"Yeah, I know."
"Yes, I know you do, but you need to fully understand that if you do not do this right, Light and I could die." I did not bother adding L; she did not care for him, so why would she care if he died? "So, our lives are in your hands, you need to do this, and L knows what way is best, so please listen to him, and stop overacting."
She gulped and nodded, then turned back to Aiber. "Okay, let's do this." I sighed and got off the couch and made my way over to the table, which held plates of cakes and sweets. This was just annoying, it was times like these that I just wish I could leave, but I would not do something like that, not until Light is Kira again and I have his blood chugged down my throat. Speaking of Light. . .
I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and saw he as just as board as I was, so I held out a slice of cake to him. "Want one?"
"Oh, no thanks."
"Are you sure, it is quite tasty, and that means a lot if it is coming from me."
"Oh, well, okay." I gave him a half smile and was about to cut him a slice, but when I looked at the cake the last slice was already gone, L, of course, being the culprit of this mystery.
"Hmm, oh well," I shrugged and grabbed a second spoon and stood next to Light. "Here you go." I gave him the spoon and held the cake out to him.
"Huh? No, I can't take your cake."
"No, don't be ridiculous, Light, I am not that generous, I am offering to share it with you."
"W-what?" Red scarlet crossed him cheeks and I suppressed a smirk. This should be interesting.
"I am offering to share this cake with you."
". . . Why?"
"Well, it just seems unfair that L and I get the cake and you are left with nothing but to watch Misa 'act'." I scooped up a piece and held it to his lips. "Here."
"No, I really don't want any." I lowered the cake and looked down at my socked feet, deciding to test his guilt. If he were anything like L he would have taken the cake the second I offered it, hardly considering the fact that I could have just been offering to share it, but that thought was cast aside the second he refused. If he were anything like me he would not even bother with the cake and just go on without looking twice, but if he were anything like the boy I had learned about since we moved into HQ then he would eat a little, even if it is just to make me feel better.
I heard a defeated sigh, and then he bent down to the level I had lowered the spoon and eat the piece.
He hummed then nodding in approval before standing up straight. "That's good."
"Yes, I told you it would be," I reminded him as I scooped up another piece and popped it into my own mouth. He gulped in fright. "Is something the matter, Light?"
"Umm, no, it's just . . . I-I just used that spoon . . ." Oh, he felt uncomfortable with me reusing the spoon he had his mouth on.
"So?"
"So, umm . . ."
"What?!" Misa suddenly barked. She jumped right up and stormed over to me. "You're sharing spoons with him!"
"Yes?" I said, though it sounded more like a question. She really did not look happy.
"You can't do that!"
"Why?"
"BECAUSE!" She grabbed Light and tugged herself to his side. "If you do that you're practically kissing him!"
"Kissing, Light?" I mused. I could hardly imagine how sharing a spoon was considered kissing. Though I had only kissed a person once, I did understand what it was, and reusing a spoon was not it. If I had kissed Light I would have had my lips against his, and it would have been soft, gentle and warm. He would have his arms around me, protectively as well as possessively, and I would have my hands on his face, telling both that I liked it and to take it one, tiny step further.
So, in the end, we were not kissing at all, only sharing a spoon, and for that I was grateful. I had no intention to kiss Light, and I doubt I ever will.
"Well, then, Misa"— I smirked and ate another piece of the cake. —"if Light and I did kiss, then it was delicious."
I am not sure if Misa considers me a friend anymore, not since that little comment I gave her with the spoon a while ago. No matter, even if I did crave a friend, I still had L.
Light stared over at me from his chair, but quickly flinched his gaze back onto his computer the second I looked at him. He seemed so hesitant and unsure, as though he wanted to ask me something.
"Something you want to confess, Kira?"
He glared. "I'm not Kira."
"It was a joke." His gaze softened and he looked away again, frowning.
"Oh."
"But what I really meant was what is it you seem to want to say?" He scratched the back of his neck with a grimace.
"You caught that, huh? Shouldn't be surprised." I stared, waiting. "Um, I was just wondering . . . before I was locked up, when you said you considered me a friend. I was just wondering whether you meant it or not."
Imagining kissing Light was one thing, but being his friend was another thing all together. Was Light my friend? I suppose I liked him, but he is Kira, and I do not want to be friends with a man I plan on killing. That was what I thought, until I realised something. Light is not Kira, he was Kira. He and Kira are two every different people, and there is a chance that Light will never be Kira again, so he could be my friend, as long as he remains Light. But if he becomes Kira again, what am I to do?
Trick him. I will have him believe I was his friend until he confesses. It was quite a long shot, but worth a try. It is settled; I would be Light's friend and continue to be so when he is Kira until I earn his full trust. "Yes," I lied. "I was being truthful to you, Light. I do consider you a friend. Were you telling the truth?"
"Oh, yes. I mean, I think I was. I don't really remember." He frowned and ribbed his forehead in frustration. "I haven't been remembering a lot of things lately," he grumbled and leaned back in his chair.
I tilted my head, uncrossed my legs so I could place one on the floor and push off with my foot so the chair would take me to Light's side. "Do you think being Kira has something to do with it?"
"No!" he snapped, glaring at me again.
"I was just thinking," I continued, "Maybe it does have something to do with it. Think about it. When you lose Kira's power you lose all memory of using this power, and most of the things you would have done consists on killing criminals, so when you lost the power, you lost most of your memories of everything you were really thinking and feeling while you had it." He froze, staring at me in shock.
"You think that's way I can't remember much?" I nodded.
"I do." He sighed and turned back to his computer, looking sad again. Attempting to comfort him again, I reached out and patted his head, figuring it would work again. He chuckled. "What is so funny?" I questioned, letting my hand drop.
"Nothing. It's just . . . strange." He looked back at me and smiled. "It's strange getting comforted by a criminal. Never thought I'd be in a situation like this one."
To see him like this, to see him incessant had me wondering what he would be like if Kira returned to him. He would be as evil as he was before, I have no doubt about that, but what could I do to take power away from him? What is his weapon against L?
Misa. Yes, she would have the ability to kill with only a face, so he would use her to kill L, but if I were to somehow turn her against him, he would lose his only chance in killing L. But what would be a strong enough word or action to turn her against him? She loved him so dearly, but he felt nothing for her, so the only way for this plan to run the right way is if he were to break her heart. Not a problem.
"Nor had I. But what part of this whole thing do you find most surprising? Having a killer pat your head, being under suspicion of being a killer yourself, or falling in love with a girl that believes sharing spoons is considered kissing?"
He groaned. "I already told you, it's completely one sided."
"Then why are you with her? It seems rather unfair to be with someone that you care very little for. There are two ways this situation could play out. Either you stay with her, live unhappily, which will make her unhappy as well, or you end it altogether, breaking her heart and making her crazy or suicidal." He gulped at the thought. "It really is up to you, Light, but the way I see it, no matter where you turn heartbreak is where you are walking. And I personally believe being with someone you do not care for is an unforgivable sin, which is why you probably will never see me with anyone."
". . . Oh." At that moment the door opened, revealing Mogi and Misa. They were back from the interview.
"Hey!" Misa greeted cheerfully, but then slouched and sighed heavily, looking tiered, walked over to Light and I and sat on Light's lap.
"Hey," he protested, but made no move to get her off.
"How did it go?" L asked politely.
"Yotsuba agreed to hire Misa as their new spokes people for the new ad campaign," Mogi answered.
"I see, that's good to hear."
"Yes," I agreed. "Good work, Misa."
"Thanks, V! And I made sure to give them my cell phone number! Would you believe that three out of seven guys already asked me on a privet date! Oh." She looked away from her phone and smirked at me. "One of them even asked me to give you their number, V!"
"Oh really? Are you sure it is not fake," I humoured her, remembering Aiber's fake number.
"Yep, he seemed very serious when he said he wanted it to get to you, and as soon as possible!" My eyes widened, realising who she was talking about.
"Misa, does this man's name happen to be Reiji Namikawa?"
She gasped and nodded. "Yes! The guy is totally in love with you! Here!" She handed me a bit of paper with numbers on it, then she leaned forward eagerly. "So are you gonna call him?" I stared down at the numbers, face blank as it usually was when I was not smirking, smiling, grinning, laughing, glaring or frowning. This was quite new to me, because unlike the time Aiber gave me a fake number, I was considering going on this date. I did not like him, but it could be an opportunity to gather information. But what kind of example would that set for Light; it would only encourage him to be with Misa.
"No, I do not believe I will."
"What?! Why?!" Misa demanded, standing up off Light's lap. "But he's so nice, and rich and good-looking! He'd be perfect for you!"
"Why so eager for me to be with him, Misa?" Her eyes widened, but she quickly composed herself and stood up straighter, crossing her arms.
"I'm not; I just think you should go out with a nice guy once in a while, that's all."
"So you are doing this solely out of the kindness in your heart." It was not a question, nor a statement; I was only considering it out loud.
"Yes! Exactly." Hmm . . .
"Are you sure the only reason you are doing this is so I would stay away from Light, Misa?"
"What? No!" She sounded more panicked then angry.
"Hmm, well then . . ." I stood up so I was right in front of her, staring intently. "You must be plotting something, Other Kira."
"W-what? I'm not the second K-Kira!" she stuttered, backing away.
"Hmm . . ." I smirked, tilting my head. "Then admit to wanting me away from Light." I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on me, but payed no mind to them.
"But I don't!"
"Every well," I growled, glaring very softly (if I were to give her a larger glare she would probably scream), then turned away from her. "I will just assume it is because you have planned something against use and this date will benefit you."
"No—!"
"Or better!" I cut in, pointing to Light. "It will benefit Kira."
She gasped shakily before screaming at me, eyes shut tight, never taking a breath as she spoke. "NO-NO-NO! I-GIVE UP-I-ADMIT-THAT-I-ONLY-WANTED-YOU-TO-DATE-NAMIKAWA-SO-YOU-WOULDN'T-BE-WITH-LIGHT-SO-MUCH-BUT-YOU-TWO-ARE-TOGETHER-ALL-THE-TIME-AND-IT'S-SCARY-'CAUSE-HE-COULD-BE-CHEATING-ON-ME-BECAUSE-YOU-SLEEP-IN-THE-SAME-ROOM-IN-THE-SAME-BED-EVERY-NIGHT-AND-YOU-KISSED-EARLIER-AND-I'M-JUST-REALLY-SCARED!"
I stared at her, considering what she said, then smirked again. "There, was that so hard?" She said nothing in response; she just continued to gasp for air.
"M-Misa . . ." Light chocked out. I did not look at him; my stare on Misa was too strong.
"I know, Light. Disappointing, is it not?"
"D-disappointing?" she asked, shaking slightly, obviously not really wanting an answer, but I answered anyway.
"Yes. Oh Misa, you had me for a moment there, you really did." I sighed, looked down and shook my head, my smirk faltering to a fake frown. "It is clear the situation at hand." I looked back up. "You do not trust me, nor Light."
"W-what? NO! I trust Light! I trust him with my life! Of course I do!"
"No, Misa, if you truly did trust him, you would never have even considered the possibility of him being with me. Even if you had you would have immediately brushed the thought aside the moment you remembered him." I tugged on the chain on mine and L's wrist. She was stunned.
"B-but then . . . w-why don't you want to go out with Reiji Namikawa?" she questioned; clinging to any bit of evidence she could hold again me to feel less embarrassed and guilty.
"Because I do not care for him. Besides, even if I did want Light, I would not even try to take him, no matter the unlikelihood of success if I did try. I respect you, Misa, and I would not take the only shine in your life, not even if we happened to be sharing that shine."
This was all a lie, most of it was anyway. It was true that Light would never want me the way Misa clearly wants him, but if I did, I would not hesitate to try and take him, no matter how he felt. I was a selfish creature, hardly even considered alive, let alone human. If I truly wanted Light, I would most likely play some kind of mind trick on him, convincing him he held some feelings for me, though those feelings would never be real, I would have taken it all the same, because I would not care.
All I could say to that fact was that I was grateful I would never feel that way, ever.
"R-really?" Misa asked hopefully, tears in her eyes. "You really m-mean that, V?" I nodded, unsure what to do at this point. I did not handle feelings all that well. She frowned and looked away. "Then why did you kiss him?"
"Misa, sharing a spoon is not considered kissing, because if it were then I would have kissed my parents countless amounts of times." And that was all it took for Misa to snap. She lunged at me, holding me in her tight embrace.
"I'm sorry, V!" she sobbed. "I'm so, so, so, so sorry." I did not return her embrace, of course, but I did smile as she cried. It was nice having her as a friend; it was just too bad that she was the other Kira. Oh well, the plan with her would play out the same way as the one I had form for Light, so no real harm done.
"I forgive you." I was getting sick of her squeezing me like this. "But I think it would be a little more appropriate if you apologized to Light." With that she let go off me instantly and hugged Light, who was giving me a stare that only said, 'You're right, everything you said is right, I will leave Misa.'
I returned the look, mine reading, 'When will you do it?'
He replied with a 'Not now, but soon.' That's all I really needed to know.
Damn it, Misa! Even after Light had told her to stay away from the whole situation, to work only as an actress for the Yotsuba group and she does not listen. She just had to go off and do her own thing, now most of the task force were left to do nothing but worry about her.
Fortunately, I was not one of them, I knew she would be okay, she was a strong girl and if she planned something, I had a feeling it would work. But, regardless, she should know better than to do something like this. I was not feeling so uneven because she was on a date with one of the Yotsuba men, I really could not care less about that, what bothered me was the reason she was doing it.
Why would she risk her life for Light like this? I already know she would do anything for Light, but is her love for him really strong enough to go this far? She was delusional. After the loss of her parents she clung to whatever love she could get. First it was her fans and her career, but then came Light, the perfect boyfriend she could absorb what love she craved. She was allowing the craving to take her; worse, she welcomed it with a pleasant smile.
She was becoming like me, and that is a curse I would never bestow upon even my worst of enemies, and much less my friend.
I only have few friends, and it must be said that they have more floors than the average person. Misa is an obsessive, love craving super model, Light was a Kira suspect, L was the very detective that had been searching for me for years, Near was a 12 year that was still obesest with toys, Mello was a chocoholic with anger issues, Matt was a car loving gamer that could not take his eyes away from a videogame and Beyond had been a crazy killer out to be better than L.
Not that I would ever complain, my floors were far thicker than any of theirs. I would have to be hypocritical to complain, and that was one of the few things I was not. I may hunt and expose of other criminals, just as Kira does, but I do not judge them as I do so, I am only in it for their blood, I did not care for their crimes, I only cared for my own.
I suddenly felt dirty. "I am . . ." I trailed off my sentence when the men turned their attention to me. What am I going to do? It took me only one moment of pausing for me to figure it out as I stood up. ". . . going to take a shower." It had been a while since I last washed. I do not even recall a shower since I had been in this building. That was considered disgusting to the average person, so it only made sense that I would take one now.
L and Light said nothing as we walked up the glass stairs to the room we were supposed to sleep in (we made it our habit to just sleep in the main room), and turned on the shower. I did not mind the temperature, boiling hot was fine as was icy cold, both sounded pleasant. I began unbuttoning the white shirt I always wore and let it slide dulcetly from my shoulders. "Oh," I heard Light gasp. I turned my attention to him and saw he was looking away, his back to me, feeling the need to give me my privacy.
But L, on the other hand, never seemed to have been born with this certain feeling in the first place, so he did not feel the need to look away until Light nudge his shoulder. Not that I would have minded either way, because friends or not I was still chained to him for a reason, and a good one at that, and that was so he could keep a constant eye on me, and this moment should be no exception.
I looked away from the men, turning my back to them as they had done to me and continued to strip, pushing my black tights down my legs and stepped out of them once they had hit the floor. When I was completely clothe-less I opened the shower door and was delighted to see it was overflowing with white steam. I liked that, I like anything that provides good camouflage, and me having snow white skin and hair I would camouflage perfectly. Not that there really was a reason to be hidden in the first place, but old habits die hard, I guess.
I sighed contently as I stepped in and allowed the hot water to hit my skin. This whole situation with Kira was rather stressful, and it was only when it went away did I realise it.
I had already shampooed my hair a minute later and was in the middle of washing the rest of my body when something completely unexpected happened.
The shower door was clumsily slid opened and two, fully clothed men came tumbling in. Most women would have screamed, or at the very least, jumped in fright, feeling scared, angry and embarrassed, but I felt none of those things, I only had one thing on my mind.
I wonder what they are doing in here.
Both men groaned as they sat up, but both had different reactions when they realised where they had landed. Light's reaction was far more exaggerated than L's, who just sat there staring at me. Light was completely astonished, embarrassed and apologetic.
"V! Oh, God, I'm so sorry! We didn't mean to barge in on you like—" He cut himself off short, looking down at my body, and quickly looked away again. "Oh, God!" After that he immediately felid from the scene and L followed, never standing up, but instead crawled out . . . slowly.
Well, the only thing I had left to do was hope Misa would never found out about this, or she could end up seriously hurt from my self-defence skills.
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