Post by Fateful on Jun 12, 2010 21:55:04 GMT -5
.I was searching for that something.
The sweet smell of cream frosting met my keenly trained nose, absorbing the aroma of a collection of delectable sweets, all of which were on the list of favorites I had accumulated through my life. Opening my ink-like eyes, I glanced around the empty room of computer, television and other such screens. Some had documents, others covered in a forever dance of white noise which emitted no sound. I hadn't been asleep long, and on this rare occurrence when sleep did over take me, I felt better than when I slept. Unfortunately, my legs had also fallen asleep and as I shifted them, a familiar numb feeling set in, shortly followed by sparatic pains which I knew would become a rather intense pins and needles.
Thoughts began to shoot through my head faster than before, the creation of my hatred and resentment towards Light's superior ability to outsmart me. Whereas there was no doubt in my mind that he was Kira, proving it was proving far too difficult; perhaps my estimate of his skill was lower than it should have been, only urging on my frustration. This was the fault of Light Yagami; I had no doubt. Sleep only forced itself on me when a case grew too frustrating for me to focus on - which this one had. My anger didn't display on my passive features, but even the sound of clinking china didn't disturb my thoughts, until a familiar hand rested on my shoulder. Turning suddenly, reading to kick the one that disturbed me, I hauled, greeted by the smiling face of an elderly man.
"Watari..." A sigh escaped my lips and I took the black coffee he offered, taking a sip, expecting to have to add sugar. However, he put just enough to satisfy me and I drank the cup in an ungentlemanly fashion, proving to him that something indeed, was bothering me. He didn't ask questions, knowing I'd ask to speak if I wanted or needed to think. Even though he was growing old, he wasn't as mental as many of the other elderly. He was as sharp as a tack, but stepped aside for me to do things on my own, knowing I didn't want help unless I expressly asked for it. A white cream frosting strawberry cake with a sweet sauce was in front of me, cut, and ready with my favorite spoon. I didn't move towards it.
Sweets held little appeal to me in my current state, but I knew well it would be a desire in less than an hour. Staring at the cake, I leaned over to table to pick up my spoon, hand on something smooth and glossy. So glossy in fact, that it slid across the glass table with ease, causing me to fly forward across the table. The pain in my legs rendered them useless in my somersault over the table, using one of the few Capoeira moves that allowed me to use mostly my upper body and arms. I landed on the table, couched in my usual position and hopped down. The crashing and shattering of some of the china on the table woke someone because a light flipped on down the hallway. I heard Matsuda's voice and who I could guess was Light.
Walking over to the table, I picked up the magazine I'd ripped a fourth of the way. On the cover was a beautiful red headed woman; one I'd seen Matsuda watching on television in his room through surveillance cameras. My mind racing, pulling up recollections of him mentioning her throwing Misa off of half the most well liked models in a multitude of magazines and polls. Not that I cared.
Proving me right, Matsuda ran into the room, gathering up all the materials he'd left on the table that regarded his status as Misa's agent. My eyes didn't leave the magazine, staring at her, until I heard Matsuda's loud voice scream about me ripping it. He snatched it from my hands and I allowed him to take it. My assumption was that he was about to freak out childishly, but didn't when I walked away. That was something I was grateful for. I sighed and went back to my chair, sitting with my legs under me. pushing with my foot against the table, I slid across the room back over to my Mac and started to review another bland document which was relevant to the Kira case.
However, my mind drifted back to the woman on the cover of the magazine. Kiera, spoken identical to Kira. Interesting... Looking up at the ceiling, I had no interest in her, and once things were quiet and I was alone once more; I searched the internet for more information on this girl. Not because I was genuinely interested in her - I wasn't at all. I could careless about another brainless model. I just needed something to clear my other worked mind with something pointless and irrelevant. Interestingly, I found a video of her in an interview, in which she twice mentioned Shinigami.
My eyes narrowed and perhaps this is a gift in paper packaging. Whereas she wasn't the real Kira, and the likelihood of her being the second or third Kira's were minimal - it would be worth it summon her. When it came to woman, Light always made more mistakes, opened up more, and trusted them to do his dirty work. For I knew that was Misa's only purpose - working for Light, her loyalty to Kira fostered her love for Light. Perhaps this woman could distract him in all the right ways?
If that was the case, a contract for her in Japan was about to open up, a country that desperately wanted her presence.
"Watari." I pressed a button on a microphone to speak to him. Instantly, a video feed of him appeared and I smiled at him briefly; a cunning look in my eyes, which he caught. "I'm sending you information and something I need. Please be sure it gets done as soon as possible. Thank you." I pressed command enter on my Mac and in seconds the file was received by him, he laughed at me, mentioning something about woman being trouble, and said he'd do everything I asked. The video feed ended.
My curved back rested against the chair and a small panda smile met my lips. Hopefully this would get me out of the current rut I was in and improve my chances of exposing Kira.
- - -
"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for, Miss Misa Ama--" The TV changedannel rapidly and Kiera tossed the remote onto her sisters bed. It held no purpose in being on something so pointless at that moment in time. Changing it a 24 hour music channel, Kiera leaned back into the giant array of pillows that covered the bed, relaxing. Looking down at her fingers, she blew on them softly in an attempt for her nails to dry faster.
"We should go to the club or something tomorrow." The crimson haired woman said to the other. "I haven't been to this part of New York in a while, and I want to go here before we go to Italia!" She laughed, looking over at her sister, whom was still painting her nails.
Suddenly, Kiera's cell phone started ringing a custom ring tone that she'd made to show it was her agent. "Ah! Get my phone! I'll mess up my nails." Of course, Scarlett was doing her toes at the moment, so that was a no go. Jumping off the bed, she landed, her knee gave out and she fell in front of the dresser, laughing, managing not to mess up her nails.
Picking up the phone, she held it awkwardly and put it on speaker phone. "Hi, Jacques. I assume this is really important or huge news."
"Oh monimi, do you really I think I'd call you wit unimportant news?" A man asked in a heavy french accent. "Of course lovely! You recently got a contract with Japan, and they insist that you fly out there immediate--"
"Jacques... I'm going to Italy with my sister."
He sighed and she knew he was rubbing his temples. "Merde! Kiera! Just go to Japan and check out the contract. It will take three days at most, and you can add another city onto you're sister getting to know one another tour. Please, you speak Japanese, just go out zere and check it out, yeah? I beg you. This is a 'uge contract and you can permanently hit that slutty Misa Misa off 'er 'igh 'orse and get so much more business."
"ça va! Attendez." Turning to face Scarlett, she smiled sweetly. "Would you like to go to Japan for a few days? I can give you some money so you can buy that car you wanted!"
