Midnight Revelations

At all times he has watched her from afar, from behind hidden camera’s in her locked and monitored room. Large, dark circled eyes stared curiously at the screen, as usually his activities at night consisted of him unlocking the handcuffs from Light Yagami and locking it on to a solitary unmoving subject. After that movement of secrecy, L moved to the room the young female named Misa Amane or known as Misa-Misa was convicted of being the second kira and was held to be monitored by multiple hidden cameras. Every night at 12 pm he would have the monitors and recording system shut down in her room so he would never be caught in Misa’s room, looking down on her as she slept. Feeling the contempt rise off her every time he entered the room chained to Light to go to a ‘date’ that was fully monitored. Or holding the knowledge of how Light used her, how he kept administering false love and lead her on to believe that he loved her back. Moving down the hall, hunched slightly with the slide card in hand to open her door quietly as miss Amane slept. Slowly with anticipation the card slid through the lock with an inaudible click, and L moved in with much silence as air.

At first he stood quite still in the middle of the living room, where he has sat many times before with Light and Misa. After a few moments of a stroll down memory lane, L meandered past pale furnishings and over the fluffed carpet in to Misa’s private room of sleep. Shadows and pale lighting floated around him and the bed it would seem, something magical about checking up on some one he cared for. Looking down ‘pon a pale face that was lax with sleep and dreams, L reached down to move a shadowed lock from her face. A slight and puzzling smile crept apoun his lips as a simple wish was created in that movement. That wish was for Misa to stop her contempt of him and love for Light, or to turn that contempt and turn it in to love for him, him only. Being some one constantly surrounded by people, only to be alone mentally, and emotionally. Enlarged pools of ink stared down once more as his fingers still trailed in the brushed blonde hair, as temptation to lay with her was strong. Yet the logic in L’s mind kept him from doing so only to stare down and softly pet her smooth facial features with thin fingers. Thoughts became intangible as the slender neck lent him down with lips slightly puckered.

Creating contact with her skin, only lightly on the cheek as a parent would to a sleeping child. No it wasn’t like that at all, it was love that was never to be returned that was always scorned and yelled at. The contact from pale lips to milk colored skin ended as he stood up wards, an awkward way that always got him teased by others. Soon enough Misa would bloom from the awkward adolescent shell that held teenage modeling and Light in the limelight. Of course turning her feelings attention to more intellectual problems, and of course start romances with others. With that processes of mind he hoped it would be him some day filling the gap of the ever-indestructible Light Yagami, who seemed to elude his thinking that Light was Kira. But that shouldn’t be a problem now, as L tensed up to her shifting over on to her side. Slowly he bid her goodnight before escaping the room at one am, then did the monitoring systems return as he closed that forbidden door.