badfic_manor | 001 - Naomi Misora

[Uneven breathing heard as the audio suddenly comes on]

Wh –

[and is just as abruptly cut off. Naomi puts a hand to her temple, frustrated at her impulsiveness. She had to be careful. He already knows her voice after all. Voice, face, name, everything! For all she knows, she was and still is under that monster's control. Frantically, the former FBI agent switches to text instead.]

Who's in charge here? I need to get to the closest police station. Please, it's urgent!

[Not even they could be completely trusted, but god, she was finally free from that unnatural, unbearable death wish that had smothered her for what seemed like an eternity, she was finally free to think, and who knows for how long such freedom will last. Her finger flies toward the "send" button but pauses at the last second. Naomi reads over the note she had just written in that obvious rush of panic. Ugh, like an agitated mess.]

Thank you.

[She decides to tack on for good measure before ending the feed along with a long overdue exhale.]

(ooc: She'll be ultra paranoid with the first few people who respond but will get progressively calmer further down the line as she comes to terms with what's actually going on.)

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[Why is he still pulling this act? That's it. This has gone far enough!]

In that case, how about we both stop playing dumb. What do you take me for? You know who I am! Stop pretending like you don't.

[A smirk. Light is actually close to laughing. No, I don't think I will Agent Misora. I'm rather fond of this game.]

"We?" I'm confused, Naomi-san. I don't believe I've ever had the...pleasure of speaking with you before.

[You dare keep going with this ...

Naomi immediately switches to audio, but gets a hold of herself at the last minute. She's pretty sure that he's not the one in charge of keeping her hostage. It would make no sense, especially not since he had needed to find out who she was earlier. Even after he discovered identity, he hadn't killed her. Either he doesn't have his power anymore or does not want to make any unnecessary moves in a house full of watchful people, and perhaps a watchful Author.

Obviously, Naomi hoped for the former, but if there are other victims around, and she announces Kira's presence to the entire network, there might just be a good chance that he'll kill off everyone in order to protect himself. She couldn't risk innocent people's lives. Reluctantly, she locks to private.]

Can you read? I said I wasn't going to play this game anymore! Are you as fond of deception as you are of homicide? I know it's you, Kira!

[Naomi glares at the device. When I find you, I'm going to roundhouse kick that arrogance right out of your damn skull!]

[Amused as he is by the change in media, though much less so by the volume at which Misora made her displeasure known, Light's smirk widens even further before he responds. Didn't Misora know that showing emotion to the enemy meant one had already lost the battle? He speaks in a careful manner, with precisely timed out pauses and parses of hesitation to indicate his scripted inner turmoil.]

Game...? Kira? [An audible sigh.] Look. I'm afraid I don't know what you are talking about. Do you frequently accuse strangers of committing homicide? I'm sure you must know this, but that sort of thing has the tendency to rub people the wrong way.

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[She was almost certain it had been him, but there had still been the tiniest fraction of her person that had wanted it to be a mistake. That familiar voice was as welcoming as a high voltage electric shock.

For a split second, Naomi had wondered whether or not she had made an error, that this Light had been from so early a time a period that he had not yet cultivated the power to kill. However, that unbearably smug tone easily erased all doubts. She had seen him actually play innocent once before, and play it seriously, but there had been no sincerity in this particular act. He wasn't even trying. There was nothing but mockery.]

Don't insult me. Do you think I would fall for something this amateur a second time?

[She's practically shaking the device as she speaks, not only angry at this murderer, but also herself. Falling for it once had been shameful enough.]

You're making just as much a fool of yourself thinking you can pull this shit with me.

[Another sigh. This one actually sounds genuine. Really Misora, what is the point in encrypting this feed if you're going to continue yelling like this?]

Naomi-san. Calm down. [You're embarrassing yourself] Please. I really don't know what you're talking about. As certain as you are that you know me, I really cannot say the same is true in reverse. However, what I can say for certain is this.

[His tone is serious at this point.]

You are not in a world where any of our pasts are relevant. Our lives right now are in the hands of the Author, and for all you know, we could all wake up one day in the middle of a black hole. Or in the belly of a Leviathan for that matter. I hardly think this is the time or place to bring up accusations for which you have no grounds. Cooperation, not pointless antagonism, is the key to survival here. Consider it a piece of honest advice.

[She does calm down for a bit, as his words actually seemed genuine, but enough mistakes have been made for her to be perfectly aware of her own weaknesses by now, and Naomi could not just simply allow herself to be so easily deceived again. She takes a breath, desperately trying to fight the urge to just slam the device against an unsuspecting wall. Her voice seems steady, but the strain is clearly audible.]

Tell me Light, have you ever had a loved one taken away from you? Do you honestly think that it's easy for someone who has to just let bygones be bygones?

[A pause. One that is slightly longer than usual. When Light does speak, his voice is very subtly different from the same controlled tone he had been using up until this point. But if Naomi were to think it has any reason to do with guilt, she would be hilariously mistaken. Raye Penber's death is quite justified. What has Light faltering is the thought of his father's death.]

...I don't recall ever claiming that it was an easy task. On the other hand, what other option do you have?

[Naomi notices the delay in the response and hopes that she has hit a nerve, but she isn't holding her breath or anything. He's a cold hearted murderer after all. But all that aside,]

You're right.

[What other options does she have? This isn't like home. These people probably don't even know anything about Kira. Without evidence, she cannot convict him of anything, not unless he makes the first move, and who knows how much longer her patience will last. At this point, Misora feels like she's hanging by the hinge of what's left of her sanity. She desperately wishes to, no, actually considers just forgetting about the law and exterminating that bastard herself. To hell with the system. He had asked for it. Damn it, he deserves it!]

Then let me return the favor and give you a piece of advice as well.

[But no, she must preserve what's left of her pride. She can't afford to lose herself. She can't.]

Light Yagami, if you know what's good for you, you will stay as far away from me as possible.

[The feed ends.]

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