Actually someone does want you to be doing this, Brian. (But thats a another story, and it involves another guileless blond.)
Misa is oblivious. She doesn't know that she's being watched, and she doesn't know that friendly man she met some months ago in the main room is planning to kill her and chop her into pieces. Thanks to Light's recent injury, her movements have become even more predictable, every night she visits him. On second thought, she's completely oblivious to everything unless it involves Light.
So here she comes, a lamb walking to her slaughter without even knowing it.
And he likes predictability, likes the way she takes the same route every night, with the same stops. And it's on her way back he'll take her, in a moment of distraction, sliding out of the shadows and locking her arms to her sides with one arm, the other locking around her neck and squeezing on her windpipe.
Not letting her make any sound or even take another breath. Efficiency, for now, until they're both safely back to his place. His home. His lair.
It's funny really, if Misa could ask to see anyone before she died, it would be Light. How fitting.
Fifty minutes pass, and like clockwork, she comes out his room. Once she walks into the shadows, there's a sudden whirl of hands and darkness. It was too quick, too sudden for her scream, to even struggle.
In almost single digit minutes, Misa is out of commission.
He shifts, loosening his arm just at the right moment, putting her arm over his shoulder and his arm around her waist. It's harder than carrying her over his shoulder, but if anyone passes...this way, he has an excuse. She's drunk and he's walking her to her room. Obviously.
When Misa rouses again, then, she'll find herself on a table, on her back, with her hands and feet tied down with a combination of rope and duct tape that renders her quite immobile. Brian himself is over at his table, humming as he floats a hand over his various instruments.
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Misa is oblivious. She doesn't know that she's being watched, and she doesn't know that friendly man she met some months ago in the main room is planning to kill her and chop her into pieces. Thanks to Light's recent injury, her movements have become even more predictable, every night she visits him. On second thought, she's completely oblivious to everything unless it involves Light.
So here she comes, a lamb walking to her slaughter without even knowing it.
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And he likes predictability, likes the way she takes the same route every night, with the same stops. And it's on her way back he'll take her, in a moment of distraction, sliding out of the shadows and locking her arms to her sides with one arm, the other locking around her neck and squeezing on her windpipe.
Not letting her make any sound or even take another breath. Efficiency, for now, until they're both safely back to his place. His home. His lair.
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Fifty minutes pass, and like clockwork, she comes out his room. Once she walks into the shadows, there's a sudden whirl of hands and darkness. It was too quick, too sudden for her scream, to even struggle.
In almost single digit minutes, Misa is out of commission.
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He shifts, loosening his arm just at the right moment, putting her arm over his shoulder and his arm around her waist. It's harder than carrying her over his shoulder, but if anyone passes...this way, he has an excuse. She's drunk and he's walking her to her room. Obviously.
When Misa rouses again, then, she'll find herself on a table, on her back, with her hands and feet tied down with a combination of rope and duct tape that renders her quite immobile. Brian himself is over at his table, humming as he floats a hand over his various instruments.
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