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4. suspicion, wariness
She wants to tell him off for announcing his name to her, spelling it aloud for god's sake, but his boyish grin is just so earnest she can't bear to correct him for now — she's better off having more information than him anyway, better off underestimated. Still, it feels wrong: there's something in his confidence and wild deductions and the way he bothers to listen that reminds her of L and L would never smile at her and carelessly say, you write the kanji for "moon" and read it Light — unusual, isn't it?
Too late, she always figures it out too late.
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5. 'unseen' - secrets, surprises, tricks
She isn't sure what possesses her when Ryuzaki excuses himself to the bathroom: one second she's staring at the topmost sugar cube sliding slowly into the congealed mass he calls coffee, and the next she's leaning over it and the salt shaker in her hand is empty.
"Excellent flavoring, Misora," praises Ryuzaki when he returns and chugs the whole thing down in one go before she can get a word in: "Very creative."
Honestly she was feeling kind of bad about it, but Ryuzaki is smiling sunnily at her, so now she feels… worse?
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6. passions, love, dreams
The night she was suspended from the FBI she'd taken her motorcycle and driven until every voice in her head spilled out through the exhaust pipe and the city lights blurred into a singular streak of meteor and she'd stalled by the freeway and looked up into the sky and understood she could change her name, disappear, go anywhere, anywhere.
It was a useless thought. She turned and drove back home.
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7. uncertain beginnings/endings
They never find her body. A year goes by. Her parents buy a gravestone.