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"Give me the Shinigami Eyes."
"Foolish girl," Rem drawls, her monotone voice betraying the turbulence beneath. "Did you not hear me? It will shorten your life."
Life. So much life and determination in those eyes, eyes asking to be corrupted with power and decay.
Why, Gelus? What made this girl so special that you'd give up your life for her?
Misa's hands bunch into the lace of her skirt, cherry lips drawn into an endearing little pout. "I must devote my life to Kira. He's my savior!"
Is this what living is, Misa? To destroy yourself in devotion of a worthless cause?
"Perhaps I shall devote myself to you," Rem replies.
Misa cocks her head, expression empty. "What?"
"I will grant you the Shinigami Eyes."
"Oh, really?!" Puzzling, how the girl jumps in excitement. Shocking, how she grabs onto Rem's long, bony index finger. She's warm; a foreign feeling.
"Who am I to stop you? Now, stand still, child."
"Okay..." She kneels in front of Rem and lowers her head in near-veneration, the dark cross she wears swinging against her chest. Misa's hair is soft as Rem rests her palm onto it.
Conducted through bone, vibrating, Rem siphons half of her life-force. Normally, the stealing of life doesn't hurt. This does.
I'm sorry, Gelus.
"Is it done?" Misa asks, eyelids fluttering open. It doesn't suit her― glowing red irises with two deeper red concentric circles. Above her, the numbers have changed. Rem refuses to look any longer.
"Yes. Go look in the mirror if you don't believe me."
"Ohh, creepy!"
"You'll get used to it," she drawls.
"Eek! I can't wait to try it out. Do you think Kira will be impressed?"
"Perhaps he will."
And perhaps Rem hates Kira, the sole reason Misa seeks to destroy her own life.