I. LIGHT
Misa Amane whimpered pitifully as Light Yagami's fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of her upper arm.
"Light-kun, please," she whispered. "You're hurting me!"
Light's stormy expression never changed as he swiped his key card to the door of his private quarters. Misa wasn't sure what he was planning, but his cold eyes and the determined set of his jaw scared her. She dug her feet into the floor, but her tiny body was dragged into the room anyway. Light slammed the door behind them, still not releasing her. He didn't even give her time to take off her boots, merely repositioning his grip so he was now behind her and pushing her towards his bedroom.
All this time, Light said nothing and let out his breathing in slow, controlled exhalations. This disturbed Misa most of all.
"Light-kun..." Misa's voice took on a higher pitch, as if pleading. Her mind flashed back to the argument they had at the front door of the Kira Task Force Headquarters. She just wanted him to go on a date with her. Just one date. Even if it was just to see a movie together. But Light had insisted they couldn't go out. Their argument got heated and the next thing she knew, Light was dragging her into this bedroom.
In response to her trembling page, Light tossed her towards the bed. She tumbled forward with a cry, catching the foot board with her side. She rose to her knees, holding her injured side and wincing at the bruise already forming. She struggled to get her breath back as Light locked the door and started to unbuckle his belt.
"Light-kun, what are you... doing?" Misa's eyes were transfixed by Light's hands undoing his buckle and sliding his belt out of his belt loops.
Light finally responded as he let the belt drop to the floor. "Why, Misa!" His voice was as comforting and warm as a snake with a baby bird in its coils. "I'm hurt. You wanted me to pay more attention you, right? I'm just giving you exactly what you want."
Misa shook her head as Light's hand strayed to his fly. The look in his eyes was similar to that of Higuchi's in the Ferrari. "No. Not like this! I don't want it like this." Misa winced as she stood, using the footboard as support. She started to slink back towards the door.
Light was too fast for her. He closed the distance between them and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Misa had no choice but to follow as he pulled her towards the bed. She cried out in protest as her back hit the duvet. She pushed on Light's chest as he mounted on top of her.
"Of course you want this, darling!" Light's voice had turned savage, snarling. "You said I could use you in any way I wanted."
"Not like this! Please, Light! Don't!"
Light caught Misa's wrists and pinned them down on the bed. He ground his hips against her crudely and bent his head to her ear.
"But I want it, Misa darling! I want you to be my whore for tonight."
Misa's could feel tears welling as she strained to push Light off her. "Don't do this, Kira-sama. If you ever cared for me..."
Light's faced bent close enough so that Misa could smell his musk cologne. The rough twill of his blazer brushed across her chin as he whispered in her ear. "Say it again." His breath was warm and heavy over her ear lobe. "Say my name again. I want to hear you say it."
"Ki- Kira."
Light chuckled and ground against her hips again, making fully sure she could feel his arousal from the power he had over her. He released Misa's hands and sat up.
"That's better, whore."
Misa started to cry openly as Light's hands moved to undo her bustier. She knew in her heart that Light wouldn't hurt her like this. Not if he really loved her. But she couldn't imagine her life without him. Maybe if she acquiesced this one time...
Light drew his hands away and moved off her. He quickly moved to pick up his belt, looking away from her the entire time. As he slid it into the loops of his trousers, he spit out an instruction to her.
"Clean yourself up and get out. Don't come back until I call you."
Misa opened her mouth to ask him why he stopped. She closed it as she turned and barely caught Rem's off-white form melt into the wall behind her. Slowly, she rose, tightening the laces that Light had loosened. Light unlocked the door and jerked it open for her. As Misa slinked out of his quarters, she dabbed at her eyes and tried to forget what had just happened.
As Misa turned into the hall, she came eye to chest with her otherworldly guardian. Seeing the shinigami towering over her made all her emotions boil over. Misa buried her face in Rem's plated chest, releasing the sobs she was holding back in Light's presence. Rem folded her arms over her charge, careful to avoid poking her with the arms' protrusions. Her long, oversized fingers stroked Misa's blond locks.
"Misa, I know you want Light to love you." Rem's rich tenor voice was measured and calm, in contrast to the tight, protective embrace she held Misa in. "But he has hurt you and I cannot allow that. Allow me to kill him, Misa, so he won't hurt you again."
Misa shook her head against Rem's chest. "No, Rem. He loves me. I know he does. He's just... under a lot of stress. That's all. It's... It's my fault for pestering him. I just need to be patient. Once this Kira business is over, I'll make him love me."
Slowly, Misa separated herself from Rem. Her mouth was forming a smile, but Rem couldn't help noticing that the smile did not reach her eyes. As Misa bounced down the hallway, she threw a cheery "thank you" and "goodbye" behind her. Rem found herself fingering her own Death Note, wanting to kill Light now and save Misa from the emotional pain she was sure would come.