Just a few more days

Another covert glance, another bite at the nails. Everything was just as usual - if anything could be usual with L.
Really, how can things be simple with a person whose nickname is but a letter, moreover, the only one most Japanese can't pronounce correctly? As for his real name, it remained a bloody secret for the majority. Come to think of it, if it was not for the sensational Kira case, no one would have even seen L's face, although it was worth seeing, thought Misa after another quick look.

It was not that L underestimated himself. It's just that he didn't care about himself at all. What people valued in him, the brilliance of his mind, was to him merely a tool rather than a reason for pride. His very personality was but a means for people to unveil terrible mysteries and solve gruesome crimes.
And that's what made him so different from Light.

Misa shrugged, while L was reaching out for another piece of chocolate cake. Everything was ideal about Light, so ideal it was starting to get boring. With her naive-school-girl appearance, it was no big deal to pretend to have fallen for Light head over heels: it worked, but inside she was cold. Even the kiss he gave her was way too perfect to be inspiring: a series of well-learned motions, but no chills.

L licked his fingers thoughtfully, eyes looking through printed sheets of data rapidly.
What would it be like to kiss L?
He's unlikely to have ever tried it, Misa smiled to herself. He would most probably hesitate and be clumsy, say, bite her lip and feel guilty, maybe even blush.
No, she sighed. He wouldn't. He would never react at all.

The one having been immersed in logical thinking for so long has obviously forgotten how to feel, if he had ever been able to.

"Misa-chan, sorry to disturb you".
The unexpected words rang in her ears.
"What is it, Ryuuzaki-kun?"
"Fetch me that cherry pie, please", he pointed at the table nearby. "I fear that if I stand up I'll lose the track of thought".
"Sure", she smiled with a model's trained elegance. When she came back, L was already pondering over his riddle. An authomatic move of the hand sent the pie right after the chocolate cake, L's mind wandering freely where Misa would get lost immediately.

Misa, incapable of solving anything more complicated than square equations, was now thinking of such a trivial thing as massaging L's tired shoulders, so that he could smile and get distracted for a minute. And then she would run her fingers through his black tousled hair and embrace him warmly to inhale his smell, the one she had managed to sense once or twice to find it rather pleasant, even arousing... And he would not have to eat so much chocolate anymore to compensate for the lack of sweetness in his life, as she would give it to him.

No, she wouldn't.
She would wait just a few more days. She would grow in confidence until the right moment…

Just a few days later L died.
The world didn't know his name. Nobody knew his thoughts. Actually, nobody knew anything about the ingenious detective.
There was only one thing Misa knew for sure: his last breath was filled neither with thoughts of her, nor of any other human being.
It was full of regret for having first failed his mission.