Human
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To those who worshipped Kira (when Misa had time to wonder about her—his—fans, she bitterly thought, To nearly everyone), Takada Kiyomi was a goddess. To Amane Misa, Takada Kiyomi was a pitiful bitch who didn't know her place; five feet and four inches, ninety-seven pounds (oh, Misa knew all of that and so much more, all right) of pure slut. A stupid whore who had no right to walk beside him, because only the public (the poor, delusional public—if only they knew, and Misa tipped another delicate glassful of champagne down her throat) had crowned her, and just because of that, Takada with her ugly androgynous haircut thought she was a goddess.
Of course, when Misa had first met him, she had thought that too. He had a way of charming, of worming his way into the right people's hearts, that was the same as Misa's, and yet so utterly different because at least (Misa punched a fluffy lace-trimmed pillow obviously meant for sappy, gullible fools who believed—or wanted to believe—that love lasted forever, against time and death, blah blah blah, all matter of ridiculous shit that made Misa want to gag) with her, you knew you were being enchanted, drawn in. And Takada (and this was what, sadly, made her something to be pitied) had been charmed to her soul, but really, it couldn't be helped because she had so little experience with him, he who was a god.
Misa knew he probably thought the rest of the world was just fodder for his utopia, because she definitely knew he didn't think of Takada as a goddess. Hell, he hadn't even thought of Misa as one (and if Misa, who weighed much less than Takada, by the way, and was much cuter and more youthful and actually knew about fashion because she was a model, hadn't passed the test, who would?). He already knew that Misa was just a silly little human girl, a deity's plaything, and no one would—could?—deny that gods had the right to use people as tools, because didn't gods know better because they knew everything?
He was definitely a god (the god of hell and death and fucked-up judgment, maybe, and Misa vaguely wondered what her—his?—fans would think if they heard her right now), because no one could be human with the power he held, and gods never settled for anything less than goddesses, and sometimes not even that. And all Misa was waiting for was for Takada to open her eyes and realize that she was just a human, just a human, and would die along with everyone else, and Misa would just laugh and laugh in the world that awaited her, that awaited them both.