A stranger shows up at Misa's house one day and declares her to be the wife of his master, Eru Ryuuzaki. Problem is, Misa's never met a Eru Ryuuzaki before in her life. Realizing it's all a ploy created by her nemesis, she steps into the world of matronhood to drag L out and to get his true name as soon as possible. However, things don't always go the way they are planned. AU. Rated T for swearing, violence, and sexual innuendos and comments. No lemons.
IMPORTANT!
PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS IS A REWRITE. I TOOK A BREAK FROM FANFICTION DUE TO SOME SERIOUS DEPRESSION, BUT I ALSO WROTE (ALBEIT OTHER MATERIAL) WHILE I WAS AWAY, AND I REALLY DO THINK I'VE IMPROVED A LOT. AND WITH THAT NEW STYLE, I AM GOING TO FIX MY WORK. THE DIALOGUE MAY CHANGE A BIT, BUT I STILL LIKE MY ORIGINAL IDEA FOR A STORYLINE, SO I'M STILL FOLLOWING IT. AND IF THERE ARE ANY SLIGHT MODERATIONS, I PROMISE THAT THEY'RE NOT TOO MAJOR.
SUCH AS;
* ALISTAIR IS NOW NAMED "AOBA." IT ACTUALLY JUST OCCURRED TO ME WHILE I WAS REWRITING THIS CHAPTER THAT THEY'RE IN JAPAN, AND I MEANT FOR HIM TO BE JAPANESE, TO WHICH "Alistair" IS NOT. NOR CAN THE NAME "Alistair" BE SPELLED THE WAY IT WAS IN MY STORY. IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN "Arisuta," ACCORDING TO THE SITE Kanji Zone. REGARDLESS, HOWEVER, I THINK AOBA FITS HIM BETTER. SO AOBA, IT IS.
* IT WAS IMPLIED SEVERAL TIMES DURING THE ANIME'S RUN THAT MISA IS SMARTER THAN SHE SEEMS. THE SAME APPLIES HERE. YOU'LL ALSO SEE SMALL GLIMPSES OF THE DARKER SIDE OF HER- SECOND KIRA.
* JAPANESE HONORIFICS IN PLACE OF "MR", "MRS", "MS". INSTEAD THEY WILL BE "San", "Chan", "Kun", AND IN LIGHT'S CASE WHEN IN THE ROLE OF KIRA, "Sama" OR "Kami-Sama." "Oujosan", "Oujochan", and "Bocchan" WILL BE USER TOO. BASICALLY THEY MEAN "YOUNG LADY" AND "YOUNG MASTER."
* IN JAPAN NAMED ARE READ WITH THE FIRST NAME LAST AND THE LAST NAME FIRST. IE, Misa Amane and Matsui Taro. IN JAPANESE, THEY WOULD BE Amane Misa and Taro Matsui.
* INSTEAD OF MATSUDA BEING CALLED BY HIS REAL NAME HE'LL USE THE ALIAS THAT L GAVE HIM. YOU'LL LEARN WHY LATER IN THE STORY, SO HANG IN THERE. AND YES, USING HER SHINIGAMI EYES, MISA CAN SEE HIS REAL NAME. WHY SHE ISN'T SUSPICIOUS WILL BE COVERED LATER.
** PLEASE ALSO NOTE THAT THIS IS very LOOSELY BASED OFF OF THE DEATH NOTE TIMELINE, SO CRUCIAL PARTS LIKE MISA BEING CAPTURED BY L PREVIOUSLY ARE MISSING. I'M ALSO WORKING ON HER HAVING SHINIGAMI EYES WITHOUT REALIZING HIS IDENTITY, AND I THINK I'VE FOUND A LOOPHOLE.
Warning! This story contains and reinforces the occasional stereotype about women and chocolate, violence, and the occasional lewd comment. You have been warned. Still rated T.
So without further adieu, I give you the Revised "Married To The Enemy," formerly known as "The Enemy, My Wife."
Please enjoy.
Chapter one.
Ryuuzaki.
Misa Amane frowned. She wasn't sure she understood what was going on, but that didn't mean she didn't want to. Her butler, Aoba, was currently communicating with another man who sat across from her in a plush pink chair. The cheerful color conflicted against the serious expression he wore, though he was out of luck with the furniture. All of Misa's furniture was pink, albeit different shades. Up until a few minutes ago, Misa and Aoba had been talking about her next photo shoot and Aoba had been telling her that she ought to get in touch with her manager, Taro Matsui. That's when there had been a knock at the door and this finely dressed gentleman had introduced himself as the Watari, the butler of another wealthy estate. He'd proclaimed he had news for the young miss and begrudgingly Aoba had let him in to see her and that's how they ended up here.
"So, Watari-San, Aoba said you had news for Misa-Misa," Misa chirped brightly as she cocked her head.
This was all an act. Underneath her cheerful profile lurked a certain curiosity as to why this strange man would show up out of nowhere and announce he had a message for her. Not only had she never seen this man before, but he was a little out if her fans' average age group, which was approximately five to forty-three years of age and that was only for the men. This man had to be at least in his late sixties, early seventies. And why he'd claim to possess any knowledge about her was beyond her. So while she smiled outwardly, inwardly she remained guarded and aloof. This could all be a scam L cropped together to catch her. And fall for it, she wouldn't.
Watari nodded and readjusted his glasses. "Yes, Amane-San," he replied. "May I inquire about a vacation you took to Britain recently?"
Upon hearing this, Misa was taken aback some. Just four days ago, she'd returned home from London, after touring for a while to see the sights and attractions. Big Ben had been absolutely gorgeous, not to mention the London Eye and Tower Bridge. It had all been made available from a cruise she took with Eru Co., a company with bases world wide, including Japan.
She had no idea why he would have any information regarding her whereabouts on her break or how he'd known where she'd been. Not only that, but she had no idea why he'd be asking about it. Nothing too far out of the ordinary had happened. She'd simply taken a hiatus from modeling and used her savings to reward herself. Though it wouldn't be a lie to admit that a few criminals had dropped off while she was away.
"Does the name Ryuuzaki mean anything to you?" He persisted before she could respond.
Again, Misa was left puzzled. "Misa doesn't know. Should it?" She asked honestly, starting to get a little nervous.
If this truly was a play made by L to get her to reveal vital information, she honestly had no idea what he had to gain from asking her questions about someone she'd never heard of before. Or perhaps, this Ryuuzaki fellow had been one of Light's most recent killings. She quickly made a mental note to look it up after this peculiar man left. Regardless, if this really was L's doing, she'd have no choice but to play along.
A loud throat clear from across the room drew her attention back to the stranger.
"He should mean something to you, Amane-San," Watari stated calmly before dropping a bombshell on her otherwise perfect life. "Considering you're married to him."
The shock was immediate. Misa shot straight up in her seat with a look of absolute alarm. Of all the bull crap that could have spewed out of his mouth, it had to be that she was married to some guy that she had never met? IF L WAS BEHIND THIS, HE HAD TRULY GONE TOO FAR!
"Yeah, and I'm descended from Leprechauns," she retorted, walking over to the door and opening it. "Face it, Watari-San, you've got the wrong girl. Now, Aoba would be more than happy to escort you out."
Watari didn't move. Instead, he sat back in his seat and clasped his hands together on his lap as he fixed her with a stoic gaze, before reciting aloud, "Amane Misa. Age: 19. Height: 5'0". Weight: 79 lbs. Birthday: December 25th. Year: 1987. Modeling debut: Friday, March 5, 2004. Notable mentions: Firm Kira supporter. Does that sound correct to you, Oujosan?"
As his voice fell silent, Misa froze. Her birthday and the fact that she was a Kira supporter were easy enough facts to come by. After all, her birthday had been posted on her website along with a exclusive interview for the February issue of 18! that included a brief biography of her life. As for the Kira aspect, in several interviews already, she had praised her god's work and encouraged others to accept it as well. It worked like a charm. Thanks to her, many more people had expressed their devotion and admiration to him as well. But as for the other information...
"Only a few people know that, and the ones who do know are under strict obligation not to reveal such personal information without my permission. So who are you and why you do know so much about me?" She asked, closing the door and retaking her seat across from him. This time, she didn't bother to hide behind her facade.
"Not speaking in the third person anymore, I see," Watari spoke innocently. "That's a shame. As for myself? I am but a humble butler. However, I'm not making this up. Remember that vacation? While en route, you met a boy by the name of Eru Ryuuzaki and the two of you certainly hit it off."
"Say I believed you- which I don't- Why don't I have any memory of this boy, married to him or otherwise?"
The older man chuckled wryly. "I believe alcohol may have been involved, though it was a rather nice ceremony, I heard."
"No, you've got the wrong woman!" She insisted. "I have a boyfriend and I love him very much. I'd never cheat on him. Ever. I'm sorry, but there has to be a mistake."
"All the proper paperwork was signed, filed, and legalized. By accordance to the law, you are therefore Eru Amane Misa henceforth."
Watari produced a folded paper from his left breast pocket and handed it to her to read for herself. As her eyes scanned the page, disbelief sunk in more and more. These words were not forged. That handwriting was her own. There was a different signature by her name. Eru Ryuuzaki. The same man she was wedded to. Terror struck her as cold sweat began dripping down the base of her neck, her heart pulsating rapidly.
'No way. There's not way,' she thought to herself. 'This can't be happening.'
But it was and the paper proved it. In one blind moment, she had gotten drunk and inadvertently cheated on Light. And he'd be so pissed when he found out, especially after all the times she'd promised to love him and only him forever. All that had been tossed to the wind and scattered like ashes.
"Why are you telling me this?" She asked shakily.
"Because, Amane-San, I work for your husband. Eru is awaiting word on whether you'll honor your vows or not. If you decide you would like to work it out, he would like you to move in with him."
"I-I need to think about this," she stuttered.
Watari didn't have to ask what was on her mind. He already knew that she felt like her world was shattering around her in a bloody mess. "That's fine, Ojousan. No doubt this is a shock to you. The young master informed me to give you a day or two before collecting your answer."
Taking to his feet, Watari gave her a nod of thanks for listening. "Until next time, Oujisan."
The older man took his leave, leaving in his wake a dumbfounded teenager basking in her guilty conscience. No longer was she convinced that L had cooked this up. This was all due to bad choices. This was her consequence. She had no one to blame but herself. With two days to think about her answer, she'd do nothing but think.
Within a few hours of Watari's departure, the house become oddly silent. No laughing maids came running by, nor did any cheerful servants gossip like a bunch of schoolgirls. The air that cloaked them was desolate and morose with uncertainty. With such great acoustics steming from the old house, everyone inside the building had heard what Watari had said and had been left just as flabbergasted. As annoying as she could get, Misa was actually pretty nice and now some man planned on swooping in to take her away. They just couldn't believe it.
To make matters worse, she'd locked herself in her bedroom ever since Watari had left. It didn't take a genius to see that she was tearing her hair out in a mix of anxiety and frustration. They all knew her next order would be to call Light to invite him somewhere private so she could explain, though it was becoming more apparent she was holding it off for as long as possible. Perhaps to get her thoughts in order? To create a mental script? To prepare for a heart wrenching break up? Whatever the reason, she wasn't ready to talk.
Her abnormal silence made Aoba cringe. She had to realize that putting it off wasn't going to solve anything. This wasn't the type of problem that she could sleep on and awake with the riddle already unraveled for her. That's why Aoba decided he should be the one to break it to her, albeit over a glass of pink lemonade and a package of sugarless chocolate. One of her favorite comfort foods.
Pausing to knock at the door, he heard the sound of her bed creaking, implicating she had gotten up to open the door for him. Relief flooded his system. You never know with Misa. Some days she was as stubborn as a mule and childish to point it was hard to believe she was a legal adult, and other days, she was reserved and very mature, which was out of character for the quirky woman.
He heard her footsteps stop right in front of the door. "Who is it?" he heard her tired voice ring.
"It's Aoba, Amane-San. I have refreshments for you," Aoba said, willing her to take the bait, which she did.
The door opened and Misa meekly peeked out. Her hair was surprisingly unkempt and her normally perfect makeup was smeared and a little alarming. Aoba pretended to miss her bloodshot eyes and the puffy eyelids that lined them. This image was rather astounding, considering the amount of time and took out in a day to make sure everything was spot on.
As he was analysing her, her red gaze flickered to the contents in his hands. Calmly brushing a strand of hair before her ear, her eyes seemed to regain a bit of their shine.
"Is this for me?" She asked quietly, taking the package out of his extended hand.
Aoba took notice of the lack of the usual third person narration and frowned. It was worse than Aoba had originally thought. Not only had she been crying, but she was breaking character, something she only ever did when she was either severely depressed or agitated. She could turn very volatile, so he'd have to tread carefully.
"Yes, Oujisan," he said. "I thought it would help cheer you up."
Upon hearing the title, Misa cringed. Anything that could remind her of that awful encounter was what she had been sincerely hoping to avoid. Thankfully, Aoba seemed to notice her distress, and the reason behind it.
"Is there anything else you'd rather I called you, Amane-San?"
"Misa's just fine," she replied gratefully.
"Very well, Misa-Chan, may I come in?"
Wordlessly, she opened the door a bit wider and sidestepped so he could squeeze through. Placing the glass of lemonade down on her nightstand, he scanned the room. He'd only ever seen the inside one time and that was three years ago when Misa was giving him a tour. It was the day she hired him.
"So..." she trailed off as she claimed a seat on the bed, waving for him to do the same. "What do you want to talk about? It sounds important."
He took a deep breath and went for it before his mouth had a chance to regret what it had done. "I think you should call him."
Misa, who had been working at getting the bag open, paused.
"You mean Light, don't you?" She asked quietly.
Aoba answered with a nod. "Yes, Misa-Chan," he replied. "Forgive me if I seem out of line here, but I care about you. We all do, and we hate having to watch you tear yourself apart over this."
"I'm going to lose him," she said in little more than a whisper. "Light's not going to forgive me for this."
"You never know until you try," he chided.
Misa pressed her lips together and held her hand out in a gesture that told him to give her her phone. He spotted it on her nightstand and handed it to her. Punching the number in, she hit "Enter" and waited. Every ring was terrifying. The seconds ticking away held her in horrifying suspense, and just when she finally thought the nightmare was over and done and the voice mail would chime in to save her, he picked up.
"Yes? This is Yagami Light," she heard from the other side.
"Uh, hey, Light-Kun. This is Misa," She said, reverting back to her self imagined idiot, "There's something Misa needs to talk to you about and it's a little private, so Misa was wondering if you'd like to meet up at Tokyo park."
There was a brief silence on his side of the end, followed by a breathy sigh. "Misa-Chan, I can't tonight. I'm right in the middle of something."
"Please, Light-Kun!" She begged. "This is really important."
She was awarded an earful of static as he exhaled loudly. She could practically see him rubbing his face in exasperation. "Fine," he relented. "Tokyo Park. We'll meet in thirty minutes."
"Yes, thank you, Light-Kun. I love you, okay? See you in thirty minutes."
He said a gruff goodbye and hung up. Misa bit back some tears and handed the phone back to Aoba, who put the device back on the stand and stroked the back of her head affectionately. She really wasn't looking forward to telling him and simply breaking up with him wasn't an option. Either he'd kill her under the suspicion of betrayal or he'd ask for an explanation and then kill her under the suspicion of betrayal.
"I don't want to do this," she cried.
"I know," he whispered gently. "But you have to and you can. I'll be rooting for you here."
"Call for my chauffeur. Tell him to be ready to leave in fifteen," she said, standing up. "And, Aoba-Kun, thank you for everything."
Aoba got to his feet and left to do just that.
Light was already there and waiting for her when she arrived. The first thing he took in was her erratic appearance. To ensure the paparazzi would stay away, she had donned a purple colored wig, a plain black sweater with a skull and crossbones, a simple pair of jeans, a baseball cap, sunglasses, and black converse. He had to admit she looked good, in a strange way. As irritating as she could be, she wasn't a model for no reason. He raised an eyebrow at her strange attire, but instead, decided to focus his attention on the present.
"Why am I here, Misa-Chan?" He queried bluntly.
Now that she saw him, she saw that he wasn't amused and she had the idea that he wasn't about to become amused by the news she had to bear. Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to go to her happy place where Light would love her forever and she'd never gave to lose him. A place much better than what this world was about to become.
"Misa's so sorry, Light-San," she stuttered, starting to break down in the face of her god. "It's all my fault, I know that and you can punish me accordingly if that's what you need. But I promise I never meant for this to happen."
Light remained silent as he pondered her words. She was acting very strange, even for Misa, and to a slip out of third person was completely uncharacteristic. Light may not have held any true regard in her, but he did know all her quirks and tells. And the attitude she was currently exuding was guilt. All that was left was to find out why she felt guilty.
Being cold would get him nowhere. Taking on a charade of his own, he allowed a smile to etch itself into his face and held his arms open for her to walk into. As predicted, the desperate girl practically ran into his embrace. Light felt aggravation well up in his being at this disgusting display of human affection. Beautiful or not, she was touching her god. Yet, he had to allow it. Getting her to drop her guard would be the only way to get the words to start dropping from her lips.
"It's alright, Misa-Chan," he whispered sweetly. "You can tell me anything. I promise I won't get mad."
"Okay," she managed through the tears. "A man came to see me today. He gave me some pretty shocking news. At first, I thought it was something L had cooked up, but it wasn't. And do you remember how you told me to take that vacation to Britain a few days ago so I could, you know..?"
He nodded silently, willing her to go on.
"Well," she paused, avoiding his eyes as the truth fluttered to the tip of her tongue. "There was this guy on the cruise. And apparently I—"
"YOU SLEPT WITH HIM!" Light roared, his voice shaking with disbelief.
This couldn't be happening. His Second could not be abandoning him. It was impossible. Okay, sure, he could have been nicer and have showed her more affection and maybe he didn't love her, but she'd already outwardly stated that he could use her whatever way he wished. She had no right to go back on her words after all the times she claimed she loved him and chase after her happiness now. Not after all the times she'd forcibly hugged him and made him go on dates with her in her terrible disguises. Especially, not after all the work he had put into improving her and training her to obey his commands flawlessly, she couldn't just leave her god. Light wasn't jealous, no, he was furious. If history had proved anything, it was that Misa was more of a liability when she didn't have him to give her orders. If independence is what she so craved, he'd just have to put her in her place to show her where she belonged.
He began shaking her angrily, sincerely wishing that if he jerked her hard enough, her head would roll off and that would be the end of this traitor. Fortunately for him, because of the dreary weather, no one was about today, though Misa could have wished for some backup right about now. Misa had never been given a reason to fear him, but by the way he so roughly handled her, she was terrified.
"No, Light! I didn't do that, honest!" Misa cried out, completely neglecting honorifics in her haste to make things right.
His actions came to an abrupt halt. His eyes blazed with ire as he drew in unsteady breaths. He needed to calm down. Scaring her wouldn't solve anything, it might even make her want to leave faster. Besides, he didn't have all the facts and she claimed that nothing had happened.
"I'm sorry, Misa-Chan," he said, softly stroking her cheek as he cuddled her. "Tell me what happened."
Her arms draped around his neck needfully, frantically stealing his physical warmth and greedily gobbling up his beautiful lies.
"I didn't sleep with him... exactly..." She felt his grip physically clench and she tensed. "At least I don't remember."
All at once, what had been an uncomfortable squeeze became an unwelcomed freedom. Light stood with his arms crossed, so far away from her. "What do you mean you don't remember?" He interrogated.
"I was drunk, Light-Kun. I don't remember anything. I honestly don't recall ever having married anyone before."
"Wait, he said you were married?"
She nodded, too afraid to use her voice to fan the flames any higher.
"And he showed up at your house?" He spat, teeth gritting in disgust. "Did you maybe think that he was just an overly obsessed fan, trying to sell you some fraudulent story?"
Misa shook her head rapidly. "No, no, the man wasn't the one who showed up. It was his butler. He had the legal papers with him and my signature was on it! My husband's name is Eru Ryuuzaki. Look, I can totally kill him if that's what you want, but I'll have to meet him first since I haven't seen his face. Just tell me what to do."
"Wait, did you say Ryuuzaki?" He said as a smirk formed. "What did the butler look like? Did he give you a name?"
Light was staring at her with an eerie expression spread across his features. It was the look Misa imagined he'd wear the moment he'd finally uncover L's true indentity. The air around him exploded with joviality at the prospect of victory. Misa herself couldn't be more surprised. Her naturally cold, aloof Light radiated with unexpected arrogance and nikhedonia. She had never been more attracted to him than at this moment precisely. Handsome, happy, and smart. A perfect blend for the future king of the world.
"Yeah?" Misa answered uncertainly. "He was older. He had white hair and was a foreigner, though he spoke Japanese fluently. He called himself Watari."
He was right! Light couldn't be more ecstatic. Misa, poor, useless little Misa finally had done something right. It couldn't be more clearer to him that this was part of the game he and L shared. L had created this scenario for them as another chance to ensnare them. L had taken a new path of the maze they roamed by cutting through a hedge, but Light would be waiting on the other side with a weapon ready. And that hidden weapon was Misa.
"Light-Kun?" Misa's meek little voice broke through his reverie. "You're not angry at Misa, are you?"
"No," he said, smiling genuinely. "I'm not mad at you, not anymore. Listen, Misa-Chan, the man who showed up today- Watari- is L's second in command. Ryuuzaki Eru is really L. This is all just a ploy he's created to trap us."
"Oh," she gasped. "If that's the case, I know Watari's name. Maybe if we killed him, it would weaken L's morale!"
"No, Misa-Chan," Light sighed, rubbing his face. "L set it up this way for a reason. He knew that you'd come to me to explain the situation and he sent Watari in his place because he knew that I knew that if we killed him, it would prove you're the Second, and the chances of my being the first would go up. Regardless of if you have his name or not, it's irrelevant right now. Finding L's name is the first priority. We'll kill Watari after we kill L. Besides, it'd be more believable that way."
"Okay, Light-Kun, whatever you say!" Misa trilled.
Light cupped his chin as he pondered his next move. "Misa-Chan, do you love your god more than anything?"
"Yes, Light-Kun, you know I do!" She cried.
"So you'd do anything for me?"
She nodded rapidly. "Of course, Light-Kun, I'd do anything!"
"Then play along with L's game," he said. "If he's your husband, be his wife. Be loving and kind and smother him with affection and when you get him to trust you enough, he'll reveal himself to you and you will kill him. Will you do that for me, Misa-Chan?"
"Yes."
Done with the first chapter of the revised version. I hope it wasn't a snore. If you liked it, please leave a comment and a favorite and be sure to follow to get notified of the next chapter. I also like constructive criticism of my work, so it'd you'd like to leave me a critique, feel free. And please point out any errors you find.
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If anyone's confused about Light's violent behavior, I'd like to point out in one of the later episode before he makes her forget, he gets angry at her and begins yelling at her and Misa seems visably scared. I've always wondered about that... Anyway, I'm sorry if that annoyed or you thought it was out of character.
I'll try to give you the update as soon as possible.