I wouldn't have watched this anime if it weren't for the insistence of my political science teacher and my twin; so i owe them a lot :'D And they were right; it's truly an awesome series; insert heart eyes here please :'D

This story is about L and Misa. At first it would be told in drabbles or one-shots before finally molding into a proper plot. I really hope you like it.

Please be patient with me. It's my first fic in dn fandom :)

And also; I don't own death note.

Chapter 01
Mimic me

It was just another boring day in Task force headquarters. Well boring for Miss Misa Amane, not for others. The rest of them were still digging up clues to find Kira.

The young woman was now sitting on a chair; resting her head on her balled fist with the elbow perched on one of the arms of chair, occasionally letting out quiet sighs.
Light Yagami was nowhere in sight. He was currently away with his father Sochiro Yagami, to inspect the possible Kira suspects.

The only one in company was Ryuzaki, who was sitting in front of the computer in his usual crouch position, peering in the screen at the moment.

Misa glanced at him with wary eyes. Why was he so weird?

'Just look at him! The way he sits, he looks no less than a monkey! And his eyes…..well he would make the raccoon family very proud!' The Blondie thought.

Light did mention a while ago that if Ryuzaki didn't sat like that, his thinking would go down by a great number.

'What was the percentage again?'

It was a good amount of percentage. But she couldn't recall it. Not that it matters, because she really doesn't care.
Though it did sprout an idea in her mind.

'Does his sitting like that could really improve his thinking skills? Could that tactic be implied on anyone?'
She will never know until she tests it out.

Well since she got nothing better to do, might as well try it. It was risky. For once again she was wearing a very short skirt. Dare she pull her legs up and she would end up revealing her underwear. And Ryuzaki is the last person on the earth she would want to expose it to.
To Light, perhaps. To Ryuzaki, a big NO! Because the latter one was pervert.

But right now, the depraved individual was minding his own business, his gaze fixed on a screen. So there was a possibility that he might not even look at her.
Well truth be told, even if a natural disaster occurs; Ryuzaki wouldn't care one way or other. He would still be sitting or crouching in his chair, working on a case, all the while the storm wrecking up the surroundings in bits and pieces.
His concentration was remarkable, Misa noted.

The girl lifted her legs which were clad in thigh high striped socks and adjusted them on seat. She then planted her palms next to her feet to further make the space, but found out she was blocked from the inside back.

'I think I have to step up' Misa thought.

The pop idol squirmed a little, lifting her bottom so now her legs supported her body weight.

It then began to dawn on her that just how difficult this was. She could feel her breasts squished against her thighs. Her painted nails were digging in the upholstery for a good grip while at the same time rocking her balance with the help of her ankles.

"Jesus" She muttered under her breath.

How on earth can anyone think in this position? Misa wondered. It was such an uncomfortable stance. The person will have to stay conscious all the time in case he doesn't topple backwards or worse smack himself face forward on the floor. The second one would be such an ugly scene. Not to mention hurtful as well.

Before she could ponder on it further, Misa heard a voice;

"Are you mimicking me Miss Amane?"

Misa straightened up only to find Ryuzaki staring at her, his thumb resting beneath his lip. There was no change in his expression. He was looking the way he always did except there was this glimmer of curiosity in his gaunt looking orbs.

'Shit! Now what?!'

Misa didn't say anything but quietly unfolded her legs. At once the blood started coursing in her limbs, making her numb momentarily. She then patted her skirt to smooth out the creases.
She waited for him to speak but only got a pregnant pause in reply.
Unable to resist, she glimpsed at him. He was still staring at her, waiting for an explanation.

'Well better spill it out'

"Not really Ryuzaki san, I was just trying to sit like you"
"Why?" He echoed.
"I was curious….."Misa finished. And bored, she added inwardly.
"Okay"

The detective returned to his work. Misa was startled. Well that went smoothly.

The model got up. She saw no point in staying in the same room with Ryuzaki not after conducting such a ridiculous stunt.
However before leaving, Ryuzaki stopped her by asking a question.

"Miss Amane?"
"Yes?"

The detective swiveled his chair around, his hands now holding a chocolate cookie.

"Is pink your favorite color?"

Misa was taken aback. Why would he ask that?
"No, it's not"
"Okay" And with that, Ryuzaki turned his chair towards the computer again.

Misa left the room, puzzled. What was that all about?
Her confusion was solved when she was getting ready for bed. She grabbed the shirt and slipped inside it. She then reached for her loose trousers.
While putting them on, she paused. Her brown eyes travelled from trousers to her thighs to her privates which were covered in a pair of pink panties. Pink….does this mean…

"Pervert!" She shrieked, her voice resonating in the dressing room.

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