Owned.

I raise my strawberry vanilla sponge cake, crouched over on the seat, savouring the sweet taste and moist icing. Aizawa and Matsuda are quietly arguing in the corner over minor details concerning the case.

My eyes flicker up to the screen showing Misa-sans landing, in which Light is being his usual cold-hearted self, seemingly refusing to give Misa-san a hug.

I frown, still raising the cake to my lips on autopilot as I watch the scene unfold. Light turns away, his arms crossed over his chest, striding away as if he owns the place. Which he doesn't. I do. When he disappears from Misa-sans sight, she falls melodramatically to her knees, her hands clutched into fists, keeling over onto the floor. I see the tears streaming down her face and wish that, however criminal he may be, I could just have his life, just for one day, to wrap my arms around her petite form.

Light comes clattering down the stairs, disrupting my various dream-scenes of hugging his girlfriend. He pulls out his bag from underneath the desk and makes for the front door.

'Why didn't you hug her?' I ask, seemingly offhandedly. I was getting pretty good at that where it concerns Misa-san.

'Why do you care? It's not like I don't have anything better to do.' And with that he turns away.

I just don't understand what she sees in him. That damn malicious freak.

I turn back to the screen. Misa-san seems to have somewhat collected herself and was now crouched on the settee, channel flicking. My lips turn up in amusement, as do my eyebrows. She was sitting like me. She usually scolds me for sitting the way I do. Then I frown. She was still crying. How I wish I could comfort her. But I can't.

Before my thoughts carry on, I realize I am out of cake. I press the intercom button and order Watari to bring me some chocolate truffles. But as soon as I was done, my thoughts turned back to the golden haired princess.

Poor Misa-san. All she wants is some harmless affection and what she gets is rejection. I hope she realizes that he's just using her. I sigh as my chocolate comes in. I stare at the bowl for a long time before delicately picking one up between my thumb and forefinger and gingerly placing it in my mouth.

It was not me needing comfort. It was her.

I sigh again, staring wistfully at her image. If only she wasn't the second Kira, if only she wasn't so in love with Light. I would show her the good things in life, the beauty of what she is.

I would show her-no. We both knew that wasn't allowed. We both knew she had feelings for me, but, it would break her to know just how much I reciprocated.

I stare at the fuzzy image, wishing I could be with her. But I just can't.

She is his after all.