Week One, Day One
"Light and the rest of the investigation team will be heading to the US to find the whereabouts of a newer Death Notebook. " L stared onward into the screen, where Watari's voice was coming from.
"Understood," he replied, chewing casually on his thumb.
"But, that means you will be watching over Misa Amane for the time being. She cannot come along. I trust you to watch her, L. Despite your . . . inexperience in this field, I am confident in your abilities."
L's eyes widened until they looked like they were about to pop out of his head. A long, undetermined amount of time with the Amane girl for only company? Well, at the very least it would be interesting . . .
"Good luck, L."
"Tell them all I wish them luck as well," he replied emotionlessly, before the screen blinked off.
As if on cue a high pitched voice sounded, "Light! I was wondering if you'd like to try some of Misa's–" And then Misa stopped, staring at the bug eyed, pale detective before her. There was no Light anywhere.
"Where's Misa's boyfriend, Ryuzaki!?" she snapped, crossing her arms demandingly. L bit back the urge to sigh.
"He's on a mission with the Investigation team. Until then I will be watching you." L tried to be as vague as possible. He really didn't want to deal with any bruised limbs. If anything, it made the super model's frustration increase until she stamped her foot on the ground in disbelief.
"What!? Why didn't they invite Misa to come along!? Misa is a lot of help!" How childish she was. L was slightly amused by her antics but did not smile, as it would've made her even angrier. The raven haired man envisioned what Misa would do as soon as she found out how long Light and the others were going to be gone. What L envisioned was not pleasant.
"I am sorry, but they said they did not wish to risk your life."
Misa growled at the poor excuse for her missing out on the fun. And her boyfriend. "Risking Misa's life Misas' voluptuous a– !"
"Now, now, Amane. As appealing as your behind may be, there is no need for such language," L interrupted, becoming slightly annoyed. There was a long pause, and the misfortunate man could almost taste the tension in the air. 'I probably shouldn't have said that,' he admitted to himself as he glanced up at the now flustered model. Yeah. Lwas ninety-nine point five percent sure he shouldn't of. Oh well, too late to take it back now.
The silence was broken by the shrill snarl of Misa Amane, "Ryuzaki is a pervert!" The blonde turned around and stomped off in a tizzy. Though L tried to pay attention to her flowing hair and earrings, his eyes did (against his usual gentleman code, mind you) glance down to see the woman's black panties, just barely showing underneath her ridiculously short skirt as she stalked away.
L went back to biting his thumb, a small and satisfied smirk upon his lips.
Pervert indeed.