Summary: An illusive serial killer obtains a Death Note and wreaks havoc, and the world must once again call upon L to save it from it's destruction, but how can you call upon a dead man?{MisaxL}
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, if I did, L wouldn't have died.
Chapter One: Guilty Lamb
Ki wo Tsukete
Kami-sama wo miteru...
It was the middle of spring, bright, sunny, cheerful. For everyone but Amane Misa of course.
Trouble had a way of catching up with the model, not that it wasn't deserved, because she was the second Kira after all, but it seemed that maybe due to her sad past she could become happy, but now it seemed that wasn't the case at all.
"Amane Misa, you stand trial for charges of Second Degree murder. How do you plea?"
There was a brief moment of silence, it seemed as if everyone was holding their breath,
"Guilty." Her attorney shook the blonde's shoulders and chastised her.
"I thought we talked about this..." she whispered
It didn't matter now anyway, everyone was dead, and her hands were dirtied with all of their blood. It didn't matter if she had killed them, she was to blame. Soichiro and Light,
L.
Thinking back on it, his death was the only one she regretted. Kind Ryuuzaki who always had a smart comment, strange Ryuuzaki who sat wierd and ate awkwardly, and of course, sweet Ryuuzaki who had asked almost pleadingly, "I'll fall in love with you?"
How unkind she had been, calling him a pervert, leading him on almost cruelly, but then again, they had been friends, right?
'More of a friend than my darling Kira.' she dared to think.
In the months after Light's death, she had began to drop her childish antics, no longer referring to herself in third person, and she only smiled when her photographers asked it of her.
'Tch.' Why should she waste her time mourning over a man who never cared for her?
That wasn't quite right, it wasn't for Light, at all. It was just that after his death had she realized how alone she had truly been, a false lover who would much rather hang himself than hear her speak.
But there had always been Ryuuzaki. He would make her genuinely laugh, and show true happiness, and he would make her frustrated and angry, but she could always be Misa. The real Misa who would act innocent and childishly, like she wanted, but her gratitude to Kira kept her risking her innocence and life for that beautiful boy. Sadistic. Cold. Heartless. Light.
"I plea guilty." she said softly.
There was an audible gasp among all parties present.
The jury mumbled among themselves, their shock apparent on their faces.
The trial dragged on. Weeks passed, the deliberation process took a grueling five hours.
In the end, she was cleared, a free woman. Not Guilty. Innocent. And she hated it. She deserved to rot, burn, die. Fate had a cruel way of punishing her. Forcing her to live on as all she cared for layed six feet under, stone-cold, frozen-dead.
The jury had acted as if the real Kira was forcing her to plea guilty, they called her a victim. Her. A black-hearted murderer wrapped in the skin of a lamb, that was an accurate description(at least, in her eyes), but never victim. Maybe at one point, she had been, a fool blinded by love and devotion to the man who avenged her parents. At that point she had been used like a tool, trading half of her lifespan at his whim, she was victimized, and yet, it was still her fault that Lawliet had died. It didn't feel right for her to use his name, she didn't deserve to know it, but she had cheated at this game to learn it, all for someone else to win.
"Would you like to see his grave?" Light had asked her, as a perverse smile spread across his face.
"No." she had answered plainly " I hated him." and she was forced to hide the pain and guilt behind her eyes.
When she reached her apartment, after closing the door behind her, she went to the sink and got some water, and then to the medicine cabinet for some pain medication, she felt like her head was splitting open.
She downed the meds and sat down on her plush sofa. Sitting there alone left her to her thoughts, those memories which haunted every waking and sleeping moment.
" I' ve been misjudging you this whole time! I even called you a pervert, but you really do understand me!"
Tear.
"Yes, Misa is definitely the most perfect and suitable woman for Light."
Sob.
"Thanks Ryuzaki! You're such a sweetie!" and she kisses his cheek. His hand flies up to his face, a look of utter shock crosses his eyes as he touches where her lips once were.
"I 'll fall in love with you?" it is quiet, personal, and she isn't supposed to hear it.
"Let's not go that far, but you can be my friend, is that alright?" but of course she does anyway.
She's bawling now, sobs shaking her body with an uncontrolled force, her palms are wet, her eyes become increasingly red as more tears fall unceremoniously to join the others in the puddle in her hands.
She heads to the living room, her plan is to use the television to cover the sound of her sobs, so that the neighbors don't worry. Chance put the television on a news channel. Misa heard the word Kira and immediately tuned in. Something about Kira judging criminals again, but that was impossible, Light was dead, right? She kept listening, and she deducted that a new person must be using the Death Note to kill criminals in the same method as Kira.
'But to what end?' she questioned inwardly. 'Why now, all of a sudden?'
What she didn't know was that she would soon find out.
A/N: Love, Hate? I want to continue, but I won't if you don't like it.
So, tell me what you think, what to fix, things like that.