A/N: First oneshot ever. I'm sorry if my writing still sucks. ;; anyway, I just had to get this plotbunny out of my head. I'm not much of a Raito/Misa fan, but I wrote this anyway. xD
Disclaimer: Death Note does not belong to me. I wish it did though.
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'Roger, no! No, Roger! Don't leave me! I... I love you!'
'Cassandra... I... I love you too!!'
"Oh, puh-leeze," Misa's voice snapped exasperatedly. "That is so cliché..." She murmured, flipping the TV to another channel. She always hated watching those lovey-dovey soap operas, never really understanding why loads of women everywhere crazed over them so much. Sure, she acted for a couple of them from time to time, but still. To Misa, it was all a lie. A lie television companies came up with to fool their customers for profit.
Misa tried to believe in true love and tried her best to convince herself she already had her happy ending, yet sometimes, somehow, she felt her heart ache for it. No matter how much she told herself Light truly did love her, it could not be so. Misa wasn't that dumb. She knew Light had nothing more than profit in mind when he chose to live with her, yet she thoroughly accepted him. She enjoyed him, he enjoyed her. To Light, it was nothing but a game.
Light never opened up to her. Ever. Sometimes the brunette left the blonde wondering what was going on underneath his harsh and cold demeanor. Mainly, Light would talk to Misa if only to complain and grumble. He never really told her he loved her. That was the one thing Misa wished for-- if only she could admit that true love was nothing more than a mere facade her mother planted in her heart during her childhood years.
Misa had always believed Light only loved -well, not even loved- her for his own personal amusement. She knew next to nothing about the brunette. Sure, he was Kira. He was her savior, the lone hero who erased the man who killed her parents and made crime rates around the world drop alarmingly. She knew about his childhood, school days, and even his past girlfriends, but she had no idea what was going on in his head. His ideas, thoughts, opinions and plans for the future... Misa did not know.
Sometimes she found herself craving for just a tiny sprinkle of love in Light's actions. She knew his soul was as hard as rock, but sometimes she found herself wishfully thinking that he hid even just a microscopic pinch of affection in his words and actions. Yet Misa knew Light was insensitive to the feelings of others. That fact disappointed her greatly.
Misa often tried to tell herself that Light also carried a beating heart - an organ vital to every human. A heart that can love as much as it hates, mourns, and spites. At times, Misa filled herself with these feeble hopes; hopes that one day, Light would kiss her for more than just stress relief or pleasure.
So there it was that Light got his sex. Not that Misa didn't enjoy it, rather, she found herself longing for a little bit more. It wouldn't hurt. Surely, it wouldn't pain Light to integrate just a little more feelings into his deeds. Surely.. just surely.. It wouldn't hurt to show a little more... love.
Misa sighed, losing her taste for drama serials. Those thoughts always made her stop whatever she was doing. Shuffling her feet over the living room's plush carpet, she made her way to the damned box and shut it off. No, Misa never really liked watching those shows. They only reminded her of how imperfect her relationship with Light really was.
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A/N: I hope I wasn't that bad. Heh. Thank you for reading.