Disclaimer: Death Note is not mine, nor will it be (sadly).
Warning: LxRaito, and the other way around. Nothing bad, just fluff sorta.
Nothing could stop a determined Misa Amane from getting to her beloved Raito Yagami.
Not even a red-faced Matsuda who up and flipped when she had barged in to the room that the Japanese teen and eccentric detective L shared.
"M-Misa-chan, what are you doing?" he had blurted as she kicked open the hotel door and sailed in.
"Misa Misa MUST see her beloved Raito!" she crowed triumphantly to the officer. "Where is he?"
"H-he's- uh- I mean, he's-"
But Misa was gone, sailing past him and was going further into the suite. She charged ahead, making a beeline straight for the kitchenette, where she was pretty sure her boyfriend and the all-things-sweet-loving L were. She turned the corner, all set to cry Raito's name in joy-
-and stopped dead.
Her scream could be heard all the way back to the front of the suite, where a blushing Matsuda finished his sentence:
"sort of kissing L…"
A/n- Random and short. My first Death Note fic. Yay! (waves flag)