Romeo and Cinderella
LxMisa
Part One
*** NOTE***
I do NOT follow the story line to Death Note. I use Light, Misa, L and possibly Naomi at the end. I have the characters act in ways like they are seen on Death Note. You will see some things that have to do with the storyline, but brought up in different ways. This is a Vocaloid song and I am just writing a fanfic to it. Enjoy and please excuse my horrible spelling. ^_^
It may take some time for me to post each chapter up because it takes the longest time for me to type. -_-
***RATED MATURE FOR SMEXUAL SCENES THAT COME UP ESPECIALLY LATER.***
She scrubbed the gray tiled floor hurriedly and sighed. She quietly threw the damp sponge into a half full bucket of soapy water, causing a small splash. The young girl sighed and dried up the spot with her long ragged sleeve. She stood up and took the bucket and walked out, careful not to slip. She emptied the contents and boiled water for her to bathe in. She bathed and dressed in a hurry. She climbed the stairs to her parents who lied in bed, waiting. "Mother, father. I have finished cleaning. May I rest now?" she politely asked. Her father sat up. "Yes, Misa. Good-night." he replied. She smiled. "Thank you! Good-night and enjoy your dreams tonight!" she bubbly hoped. Her parents winced fom her high pitched soprano vocal cords.
Her father lied back down and pointed to a small glass dish on the nightstand that always held 12 carefully wrapped caramel candies. "You may take one." he offered. Misa giggled and picked up one between her two pale thin fingers. "Thank you!" she left the two to their dreams and skipped off to her small room down the hall in a dead end corner.
She reached the small, cold room and entered quietly. She placed the caramel on top of the dresser, along with the many others she never touched. She really didn't care much for those choking caramels.
Misa Amane sat on her stiff bed, waiting patiently until she heard her parents' snores. She smirked and unlatched the only window in her room. She drew back when the latch squeaked. Misa froze in fear. Her hazel eyes drifted about the room. Silence. Everything was silent. The snores returned and Misa clutched her chest, letting out a sigh of relief. She slipped out into dark, cold, starry night. She dangled from her window, clutching onto the window sill and her legs swung over the sweet freedom of green grass. It was a thirteen foot drop; not too risky compared to their neighboring houses.
She fearlessly dropped, making a barely audiable sound when she hit the ground below. Misa dusted herself off and bolted down west down the street. She did not feel much pain from this being her nightly routine for nearly a year. Misa always wore black, regardless of the ocassion. Tonight was no different. This made it easier for her to blend into the night. Her appearence for the most part was at her favor, despite her pale skin and and bright, swaying yellow hair as yellow as a canarie's soft delicate feather.
Misa arrived at her destination a few blocks down. She stood under a balcony behind a bush and carefully whistled in a bird like tone, a beautiful melody. If the male did not know, he'd think it was a lovely bird singing a sad love song, lost at night. That's what everyone who ever did hear such sounds assumed. That also was exactly what Misa wanted everyone to think. A young male, about four years older than Misa came out.
He had black, shiny, spiked yet messy hair, eyes darker than mid night, dark bags under his eyes from loss of sleep, skin as pale as Misa's and a baggy white longsleeved shirt and bluejeans. He was also barefoot and...well...not one of the...handsomest of the bunch. He clashed greatly alongside Misa, a bubbly blonde who always wore gothic attire. Her hair was what sticked out the most since she was one of the only natural blondes in Japan. Her soft yellow locks were as yellow as corn and usually was out with one spurt on each side of her head. She during the day had red lips and sometimes wore blue contacts. She was a retired model, but every penny she had ever made usually went to her parents who bit off more than they could chew and left the Amane family in debt.
Now what was a girl like Misa doing with such a bum like this guy? Simple. She was in love with him.
Her parents didn't allow them together. They'd stick up their noses and ridicule the guy for being alive. They hated him. To them, he was a filthy know it all jerk who wasn't good enough for their precious treasure and forbade them to ever see each other. However, for almost a year, Misa had been sneaking out every night to see him, Ryuzaki Lawliet. It was much easier for her to come to him because his father liked her to some extent.
If Ryuzaki came to Misa, Misa had no doubt it would be one hell of a night if they were caught. The Amane's wanted Misa to be with Light, a neighbor and rather quiet guy. However, it was obvious who Misa really wanted. Misa tied an end of a rope to an apple, along with a few strands of her florecent strands of her hair she had pulled out. She threw it to him and he caught it. She popped out from the bush and smiled. She hopped up on the rope and he tugged on the other side, pulling her up. She giggled as she reached him and swung her legs over the railing. "You'd think I'd be used to this by now." she laughed. He shrugged, smiled, and kissed her forehead. Misa pushed off, stood up, and scoffed. "I came all this way at this time for some granny kiss? L. Kiss me like a real man." Misa said, calling Ryuzaki by his nickname. She stared up at him slightly, waiting. He drew closer to her and with him finger, he lifted her head up slightly from the chin. "My apolgies, Amane." he apologized, right before pushing forward and embracing Misa tenderly on her naked lips. She giggled in that cute way into the kiss and allowed Ryuzaki to pick her up bridal style and carry her inside.
Tonight was the special and most important night of their lives. But it didn't start like this...
Nearly a year back, Misa and "L" were caught together behind several trees after straying from the funeral of Mrs. Lawliet, Ryuzaki's mother. Ryuzaki was alarmingly more depressed than usual and after the coffin was closed he just...ran off. The Amane's attended because the Lawliet's were apart of their neighborhood and they were familiar with their faces.
Misa had gone outside of the doors due to a forming headache from all of the weeping. Or that is at least what she claimed. Misa really hated death and tried to stay as far away from it as she could. She jumped when Ryuzaki dashed out, running past her with a breeze into a nearby woods, his face wet with fresh tears. Misa, curious, bit her lip and ran after the troubled young lad.
"Hey!" she called after as she ran deeper into the woods. It was almost like he disappeared! Right off of the planet! Misa stopped, panting. Her breath was visible in the cold air. She heard sobbing and followed it 40 paces to the left. There he was, back against a tree, face to hands, sobbing. Misa blinked in shock. She had barely known him, however she was taken back from his weeping because Ryuzaki was...rather emotionless. The only emotion he had ever shown was the emotion of boredom. No happiness, no sadness, no anger, no excitement, no anything. No matter what! Ryuzaki also had a habit of sitting in a crouched, frog like position. He now fir the first time in years sat normal. Misa sat down next to him and placed her hand on his shoulder soothingly. After a few moments of him continuously sobbing, Misa spoke. "I-I'm sorry about your mother." she stuttered out.
He then liften his head, staring at the girl, examing her face closely. He had never been within a mile of the girl and she...this was truly a breath taking moment.
He just stared at her. Misa shot him a look of confusion. "Um...Lawliet?" Misa said, trying to get him back down to Earth but only pronounced his last name wrong. "Lawliet." he corrected. "Lawliet?" she pronounced wrong, yet again. Ryuzaki sighed. "Just call me 'L'." 'Gosh... blondes really are stupid.' he thought. Misa nodded. "I really fel bad, 'L'," she began. "I'm, here for you if you need anything. Don't feel like a bother. We barely know each other, but no one's a stranger when it comes to help and support."
"L" now did another thing that he hadn't done in years. He...Smiled! For real! It formed without his knowing! This caused Misa to smile back. "Thanks...That really means a lot." he confessed, rubbing the back of his head and slightly blushing. "No problem!" Then, a lovely song came from a beautiful bird in the tree behind them. This would be the same song Misa would use when she called out to L. They syncronizedly looked up to heard the gorgeous sound. "That bird has one enchanting song." L laughed slightly. Misa chuckled. "Watch this." she instructed.
She cleared her throat and took a deep breath in. She then accurately whistled the same notes of the tune. L drew back, surprised and facinated. This song was so unique...so...pure...so...perfect! It definitely stoof out. They laughed together about that moment.
"Nicely done, Misa." L praised, quietly clapping. Misa squealed, nearly shattering L's eardrums. He heald his ears and winced as the overly excited girl hugged him tightly. "Finally someone didn't call me 'Misa-Misa' as in my old modeling name!" she exclaimed. L never cared much for fame names; nor fame itself.
L blinked his wide eyes from Misa's tight grip. She quickly noticed and let go. "Sorry..I'm just really excited." she patted her arm. "It's fine." he warmly smiled. He had never shown this much emotion before! The only time he ever showed the slightest bit of emotion was when something sugary was placed in front of his face.
They spoke for about another twenty minutes or more. Misa turned to L. "Now..We should probably clean your face." she suggested. She pulled L to her and gently wiped the tears away with the back of her soft hand.
L now surprised her even more..He leaned in and kissed her.
Should she pull back? Misa had never kissed any boys before. What would happen if she pulled back? What would happen if she pushed forward? He just lost his mother who he explained was the closest person to him...But did that give him the right to make a move on her? It was kind of rude, but either way, it turned Misa on.
She allowed herself to lightly kiss back. L did not expect her to do this. In fact, he expected her to push him off of her and call him a pervert, a pedobear, or something along those lines. He'd had quite a crush on her since he had caught sight of her and her upbeat yet so depressed. She was fragile yet strong. Brave yet shy. He fell for her. Yet, he never really had spoken to her nor her family.
A minute into the kiss, Misa pushed L back, causing him to fall and Misa climbed over on top of him, never letting their lips part once.
And that's when our story starts.