Misa's parents always told her she was beautiful. They enforced this view by registering her in pageants from a very early age. They never forced her to participate. No. It was always her choice. They never spent any winnings on themselves. No. Instead it was saved for their precious daughter so that when she grew up she could live a comfortable lifestyle when she chose to exert her independence and move out on her own.

In the end, it was that hidden stock pile of money that killed them. You can't keep that much money squirreled away with out rumors spreading. It was the money that brought that crazed robber to her parents home and they were killed trying to keep it safe. Trying to not let their daughter down. Misa knew that and she loved them for their devotion to her.

Misa's parents also told her she was smart. Thy never enforced this the same way as they did her beauty but they still told her regularly and her testing scores, while not spectacular, were better then some of the girls she knew in the 'business'.

Yes. Misa was beautiful and smart. She was sure of it. Her dearly departed parents would never lie to her. They had loved her to much to lie.

So...why didn't Light notice this? Why was he so cold her when she was obviously perfect for him. They complimented each other! Both beautiful. Both intelligent (even though she couldn't fool herself into thinking she was as smart as him). What was the problem here?

She wanted to ask but her emotions got the best of her again.

"Liiiight." She whined. It was painful in her own ears but others seemed to think it cute. "MisaMisa hasn't seen her Light in...in a while! Misa deserves a date with her Light!"

Light never turned to talk to her. His face stayed turned to the screen of his computer. "You're seeing me right now." He stated.

"No! You know what I mean!" She dropped her habit of referring to herself in the third person for a moment. "Seeing Light her in this...this gloomy place isn't the same as seeing Light in the sunshine! Or at a club! This isn't very romantic at all!" She finished with a pout.

"Misa. There is work to be done right now!" He never raised his voice, never looked away from his work. In fact, Misa had heard this reply so many times over the past few weeks that she was sure that the love of her life had programmed it into his tongue so that it was the first thing she would here if she tried to convince him to go out.

Her mouth started running before she could think of a proper reply. As a result all she got was another degrading whine "Liiiiight!"

"Misa!" He spoke more firmly this time. He looked at her this time and rose his arm dramatically, showing off his hated 'accessory'. "Any date we have will not end in the way you want it to as long as I'm attached to him. Now. Go." He turned back to his work.

Misa looked at the 'him' the her precious was attached to and was surprised to find that he had been watching the whole thing.

Ryuzaki. The name echoed in Misa's pretty little head. If it had been a few weeks earlier, when all this hand cuff non-sense had started, she would take her anger out on the hunched man but it was different now. She had realized her that he was not preventing them from going out. Actually, she was sure that enjoyed going out...he never objected and always participated in any conversation that would come up, even if it was only to correct something or to state a fact that it would take some hard thought to work into the topic.

She was forced to admit to herself that it was her Light that prevented them from going out. No one else.

Misa refused to leave. No. She wasn't going to back down this time. Yet, she didn't continue her argument either, instead she sat back with the rest of the investigation team. She watched from the corner of her eye as Ryuzaki turned back to his work. Se watched his back, studying him. Wheels turning in her head.

What did she know about Ryuzaki? He liked sugar and sweets and caffeine. He seemed to enjoy magazines or, at least, the models in magazines. He wore the same combination of clothing every day but they didn't seem worn or dirty so she could guess that owned multiple copies of the same outfit and washed them regularly. His hair looked messy but she was positive that it was an 'intentional' muss and, again, his hair looked clean. His way of seating was odd...yet part of her could reason how it would work in a persons advantage. You would be more alert sitting like that, more ready for action.

The last thing was the lack of sleep. She could understand that while Light didn't. Her father was a doctor. He worked night shifts and only slept about three or fours a night. He said he didn't need as much sleep s some to function...and he admitted that sleep was unnerving. Voluntary unconsciousness for eight hours that included vivid hallucinations. He would always say that you could get the same sensation out of drugs. Therefore sleep was a drug. Misa smiled at the memory.

She turned her attention to Light. What did she know about her true love? That he was beautiful, smart and perhaps more socially inept then the man he was chained to. At least Ryuzaki was polite!

None of this helped her though. She sulked. Or did it?

She turned to Matsuda, placing a perfect smile on her perfect face and kept her tone light and bubbly when she spoke. "It's a shame Misa won't get to go out today. There's a café opening up a short ways from here. Its called 'Sweet Heart'." She paused. "It's supposed to have the best cakes and chocolates around! Misa reeeeally wanted to go." She pouted cutely.

Matsuda smiled awkwardly, not sure how to respond to this conversation. Light never made a noise above the tapping of key board.

"A new café?" Bingo! That was the voice she wanted to hear. She turned away from Matsuda to look at Ryuzaki. He was deep in thought, sucking and nibbling his abused thumb. "Yes. I believe I heard about it. The best cakes in Japan."

"And the tea leaves are gown on site!" Misa added excitedly. She was right! The best way to bait Ryuzaki was through is stomach.

"Would you like to go with Misa, Ryuzaki-san?" She asked sweetly. If Ryuzaki said yes that would mean Light would have to go. Now. All Ryuzaki had to do was say yes.

He remained quiet, chewing on his thumb and staring blankly at some corner of the ceiling.. Misa knew he has to have figured out her devious plan. Light already had and his typing had grown to a furious pace so that key board protested under the pressure of his key strokes.

Ryuzaki finally answered. "Yes. I think I would like to go out with Misa-chan." He uncurled from his sitting position and stood. Misa expected a joint to pop or protest but no sound issued from the gaunt detectives body. "Shall we?"

Light stopped typing and huffed loudly before standing up. A sour look had spread on his features. Misa thought it made his pretty face look ugly.

She ignore that thought and stood herself and skipped over to the chained pair. It was time for phase two of her hastily thought up plan!

Light stiffened, expecting her to cling to him like some sort of mentally defected monkey...but it never came. Light blinked, confusion evident on his features.

Instead, she wrapped her arm around Ryuzaki's arm. Misa was pleased they he didn't resist and was pleasantly surprised when he actually adjusted her so that their elbows hooked together like she had seen done in those British romance films. She blushed but quickly reminded herself that this was part of her plan. This was a 'love game'.

"Let's go!" She giggled. This was going to be great!