Maisie Maisie
summer Daisy
see how pretty she grows.
There's no farwell
with such a belle,
she kisses boys all in a row.
Misa woke with a start, salty tears ran down her face as the song that haunted her memories ran round and round in her head. 'If I hadn't left.. If I tried harder, I could have found her sooner. It's my fault' Her thoughts were as bitter as the acid that was trying to force itself up her throat. She slid out of bed and padded along to her en suite, not caring that Ryuzaki was probably watching, not caring that she looked a sight, not even caring that it was two o'clock in the morning. She wanted to wash away the remnants of the dreams that plagued her on a nightly basis.
The cold water helped, soothed her aching face like a balm. Nights like this were the worst, nights where there was no sound, when the music could come through loud and clear. She leaned her hands on the tiles, welcoming their cold, ciramic kiss. Not long now and she could give up the charade, she didn't care about Light, she never had. He was a means to an end, it didn't hurt that he was so good to look at, but she would not be sad when they parted ways. Ryuzaki, she glanced up at the mirror, taking in her ragged appearance, she didn't look like herself. She didn't feel like herself. Since when did she like anyone, she was a great actress but with him, with the panda eyed, sweet, charming... God she couldn't even think about him without sounding like a silly school girl with a silly school girl crush. She didn't know when it had started, the problem was that it had started. Don't get attached, that's what they always said at the agency, it only hurts more when it comes to goodbye. -
As Misa stripped off and stepped in the shower a certain raven haired detective turned away from the monitor, if there was one thing he prided himself on, other than his skills as a detective, it was his gentlemanly behaviour... most of the time. He sneaked a sideways glance at the enticing view that the girl... No, the woman he had come to love offered him. She had put a fair amount of weight on recently and he was glad, no more did her ribs stick out if she turned in a certain direction or her hip bones stick out sharply. She looked curvy and happy and most of all she looked healthy, he might even go as far as saying a little on the plump side, although never to her face. After all he didn't want to undo the work that Watari and he had put into her over the last few months. She had decided to quit modeling so why should she be bound by their ridiculous diet schemes. At first she was... hesitant, but eventually she didn't automatically say no when offered a piece of cake or when Watari gave her one of his famed chocolate sundaes (Ryuzaki had to admit he had been jealous at first but the he had received his own and he was almost pleased to note it was slightly lager than Miss Amane's had been). He knew Watari saw the girl as one of his own now, she may not have been raised in Whammys but she would always have a home if she needed one. Ryuzaki sighed deeply, something he had found himself doing more and more frequently when it came to matters Misa shaped. He knew he loved her several months ago, the night of the big storm.
Light had gone home as had the rest of the task force. Watari was in his room and he and Misa were alone in his study, it was rarely used except on the occasion that he was the only one working. Misa had burst in not long after the first silvery flash of lightning, she stood in the doorway panting slightly. Before he could open his mouth to ask if she was O.k another bolt had streaked across the sky, she dived across the room and threw herself into his arms. He hadn't been expecting such a sudden move on her part and had toppled backwards, sending them both crashing to the floor.
He kept waiting, for her to wriggle away, scream that he was a pervert, to force him off her even though she had put herself here. It never came, if anything she snuggled tighter too him, pressing her warmth and her softness into his side, gripping him and whimpering when the thunder roared loudly through the room.
'Misa, are you affraid?'
It had been a stupid question, he knew that but he had to ask. Had to know whether this was real or just an illusion cooked up by his sleep deprived brain. She looked at him for a long second before she nodded, curling her body tighter into his. His eyes widened slightly (if that were possible) before he settled his hands on her back, still expecting her to shrug him off, still being suprised when she didn't. They sat like that for nearly an hour before he lifted her and carried her to her room. He planted her carefully on the bed but she wouldn't let go.
'Stay with me?'
He studied her face, looking for the lie, for the trap and when he found none he slipped into the bed next to her. He couldn't remember who pulled the covers up around them but all he knew was he was surrounded by her, her scent, her arms, she was all around him and he loved it. He held her tightly to him as the storm raged on, watching her as she slept, almost finding sleep himself, till she muttered that on word. A word which grounded him and set him free, terrified him to his core and made him want to claim this beautiful woman as his own. Made his heart clench and his stomache flutter.
'Lawliet.'
A breathy whisper from the sleeping angel beside him, he wanted her, he needed her. He had never felt such a powerful urge to own somthing in his life! Never been as desperate to run away. She knew his name, she knew him, he was open to her in full and he knew so little about her. But with God (specifically the approving one called rem who hid in the corner watching the scene with a smile) as his witness he would know her, he would have her. She would love him as much as he did her when he was through, or Kira could take him, he wouldn't care, either way Kira would be stopped.
The next morning Light had burst in, waking Ryuzaki from the best sleep he had had in years, he started shouting about how they had betrayed him, Ryuzaki was going to set him straight when that little voice beside him spoke up for the very first time against her beloved.
'Light, don't be ridiculous, nothing happened. We're both full clothed for Christ sake. Stop being so.. so ... so stupid, Ryuzaki is my friend, he was helping me when I was scarred and that's more than you have done so pipe down. We had a late night last night thanks to me and I'm not letting Ryu leave this bed till I am satisfied he has had some decent sleep so you and the others can go home for a while. Ryu will call you later after he has slept and not before.'
She looked so stern then, talking to Light as you would a naughty child. Ryuzaki couldn't help but blush at the affectionate nick name and the fact she had, essentially, told him to stay in her bed. He wasn't getting screeched at for being a pervert, she wasn't pretending nothing had happened and she was holding his hand. The first girl to hold his hand, the first girl to sleep with him... in a manner of speaking.
Light left then, stunned into silence by her little tirade, Ryuzaki was amazed to the point he couldn't find his voice to argue that Kira wouldn't be having a lie in.
Misa had looked at him then, smiling warmly, brighter than she ever did for Light. She pulled him till his head was resting just on her stomach and he was lying on her. She gently ran her hands through his hair, his breath had hitched and his heart raced but if she had noticed she didn't say. He tried to stutter his excuses out to leave the warmth of her embrace but she wouldn't have it. She kept combing her fingers through his thick, black hair, softly massaging his scalp as she went, gently tugging it sending tingling sensations down his spine to rest in his lower back. She continued to brush her small hands through his mass of wild hair till his vision had faded and he succumbed to sleep for the second time in a day. He knew then that he loved this girl and would do anything for her, if she only asked him.
-
Back in the present Ryuzaki found himself studying Misa again as she crawled back into bed, still wet from her shower. It disturbed him to see her so upset but he couldn't go to her. How would he explain himself, 'Hey Misa. I was watching you almost secretly and you looked a bit upset, is there anything I can do to help?'
No, she wouldn't react well to that. So he chose to watch again, just for tonight. If this persisted tomorrow night he would take matters into his own hands. He had been suspicious when she had thrown her career away and now she seemed to be suffering more and more on a night. Something was happening with Misa Amanae and he was going to find out what, or his name wasn't L!
Right guys, this is my first fic under this pen name and the first of this paring. I don't think It's particularly well written but i hope it improves and I hope you like it. Please review and let me know what you think, if you think I should continue it at all.
Oh, while I remeber, sorry about any spelling mistakes, I only have notepad at the minute and it doesnt have spell check and I can't read it very well so please forgive me. They are all a bit ooc at the minute but I do kind of need that so ... yeah.
Let me know what you think =)
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