Summary: Misa and Light's relationship is not easy for Misa. But when an unknown aid to Kira arrives, for better or for worse, she's stuck with this new hero. Is he really for what's right for the people…or is his reasons only for hate? And the blooming relationship of Light and Misa strains even more when there's a sudden connection between Misa and this man that calls himself Rurouni. Who is this masked vigilante? What's his story behind the mask? And how does Misa know him? This will be a Light X Misa story. There is a slight MisaXOOC.
I do not own Death Note or the characters. I do not own the idea of V from V for Vendetta. I just make ideas and present them to you, like my creation of a character like V, who I call Rurouni. My character of Misa may seem a little smarter in the beginning, but I will try to stick to her true character when she is with people she knows. However, you'll see a more sophisticated, stronger, and clever side of Misa. Enjoy and send reviews!
Now, on the brighter side," the news reporter said all cheerily as he fixed his mask expertly. "New leads have been found on the Kira case. The suspect has not been identified and will not be until the Task Force is completely sure. There are several interrogations that have been reported, but there has not been one specific person that is completely guilty." The man swiftly placed all of his weapons in their right compartments in his attire, hiding them expeditiously in his black body suit.
Somewhere else, Misa Amane was watching the exact same thing, glaring at the woman on the TV with utter hatred in her eyes. "Well, of course they wouldn't. They're too busy that no one sees the obvious," Misa says smartly, seated in front of the mirror in the bathroom, wearing only a C cup black, lacy bra and a black thong with even more lace. She was getting ready for a dinner party at a model's house, one of her many frenemies. She gently applied red lipstick to her already luscious raspberry lips.
"You know what I say about Kira? He's a wimp. He can kill all these people with the Death Note, people that deserved it – yes – but he has not the decency to identify himself? He's no hero and he's definitely no saint. And you know what else I have to say…God listens." Misa stared at the television, her brown eyes darkening slightly at the sudden acknowledgement to God. Since when does Takada believe in a God other than Kira, she thought idly before setting down the lipstick and picking up the eye pencil. She still didn't get how Takada could possibly say she was loyal to Kira, and then say she thinks he's a wimp on national television.
"She would be the one to talk about God," he said with disgust, tying on his black cape. In his mirror, he combed back his hair and then smoothed it back with some gel. He then sat back in his chair, listening more to the idiotic, hate-filled words of Kiyomi Takada.
"Let me repeat that: God listens. He's up there, even now, watching us, knowing our every move before we even make them. And you know what else, no one escapes judgment. Not me. Not you. And especially, not Kira or even the second Kira. Why, because we all sin. Sin is something that cannot be avoided. But redemption is the key and Kira, that idiotic fool, has no place in his heart for it. Listen to me Kira, wherever you are. You cannot escape judgment. Your sins – death, hatred, deceit – they will not escape the book of God. He's coming. And he's coming for you."
Misa rolled her eyes, finishing up on her liner and mascara as Takada spoke. Dumb bitch. You're the one that won't escape judgment, she thought smugly before standing, peering at her reflection in the mirror. Her body wasn't as curvaceous as Takada's, but it was slender, slim, and had soft curves that left any man wanting more. Well, maybe excluding Light, her boyfriend. Only because the bastard is hung over this trashy bitch.
Misa picked up the dress she had laid out, which was simple, elegant, and sexy. She slipped into the silky material, pulling the dress up until the hem fell right at the middle of her thighs. She pulled the strings over her shoulders. The black silk dress with spaghetti straps clung to her figure seductively, hugging her curves gracefully. The top left a good amount of cleavage due to the under wire in her bra. She then stepped into her black platform stilettos.
Then, she sat in her chair and began adding her accessories. She pulled on her black bracelet with spikes and jabbed some black diamond dangling earrings in her ears. Still listening to Kiyomi bitch with more ease, Misa untied her now mid back length wheat blond hair which was tightly curled and flowing.
"Do you hear me? He. Is. Coming. For. You. You and your accomplices. No one can escape –
"That is quite enough, bitch," both snapped at their TVs. Misa threw the remote on her and Light's king sized bed as he threw the remote on his dresser. He stepped into black boots, zipped them up, and walked out of the room gracefully.
As soon as she stepped out of her apartment complex, she was eternally grateful to God for giving her the sense to wear her tan trench coat that stopped right at her knees. Her heels clicked on the hard pavement as she walked down the street. She had informed her driver that she wouldn't need him for this personal affair because she didn't want to make an appearance. As much as she loved her fans, Misa-Misa would love just one night where she didn't have a thousand boys and girls leaning all over her.
Just as she made a turn, she noticed two men coming in her direction. All movement stopped on her part as she glanced behind her only to see another. Misa backed up until she saw an alley way that led into the safety of the busy streets. She looked back at the men before bolting down the alleyway only to run smack-jab into a solid chest. Her captor grabbed her forearms, forcing her to look up. She cried out and wrenched out of his grasp.
"Well, well, well! Seems like one of God's angels lost her way," this tall, big, and completely creepy guy commented. Instead of blushing at the obvious compliment, Misa gave him a quick smile before frowning. He disgusted her, even if she didn't even know the man.
"I am so sorry," she said apologetically. "It's late and I'm late, and I really need to get to a friend's house. So, if you'll excuse me." She tried to go around him, but he intercepted. She tried the other direction, but again, he was in her way. "I really need to get by. I was going to check up on my boyfriend at work and then go to my friend. Please, I'd like to get back."
"Check up on your boyfriend, eh? Well, my friend here is pretty sick. Maybe you can check up on him," the dark haired man said. A blond haired, slightly balding man that looked like he really did need medical help suddenly came out of the shadows and stood behind her. Misa jumped, not suspecting him.
"Yes, I got a bad case of the blues. You can even feel it." His voice was slimy and when he grabbed Misa's hand to direct the dainty fingers to the bulge at his groin, she snatched out of his grip, slapped him crisply, and pulled out her pepper spray.
"Get away from me," she threatened. The ugly bastard stood behind the bigger man in shock, wrapping an arm around the broad shoulders and holding the side of his face, which had turned red.
"Kitty got claws! I believe she just threatened us. You know what that means, ol' boy?"
"Yes, I do," he replied and pulled out a police badge. Misa's eyes widened in fear and shock. "We exercise our own form of punishment instead of taking you down to the station for assault, Miss Amane. If you won't be the sorriest bum in Tokyo, you'll have the sorest bottom." Misa stepped back, almost ready to vomit.
"You're going to finger me?" She asked, voice quavering at the sudden threat laced in his explanation and the way his pal had unbuckled his belt. When she saw the truth in his eyes, she turned and tried to run, but another man was waiting for her and held her by her arms, pinning her wrists against her chest. "No, no, please! I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"What do you say, men? Listen to kitty?" The man holding her asked, his voice teasing. Misa struggled in his hold, wishing so much that her red LG Rumor would ring. Light promised he'd check up on her if she didn't come by the office before she went to the party. At least she knew he cared. Only now, she wished he'd call.
"She's not sorry. Not yet. But she will be," the first man said, cracking his knuckles. The three men surrounded Misa, lifting up her trench coat and dress to reveal her panties. She screamed and kicked, but that only served to excite them more.
"Only a dark, unmerciful soul would be so vile as to harm an innocent, unsuspecting woman. Only a man who can't get a woman would attempt to taint such purity," someone said in the shadows. It was a male's voice, deep and silky, the kind of voice that would've excited Misa had she not been in a very unsafe predicament. She looked over the balding man's shoulder to see a man in all black, a cape billowing behind him. A white mask that covered his eyes glowed in the darkness, the light from the street framing him.
"We're, uh, kinda busy here, buddy. So, bitch to someone else," the big man said.
"Are you telling me to bitch as in I will be acting like a female dog, like yourself, with someone else or are you just calling me a bitch and keeping the name of scumbag to yourself? Your choice of words shows you have no intelligence nor do you have any moral. For if you did, this affliction you wish to cast upon this woman would not be taking place." He walked up to them. The big man released his hold on Misa's delicate wrist and pulled out his badge.
"I'm a part of the task for –
The masked man yanked out a knife and cut the through the leather like it was butter with moves so fast, it was hard to tell it even happened until the bottom half of the wallet fell to the ground. Misa gasped as the balding man walked by his friend and pulled out a pistol. That was when the action really started.
The masked crusader, feeling threatened, punched the first guy so hard, he flew into the brick wall. Some of the bricks even came out at the impact. Misa was thrown to the ground as her captor ran over to join the fight only to have a knife pierce his heart. She watched the dead body hit the floor with a thud before looking up as the balding guy had his pants buckle cut off, causing his pants to fall down. In that short period, Misa had to refrain from laughing at the ridiculous situation before she was sucked back into fear as her savior held the man in a headlock. She couldn't see his eyes well in the dark, but she could tell he was looking at her as he twisted. A sickening crack echoed in the alley and the limp body hit the wet ground.
The first man, realizing that both of his partners were dead, tried to crawl over to the pistol that had been thrown near the wall. Misa couldn't even shout that that was his motive because the masked man made his way over, his black boots falling in heavy footfalls at his every, intimidating step. His boot came down on the man's calf hard. The sickening crunch had Misa shivering.
"Please," the man begged pathetically, kind of like the way Misa had been begging only moments ago. He was bawling like a bitch and had it not been for the fact that she was terrified, Misa would've been smiling triumphantly. Sadly, she was too scared out of her wits.
"A woman's fragile heart is more valuable and pure than a man's soul that has been tainted by darkness. Hell hath no fury!" The masked man cried angrily, took out a black wand, and slammed it down on the man's head. The crack of both a skull splitting and the stick breaking at the force made Misa curl up against the wall, shivering uncontrollably.
She watched as her savior stood and turned to stare at her. She then noticed, now that the light of the moon was beaming down on them, that his eyes were gray, a dark gray that was almost innocent. So beautiful and captivating. He pulled out his blade from the man's chest and placed it back in its compartment.
"Who-Who are you?" She asked, holding up her pepper spray, hands trembling. She was not afraid of him. The action of the night left her nervous and untrusting, and that included with her not trusting the man that saved her life.
"Who am I? Very poor choice of words, madam, for who I am is not connected to what I am. And what I am is simply a man behind a mask," he says smartly. Misa just stares in shock, lowering her "weapon." Thanks for pointing that out, Captain obvious, she thought sarcastically.
"Yes, I can see that." The man chuckles darkly.
"Oh, I am not concerning myself with your powers of observation. That's very clear to me. I'm just referring to your asking a masked man who he is." Misa nods, feeling the vague feeling that she was in the presence of a psychopath.
"Very well then," she says shortly, watching his every move. He walks away, to a paper that is against the brick wall. He then turns to her.
"But I will not keep you from the answer that which you seek. No, I am more concerned with letting you know who I am, seeing as how I know you so well, Misa Sherise Amane." She didn't dare question how he knew her full name. No one knew it, but for some reason, she wasn't threatened with him knowing it. "After all, you will find you know me better than you think once you finally use the brain God has graced you with. You always had a knack for using it well, sometimes even better than your mother.
"I am a man behind a mask, a man hiding his identity. Why? Because I have more planned for my identity later in time. For now, I will leave you with this. I have seen the oppression of God's people and have heard their cries for mercy. The government and their silly little news reporters believe they are doing what's best to maintain obedience by disrespecting Kira, ridiculing him, and trying to make their people believe that he is a culprit. Sadly, their minds are incapable of seeing the truth that there is a traitor among them, and I am not talking about the identity of Kira, seeing as he is your boyfriend, Light Yagami. No, I am talking about their faithful little reporter that is seemingly innocent. But behind that innocence, I know, lays a vicious, ferocious, vile, and atrocious woman of the devil himself." Misa just stared. She didn't know that someone else knew the truth. Light had been suspected before, but that was when Misa was the second Kira. She didn't know that they still were suspecting him.
"I am more than just a man behind a mask. I am a man here to aid our sovereign of silence and secrecy, Kira, and with my help, this new world of peace and prosperity shall reign. A world where there is no murder, where there is no hatred, where there is no evil, Kira shall reign and everyone will be under tranquility once more in complete and silent obedience." He calmed his voice suddenly, frightening Misa. "So, I only mean to add that I am most humble to be in your presence and it is a great pleasure to see you. My name is Rurouni." The name sounded vaguely familiar to Misa's ears, as if she could recall a time when she herself had said that name. Back then, there had been so many wild red roses and back then, everything seemed innocent, even the handsome, sweet boy named Rurouni.
He's gone, remember? If you didn't see him in eleven years, he's dead. Its been eleven years, she thought sadly before refocusing on Rurouni.
"Are you a sort of crazy person?" She asked curiously, fear in her voice. He chuckles amusingly.
"Some would say so, especially the wretched Task Force. But I reassure you, ma'am, that I am far from crazy." He outstretched his hand, which was covered by a black leather glove. "Are you hurt?" She took the hand generously, tucking the spray in her pocket. He helped her shakily stand and then kisses the back of her hand gently. Misa nearly swoons at the feel of his firm lips against her soft flesh. Goosebumps arose on her flesh.
"I'm fine. Thank you. My boyfriend had warned me earlier that I should've had my driver. I just didn't listen." Rurouni listened carefully, the phrase "boyfriend" agitating him more than he realized.
"Does he…does he love you?" He found himself asking and regretted it a little too late. Misa just stares in shock, not being able to answer it. More or so, it was because his question hit a mark, a mark he knew that was very sensitive.
"Excuse me?" Anger was in her voice.
"Forgive me. That was not my place," he apologizes quickly. Misa nods in agreement, eyeing him carefully. "Do you like music, Miss Amane?" That has her glaring at him.
"I'm a singer. Of course, I like music. Do you?" Irritation is all over her face, but he only seems to enjoy seeing her get all riled up. I'll bet he'll just have a tea party if I kick his ass, she thought smartly, the sick little image already programmed into her mind.
"As a matter of fact, I do. I am a musician of sorts and I am on my way to a very important performance. Care to join me?" The invitation shocked Misa, to say the least, and instead of feeling appalled, she felt honored. But she also remembered Light and even if he didn't admit it, he cared and was probably going to light a fuse when he sees her in the morning.
"I really shouldn't. My boyfriend will be awfully concerned and I don't want to –
"It will be like nothing you've ever seen," Rurouni reassures, his smile so genuine, Misa's resolve breaking instantly. All worries about Light's scolding vanished into thin air as she agreed to what she thought would be a musical evening. How wrong she would be!