Oneshot here! I've been checking out some L x Misa fics and some are cute so I wanted to try it out. This one's pretty Misa-centric and emotional. (Can be interpreted as L x Misa, but can also just be friendship) Hope you like!

I posted this back in 2017, but I've made grammatical fixes and deleted the very cringe-worthy grammar version since then.

Glass is not strong, fast, agile

Break a glass and it won't lie

Glass is very fragile

Just like you and I

She is a glass: a beautiful glass with intricate crystal inlays always half full with bubbling happiness. Some might say she is thick, but that would depend on who was asked. She didn't think she was thick. She wasn't as stupid as everyone seemed to think.

Like a glass, she was fragile. She knew this, but knew how to maintain everything that weighed down on her insides. She kept up a sturdy balance, pretending - Pretending not to notice it all - All the manipulation, the lies, the disregard of her very existence at times.

He'd turn her away when all she wanted was to see him, spend time with him. She was in love with him wasn't she? So it was only natural. She liked to go dancing, and out to restaurants, but if Light didn't want that, that was fine with her. She was fine with just seeing him a few moments, sitting awkwardly across from him as the detective beside him remained in their presence- sort of like a double date, she would suppose. Her with Light, and Ryuzaki with his selection of cake. If that's what he wanted to do then she'd do it: anything to please him.

Beneath the transparent glass that is herself, she sometimes wishes Light would look at her the same way Ryuzaki would look at cake. Though it probably sounds silly, she craves attention. That's just who she is.

She loves compliments, they make her shine like the moon. The moon shines brighter because of the sun's light. Maybe Light is her sun; she loves his rare compliments the most, even though she knows they're only a means to manipulate her. She lets him manipulate her with ease, with hope that he will commend her for her help by making an effort to love her. He never does though. She's just a means to an end.

"Misa, I need you to be my eyes. We can rid the world of evil together. You can be my Queen." She realizes she's not truly a Queen. She is a servant, or maybe she's a Jester. She always does seem to make a fool of herself, especially in the eyes of her Knight. She obeys though. Light always knows the right things to say. He says he needs her, and she loves being needed. He says they can do this together, and she wants nothing more than to be together with him always. She doesn't care much about being royalty, but being pampered like a Queen sounds wonderful, because she loves attention. She had once gotten plenty of it from her parents, but they no longer have it to give. She tries to fill the void with the attention of her fans, but it's just not the same. She loves Light, and Light fills the void, brightening the darkness and making her eyes shine once again.

Her glass begins to fog from over-use. She becomes more translucent. She isn't as easily read anymore.

She doesn't have much to hide, truthfully, only her feigned ignorance of Light's synthetic fondness for her. She makes believe that all his true motives are hidden. It's almost like a cloudy day. The clouds conceal the sun from the world. Even though the clouds shroud it, she knows the sun is still there. Light is still her sun, because she still has hope that he'll one day realize how much she cares. She has hope that he might return the favor and care for her too.

"Misa." The breath in his voice makes her swoon, despite all the hurt. "He's the one standing in the way of our happiness. Once he's executed, we can be together." She wants to yell at him. She wants to scream at him and tell him that it's not Ryuzaki that's in the way of her happiness, it's himself. She knows that he will never want her; she will never be good enough. She wants to ball her eyes out and punch his chest, ask him what she's done to deserve it. She had always followed orders, so why was her god punishing her? Why was the Light of her life, the sun, punishing her?

It only makes her glass opaque. She hides it all - All the hurt that's sploshing against the thinning sides of the once beautifully intricate glass, putting strain on the once standing tall and sturdy container. It's difficult to contain all of her feelings.

"Misa. Ryuzaki and I are busy working on the case right now. I don't have time for your childish games." He dismisses her without a second thought. It's always like this. He only goes to her directly when he needs to use her as part of his big plan for the world. She's invisible to him anytime else, no matter what she wears, or how long it takes her to make herself as beautiful as she can possibly be for him. It's like she doesn't exist, and it makes her feel broken, like a glass.

Even if she continues to make an attempt at his attention, she knows he will just ignore her. She prays that he will just see her. He never sees her. He never asks about how she's doing. In his eyes she's a nuisance and a tool, nothing more. It's pitiful, and it makes her want to sleep and cry, but she holds it in. Her credence of Light loving her diminishes further.

Her glass begins to form cracks.

Maybe Light is more like the sun than she first thought. When she tries to get close, she only ends up getting burned. And even when she can see him clearly, it's always like he's thousands of miles away. It hurts, even to look him in the eye. Even if she only glances his way for less than a full minute, it still hurts her. If she never had 'eyes', she would never have to witness the painful light of the sun. The sun and the moon would never be seen together.

It's the one day that Light isn't at the Task Force Headquarters that she marches into the room where Light punched Ryuzaki before he was Kira again. She intends to try again. To fight for Light's love, even if it ends up killing her. After all, it's better to die trying than to never try at all isn't it?

Ryuzaki is the only one there. She had it all planned out, and she hadn't thought about what she'd do if Light wasn't there. She pictured him being there when she went over her plan in her mind. All traces of determination were swept off her face as Ryuzaki turned her way with those wide owlish eyes. Her eyes began leaking as her mouth trembled. Her glass was too overfilled with hurt that it was all seeping out.

Her glass breaks.

No, glass doesn't break, it shatters. It shatters into a million pieces, unrepairable. Maybe there was something wrong with her. Maybe she was just beyond repair.

She ran to Ryuzaki, effectively knocking him to the floor with her force, sobbing uncontrollably. It was involuntary. She had been lacking comfort for so long, and Ryuzaki wasn't sitting in his unapproachable crouch. She wailed, spilling what was once a bubbly carbonated glass of happiness that had gone flat. She realized that her tears were soaking Ryuzaki's shirt, and judging from his stiffness he was most likely very uncomfortable. It took her a while before she would finally release her death grip on the man's cotton shirt. Sniffing, she reluctantly let go and apologized to him, wiping her eyes.

"It would appear that Misa is upset." He pointed out the obvious innocently. She wanted to burst into tears again. Of course she was sad! She wouldn't be crying if she wasn't sad.

She nodded, because she knew her voice would break if she spoke.

"May I inquire as to why?" He questioned, biting his thumb as he peered at her curiously.

She nodded again, causing L to deadpan as a result of her not responding with a reason.

"Why." It wasn't a inquiry. It was a monotonous statement that made Misa reluctant to answer.

She sniffed. "M-Misa is sad because Light doesn't ever look at her like Ryuzaki looks at cake! Misa is just an instrument that Light plays. Light doesn't love Misa and M-Misa does everything she can!"

Ryuzaki paused for a moment, his thumb to his lip idly as he pulled himself into his signature crouch. Misa decided he must be thinking about something. "Perhaps Light is taking Misa for granted because he doesn't realize how much she cares for him."

A comfortable moment of silence passed as she mulled over Ryuzaki's response. Her frantic breathing as a result of her outburst, calmed. "Does Ryuzaki think Misa loves Light?"

He pondered over the thought for a moment. "It could be that Misa is merely infatuated with Light, because she idolizes him." He offered.

It restored her hope. Maybe she didn't love Light. Maybe she could get over him after all. Maybe she had been hoping towards the wrong thing all along. She tried so hard to gain his affections, but she resolved that getting over him was what she should've been trying to do. What did she know about Light anyway? She knew he was Kira, which she was grateful to him for, but she didn't know him as a person did she? She'd only seen a glimpse of his true self while he was handcuffed to Ryuzaki, and truthfully he wasn't serious about her then either. She knew Kira better than she knew Light. Kira was never nice to her genuinely, only doing things for his own gain. Her glimpse of Light Yagami had been replaced by Kira once again. She looked to Ryuzaki's unreadable eyes and smiled the first genuine smile she'd had in months.

Maybe there was a person capable of putting shattered glass back together.

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