Preface: Honestly, I am so angry they got a pet. When I saw in the show they had a bird I wanted to go over there and smack the hell out of both of them. They don't have time for pets! They don't have the luxury of a stable life! Who took care of it when they were in LA? Jeez! I can understand Misa being lonely but still. Watch a movie. Also, I love cats.


Bird

Weekends. Light didn't know the meaning. Gods do not get time off; they are hardly allowed any luxuries. But these were things he'd come to terms with long ago. Misa was quickly becoming, or had become, his only real release in this world. For all her annoying, less savory traits the girl was useful to him in more ways than he'd anticipated initially. She was obedient, she was agreeable, forgiving even when he lost his his temper (he hardly had to act around her anymore), and she was maturing beautifully. But most important of all, she was his. In every way that he could, and did, want. Misa was unflinching.

Ahead of him Misa was at the other end of the Kitchen, mulling around on the counter, probably making herself breakfast though Light didn't care to ask much less look up from his own plate (which Misa had prepared). The silverware clanked - Misa dropped her fork and knife on the plate.

'What now?' Light's eyes slid to her. Usually when something loud happened that was Misa's away of announcing she wanted attention.

"Light, it's so lonely when you're not around." Her sing-song voice grated against his ears, but the annoyance of it had been dulled by the two years he'd already spent listening to her.

"You have things to keep you busy." He said, using a fork to prod at his eggs. Odd, he thought she was more than busy during the day between shoots and being Kira.

"Sometimes. Some days I'm busy all day but sometimes if things are really slow I won't get any calls for a few days. Or sometimes we shoot in the morning, and then I'm home alone all day. I mean I could go out -" Light had to stop listening. In fact, he interjected.

"Well there's nothing I can do about that." For a moment his eyes narrowed on her, a hint of annoyance in his voice. She knew the work they did took precedence over everything. And from the dejected expression on her face Light knew she hadn't forgotten either. But, realistically, he supposed he couldn't blame her. Light was her everything after all. He grinned.

Misa's face brightened abruptly after she'd sat beside him at the table. She turned to him, invading his space - though by now even that was routine - and commanded his attention. What on earth had just gotten into her head? "I know! Lets get a pet!" A pet!? Light nearly choked on the air he breathed.

"What, we can't get a pet!" For this moment, he was not Kira, but Light the practical working man. A man not really equipped to handle the somber frown that took over her expression at his refusal. Light felt compelled to explain himself. His voice softened and slowed. "Look Misa, a pet is a lot of work. You have to feed it every day, take it for walks, and even if we get just a Shiba that's still a lot of attention."

A small flicker of hope returned to her eyes, "Well obviously we can't get a dog. I was thinking something different. We need a pet that can be alone sometimes." She spoke like he should of known that, even folding her arms to glower at him. Light raised a brow before he shrugged. Sometimes Misa was openly clever, and it was always a welcome surprise. Gathering his dishes, Light moved to the sink where she'd only just been. Misa had made them breakfast, cleaning up was only right.

"What about a cat?" She chirped, but Light scowled.

"I hate cats." Stupid, imperious, creeping things. There was only room for one god in the Yagami apartment. "Why not something simple, like a goldfish." Actually he would have pegged that for her first choice. Misa seemed like a goldfish person, until he noticed her returned frown.

"You can't bond with fish, you can't even pet them." She barked, and he nearly laughed. She'd probably try though. He should get her a fish just to see that.
Silence came between the two of them, but by now Light knew it would be short lived.

"Oh I know!" Speak of the Devil, "what about a bird?" This time he did chuckle, just a little, as he returned to the table with a cup of coffee.

"A bird huh? Run out of ideas?" Light grinned, cat-like and condescending.

"No, I could have said we get a rat." Through his glares and appraisals, Misa only ever offered a smile. Right now, though, her smile was tinted with a bit of pride. Hah, he was wrong about her this time. "Birds are so beautiful, and colorful! Oh and some of them even talk!" Already she was getting caught up in the idea.

Light took a sip of his drink, a brow twitching. A talking bird? Oh yeah, that's exactly what they need. *chirp-Light is Kira-chirp*! Yeah. No. "How about one that doesn't talk." The threat in his words was palpable, but Misa only huffed and looked away.

"Fine, it doesn't have to talk. But can we get one please Light? Please?" Misa slid her chair noisily toward him, snagging up his arm and resting her head on his shoulder with little resistance.

Before he answered Light's eyes turned to her, looking down into her wide, hopeful blues; today's color. One of Misa's more interesting qualities was the level of change her eyes could go through. Sometimes he wondered if she could control it. They always looked especially big and soulful when she really wanted something. Inwardly he was unmoved. Light already made his decision.

"Alright." He relented, leaning back in his chair just in time for the rest of Misa fill the space. Light gasped as she practically dove on top of him and wrapped both her arms around his neck.

"Oh Thank you Light! We can get one today!" She was always so eager, so impulsive. Light recoiled at the idea, but agreed with a sigh. Unfortunately, he had today off - holiday.

"Fine, but later okay? We have more important things to do first." Misa cheered and hugged him tightly. Their little 'family' was about to get bigger.

Over her shoulder, Light took a sip of his coffee.