A/N: I know this is supposed to be a one shot thing, but I just wanted to continue it. I dont know if it'll be many chapters or just this one. I let it do its own thing. Anywho, I hope you enjoy it. Perhaps somethings will become a bit clearer. It is a continuation.
Disclaimer: I don't own DeathNote. May contain M-rated stuff.
It was as though he was wrapped around her finger, as though she were manipulating him to her evil sexual desires. It was a puppet show. She loved them and he hated her. Yet, by each evening, they would end up lying in bed together. On most days, it was just silent contemplation (mostly for him) and innocent divulgence (on her part), and on other days it was raunchy, dirty, unholy and raw sex. She would've enjoyed it immensely, cooing 'I love you' in his ear gently and often 'I love this.' He would've released in agony, wondering how his body was reacting this way towards her. And as they would lie down in the early hours of the morning darkness, he would close his eyes and contemplate Death.
Yes, Death. Lovely sweet death.
It began the first day it happened, when she looked deep in his eyes and confessed. It was then, on his horror stricken face that she told him that she was not human; that she was the human embodiment of the DeathNote. She had poison in her veins. It startled him, confused him, frustrated him, and angered him, whilst Ryuk found it amusing, ironic, and fascinating. Rem obviously had no opinion on the matter whatsoever.
It was morning and Misa had long left for a photo shoot downtown; at last he was to himself. Light threw his bed side lamp against the wall in front of him. The lamp shattered at impact and fell down to the ground in a million broken pieces. He growled angrily under his breath. "Why didn't you say anything!" he angrily snarled at the Shinigami before him.
"I'm a Shinigami," Ryuk replied nonchalantly. "I'm not your pet."
"You could've atleast said something!" he growled again. His eyes burrowed together in complete rage. This was the first time he'd let his composure slip and it was a cataclysmic disaster.
"But if I did, it wouldn't have been so amusing," Ryuk spoke, taking a juicy red apple before him. As he did so, Light snatched it away from him and growled again.
"No more apples for you," Light sneered.
Ryuk only whimpered. "You don't want me to get into withdrawals again, do you? I get crooked, crazy, and delusional."
"Aren't you already?" Light spoke more to himself than to anyone else.
Suddenly the door flung open and in the doorway stood his mother and his little sister. Light quickly turned his head towards them. Her eyes were wide with caution and she was still in her apron. Clearly his mother had been cooking lunch in the kitchen before she heard the deafening crash of the lamp. Sayu was looking a bit surprised at this outbreak of frustration, though she came more out of curiosity rather than concern.
"What's going on?" his mother exclaimed; obvious worry and concern written all over her face. Her hands were caked with white dough and Light knew that they'd be having dimsums for lunch.
His sister, Sayu, turned to look at the broken lamp near the door and then looked up at her brother's calm face. "That was a birthday gift," she scolded him.
"Why are you breaking things?" his mother asked. "And who are you talking to?" She looked around the room wondering if someone was hiding somewhere.
"No one is here, mom," Light finally replied. "I am just frustrated about the college entrance exams."
"That doesn't mean you throw lamps around," she chided him. "I've never seen you act up like this, especially over exams. You've never been this violent."
Ryuk started laughing loudly. "That's quite the understatement. If only they knew you were Kira." Light sighed loudly, mostly annoyed by Ryuk.
"You'll do fine, dear. Now clean up the mess; lunch will almost be ready."
"I'm sorry mom," he replied. "It wont happen again."
Light watched his mother leave, but surprisingly, Sayu waited behind. Once their mother was out of sight, Sayu smirked and came up to her brother. Crossing her arms smugly, she spoke. "It's obvious you're not stressed about exams. You've never been. Are you having girl problems?"
Light's eyes shot up to hers. "What are you even talking about?" His face was still surprisingly relaxed and unchanged by his sister's unexpected approach.
"Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I'm stupider. In these things, obviously not." She placed a hand out and put it on Light's shoulder. "I know she comes over late in the night. You're not very discreet. Don't worry, I wont tell mom and dad that you have a girl over." She chuckled. "Whatever the problem is, it helps to resolve fights, especially between couples, by identifying the base of conflict and then finding a proper solution. Relationships are like mathematics, you have get the derivative to find the answer."
Light continued staring at his sister. That was it, that was his anecdote to the whole situation. He smiled happily on the inside, though dared not to let Sayu know. He didn't want her to know he was he up to something.
"I read it in a teen magazine," she defended herself. "Besides, I'm a girl. I know these things."
Light still didn't seem as affected as she had hoped, smirked up at her. Taking her arm gently off of him, he got up and headed towards his desk. "I'm sure you do," he teased her.
"Whatever you did, just apologize," Sayu murmured and as she turned to leave, she whipped her head back. "A thanks would be nice too," she whispered under her breath and then left.
Light was caught up in his stupor. The gears of his mind working away like clockwork and with each passing moment, ideas clicked on. If one could see into his mind, then they'd only begin to 'see' Light's devious personality and genius. It would only be a small dip into an ocean of Light. He knew what he had to do.
"You're sister is just as delusional as you, Light," Ryuk chuckled. "Well so is your mother. Is it a family trait?"
"Saying stuff like that won't get you any closer to any apples," Light replied, trying his best to not get affected by the offensive comment. Light pulled out a large white sheet of paper and sprawled it over his desk. He whipped out a pencil and turned to Ryuk, who was secretly trying to steal an apple from just next to Light's chair.
"What are you doing?" Light asked, raising a brow up at him.
"Umm, nothing," Ryuk smiled. His sharp little teeth glistened in the sunlight that streamed through his window. "Don't you have to clean up?"
"It can wait," Light spoke. A smile slowly appeared on his face. "Do you want an apple?"
"What kind of stupid question is that?" Ryuk retorted. "Of course I do!" His voice was coated with desperation; the kind a child has when they really really want something and they are pleading and begging as though their lives depended on it.
"I'll make you a deal," he spoke, reaching forward and grabbing the apple in his hand. He took the ruby red fruit and wistfully played with it between both hands in order to tempt the Shinigami. He smirked when he watched Ryuk's spooky eyes following each toss back and forth.
"What kind of deal?"
"I need answers, and only you can give them to me." Light's eyes widened with evil deceit. Like I said earlier, if one could see into his mind, then they'd only begin to 'see' Light's devious personality and genius. Kira was becoming Light. Ironic wasn't it?
"You can't be serious," Ryuk looked up at him. "I don't even know if it's even possible."
"Whatever the circumstance, I need to find answers. This is the deravative," Light sighed. "Either way, you help me and you'll get as many apples as you want. I promise you, I'll give you one heck of a show."
"Alright," Ryuk said finally agreeing to Light's deal.
"We'll leave tonight." Light tossed Ryuk the luscious apple in his hand and watched him eat it hungrily. He smiled.
Misa sat in the central park in the middle of downtown Yokohama. Yes she was in Yokohama, thirty kilometers away from where she had told Light she was going for a photo shoot. Instead she hopped on a fast train and in thirty minutes made it. Yes, Misa had lied but she knew Light didn't really care what she did as long as she didn't confess his secret to anyone. Of course she didn't dare dream to. Light had yet so much more to do.
Misa smiled to herself whilst plucking out petals from the cherry blossom that had fallen onto her lap. "He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me!" Misa held the last petal in her hand and looked up at Rem. The shinigami looked at her unaffected by what was happening before her and rather was more focused on what was going to happen.
Misa turned to Rem and smiled. "Rem," she spoke sweetly. "How long have we been sitting here?"
"Too long," she replied looking over her shoulder. "I don't think he will come. I think we should go."
"Oh Rem," Misa chimed still caressing the light pink petal in her fingers. The feel of velvet felt comforting. "Have a little more faith. What do you think Light is upto?"
"I could care less of what Light is doing," Rem gloomily replied. "I am more concerned about our current situation."
Misa's brows furrowed together and she looked up Rem with large watery eyes. She dropped the petal onto the ground and got up. "Why do you hate him so much?"
"Because he couldn't care less about you if he wanted to," Rem responded. "He doesn't love you Misa. He loves what you are."
"And what do you think that I am, Rem?" Misa confronted the shinigami, her lips in pout and an adorable frown. Her eyes were wide with innocence and her head was tilted to one side.
"He thinks you're a tool to use."
Misa started to laugh loudly. "That's funny, Rem. You're funny."
"What do you plan on doing with him? He'll find out eventually," Rem spoke. She stared deeply at the young woman before her.
"Let him, Rem. He'll have his fun and I'll have mine." Misa turned her head as she sensed some tall man in a black suit walking slowly towards them. "Even if he finds out, there's nothing he could possibly do."
The tall man was beautiful, young and rich. His shoulder length hair swayed in the cool breeze that flowed. His green eyes sparkled behind rimless glasses. Misa smiled and waited for him to reach the park bench.
"Rem," Misa spoke without bothering to look at the shinigami. "I need you to go now."
Rem placed a hand on the girl and then looked up at the man that was no more than three feet away, making his way towards them. "Take care and try not to draw too much attention to yourself."
Rem sprouted her wings and flew off into the blue clear sky. It was time she needed to return to the shinigami world. She needed to talk to Sidoh and Ryuk.
It was early afternoon. The street was fairly busy with a few people walking past many small shops and boutiques. The air outside smelled like a warm summer afternoon with the sweet lingering aroma of cherry blossoms. The sun was bright and sultry. It was the perfect midsummer day. The cafe was a corner street tea shop. Misa sipped quietly on the tea before her as the young man before her stared intently at her.
Misa put the cup down and smiled. "Do you think you can do that for me?" Her voice was sweet and impeccable, coated over with sugary intentions though in truth, they were quite the opposite.
The young man smiled at her. "Of course."
"His name is Lawliet." Misa pulled out a large packaged envelope from her bag that had a big cartoon skull sticker on the front. "This package goes only to him and only him. Then you know what to do." Misa took out her cherry red phone and scrolled down to a number. "When it's been delivered, I want you to call me on this number. I'll give you the second package."
"Sure," he replied taking the package into his own hands. "I just don't understand why you called me in for this favour. Couldn't it have just in the mail? When you called me up to meet you, I thought you wanted to meet me."
"Loki," Misa cooed. She gently grazed the back of her hand against his cheek. "This is important and I trust no one but you."
"Yea, but what about Light?" Loki asked whilst tucking the package in his bag.
"Don't worry about him," she replied, slowly getting up. "I've got it all figured out."
A/N: Okay, so maybe there's a story going here. I hope you liked it. I know Misa is becoming a bit OOC, but I can't help it. She's got poison in her veins. Anywho...pls R&R. I love reviews! Any suggestions are greatly appreciated.
I'm going to try to make it a bit more in accordance to the real events that happened in the anime series. But please bear with me.
Thank you.
