Misa stomped off, blind to L's perverse staring. She had bigger things on her mind that weirdo Ryuzaki. Like her precious Light. 'Misa can't believe this! Light is supposed to take Misa everywhere! Misa's apart of the investigation team too!' The thought that Light would leave without telling her was unbelievable! Worse than that, it was a truth that the blonde had been trying to avoid all along.
'He doesn't like you, Misa,' Rem had tried to warn her, 'You're risking your life for someone who isn't worth it!' Misa became angry at Rem, and ignored the shinigami for a full two hours after that. Despite Rem's apologies that she repeated for a full half an hour, Misa continued to ignore her. When thirty-five minutes had passed Rem persisted no longer. Instead she let Misa be, knowing the girl was too nice to be angry at her for long.
And Rem was right. Misa could never be angry at Rem for long. Rem was just trying to protect her, but Rem knew the girl was a bit stubborn. L knew this too. And Misa hated it; hated that he knew her personality so well, knew exactly where to push her buttons and where to let things be.
She wished Light was the only one who knew her so well, so personally. Then again, Misa was a model. When you're an actor and out in the open, personal life is no longer personal. She hated it and loved it at the same time. But even Misa Amane needed her own little area, away from everything . . . everyone.
For the time being she could have it. She was sure Ryuzaki wasn't going to follow her for now. Blushing faintly she sat down on the faded yellow couch, staring out the window for a few seconds as to compose herself. Then after taking a deep breath she reached for the remote and turned on the T.V.
There was a faint click and colors appeared on the screen, forming objects and people. The news channel, actually. Misa rolled her eyes. 'Typical. All they talk about nowadays is Kira. Will they ever make room for other things?' Without hesitation she changed the channel to something more exciting. There was a crime drama. 'Boring . . . But still more exciting than the stupid news.'
She changed the channel again, and sat bolt upright. On the screen was one of her commercials, and her eyes brightened up at the sight of herself smiling on the T.V. "Eee! Misa did such a good job with this commercial!" she squealed, pumping her fists into the air as soon as it was over.
Ryuzaki walked into the room in his casual manner, a slightly quizzical look upon his face. "Which commercial now, Miss Amane?"
Misa pointed to the T.V., a smile upon her lips. "The lipstick one, Ryuzaki!" she shouted, now beaming. Ryuzaki raised a barely visible eyebrow.
"Ah, that one. Yes, Miss Amane did do a very good job at presenting herself in the commercial," he replied, voice void of emotion what so ever.
Misa became a little annoyed at L's display, and wanted to get back at him for embarrassing her earlier. So she got up and stood on her tippy-toes, so that she was a few inches away from L's face. "Is Ryuzaki proud of Misa!?" she asked. L's eyes widened a little bit more but other than that he made no attempt to move back.
"Y-yes. Very," he stuttered, blinking. Misa giggled and turned around to jump on the couch once more.
"I'll be returning to the investigation now. If Miss Amane needs anything, do not hesitate to contact me and ask, "L replied, hastily walking out of the room. The blonde nodded and chuckled, knowing she had just effectively got back at Ryuzaki.
Misa had been watching her favorite T.V. show and it had just ended. "Okay, now for Hideki Ryuga!" she said aloud, grabbing the remote. Just as she was about to press it, it slipped out of her hands, landing on the floor with a thud. "Oops!" she muttered, picking the remote up hastily.
When the girl looked back up there was a new show on, one that she had never seen before. At first glance it looked like a romance show, and Misa decided to watch it for a few minutes. "Maybe it's one of those dramatic love stories," she whispered to herself, staring intently at the screen.
When the two on the show kissed, Misa smiled, letting out a little, "Awww" But as it progressed that smile faded, and soon she was staring at the screen with a look of shock, horror and interest on her features. Her cheeks were soon tinted a fairly deep shade of red as moaning and groaning erupted from the T.V. screen, followed by graphic images that would not be leaving Misa's head for a long time.
She wanted to turn it off. She wanted to throw her head under the pillow and giggle herself into oblivion. But she didn't. She just stared, unable to look away. The blonde quickly snapped out of it as the shuffling of feet made its way into the room and (after fumbling with the remote for a few seconds) she turned the T.V. off.
Ryuzaki was staring at her with his usual, blank expression, but his tone was one of bemusement. "I heard some rather erotic noises coming from this room, Miss Amane. Care to tell me what was going on?"
Misa gulped, shaking her head. "N-nothing, Ryuzaki!" she replied hastily, putting both of her hands in her lap.
"Miss Amane, I find it offending that you would lie to me like this," L said smoothly, glancing at the (now black) television screen.
"Stop calling Misa 'Miss Amane.' Misa is Misa," she snapped back in retaliation, still fairly red. There was no use denying what she had just witnessed. And L knew it.
"Very well. It is not my business to intrude upon yours, I was just curious," L chuckled, before leaving the room once more.
Misa came up with at least three different insults for Ryuzaki, all of them containing the word "pervert" in them. None of them could she manage to utter. Instead she curled up on the couch and closed her eyes, desperately trying to rid of the images that had forced themselves into her mind.
That would be the first – and last – time Misa Amane ever watched porn. Ever.