Author Notes: Thank you for the lovely review Eflamma!
But the problem with just doing shoujo-ai pairings is there are hardly any women D: Trust me to do a fanfic especially for these pairings and then forgetting there's barely any female characters! So I'm branching out to het and shounen-ai pairings, so suggestions are welcomed :) but if someone can think up any more shoujo-ai pairs I'll love you forever and shall let the person choose one letter and give it one word (example - I'll have A for Apples ;D). Constructive crit and reviews welcomed.
Disclaimer: I don't own it D:
Strawberry and Lilly ABCs: RemxMisa
Addiction
Rem knew of Ryuk's obsession with apples, the Shinigami always had one with him. On the night Misa met Ryuk and found out about his addiction as well, she asked Rem what hers was, after all, everyone had one. Rem never did answer that question, but when Misa fell asleep the female Shinigami sat on the edge of the bed and watched the murderess.
In a way it's you, dear human.
Braids
Misa yelped in pain and tried to pull away, a whine of complaint escaping her cherry red lips.
"Why do you have to pull so hard, Rem?"
The Shinigami continued to braid the sunny blonde hair that was held between her skeletal fingers, once she finished one of the many plaits Rem quietly pulled it to her mouth, kissing it when Misa was not looking.
"I'm sorry, Misa-san, but you were the one who wanted to look like Rikku from Final Fantasy X-2."
Cats
Rem stared down at the basket filled with brown, white and black fluffy things which moved and meowed.
"Misa-san…"
"Aren't they cute, Rem? Matsuda-kun needed someone to look after them for awhile!" The model picked up one of the small cats and hugged it tight to her chest, scratching its little ears.
"They're as cute as you, Misa-san." At the same moment as the Shinigami spoke the cats all began to yowl, and no more was said on the matter of the feline's 'cuteness'.
Disease
She watched her human stroke the notebook's cover, silently covet the written words within with her Shinigami eyes. The girl's numbers were depleting with a speed that frightened even Rem, the Death Note's hold was like a sickness that slowly or quickly killed its owner, and the only cure would end with the thievery of their moments together. Sometimes Rem would call herself cruel and selfish when she secretly looked away when there was a chance Misa could give up the book of death.
Eyes
When Sayu visited Misa a few months after the Kira case she noticed something strange hanging from one of the walls. It was a drawing of a skeleton, done by Misa's hand Sayu had guessed, and was of the colour of silvery grey bones. The drawing was not of a common skeleton but seemed more feminine and two large wings made of bone covered the left and right side of the paper, it may have been hung up on the wall but to Sayu it looked unfinished.
"Misa Misa can not remember what is missing."
Sayu thought for a minute and then replied, "You've given the skeleton pupils but have not painted in an eye colour." The model sighed.
"It was too blurry and dark to see."
Fake
Misa had spent most of her life posing and creating new smiles to go with her looks, reality never mattered in the photo shoots she went to. But when Misa was inside her room with only Rem there, she would cry. Her tears would always be for her murdered family, and Rem would wrap her up in a cold embrace.
Gift
"Rem?"
"Yes, Misa-san?"
"Do Shinigami have birthdays?" Misa laid down on her bed, staring up at her guardian Shinigami.
"No, we can not fall pregnant so there are no births in our realm."
"Well… Today can be your non-birthday! Just like in Alice in Wonderland, but you'll need a gift to celebrate this day, uh… how about Rem has Misa Misa as a gift?"
Hiccups
Hic!
Hic!
Hic!
Misa had tried everything to get rid of these awful hiccups; holding her breath had just left her dizzy, drinking water had almost choked her when she hiccupped half way through and Matsuda couldn't scare a little kid even if he wanted to! She was stuck with these until they decided to go off and die, if only you could use the Death Note on hiccups… Rem knelt down next to the fuming model.
"In the Shinigami realm, whenever a Shinigami had hiccups they would try to pass them onto someone else."
"Really? H - Hic! - How did they do that?" A pair of cold lips ghosted over her own and she gasped, a red blush appearing on her face.
"R-Rem-" And then she realised she'd stopped hiccupping, she bowed her head in thanks just as Matsuda walked past.
"Hey, Misa-ch- hic!"
Oh dear, poor Matsuda…
Internet
Rem wasn't surprised when she discovered there were stories written about Shinigami on the internet, there were bound to be rumours about them since humans had seen them often in the past. Misa was sitting at the computer, searching on something called 'fan fiction', the girl was obsessed about yaoi. The 'fanfic' Misa was reading right now was about a young man who had met a demonic spirit - which sounded almost exactly like a Shinigami in the story's description - and the spirit was protecting him, as days passed the two began to fall in love.
"Misa Misa loves this story, it's so sweet and romantic!"
Rem merely thought that the human falling in love with the spirit was impossible.
Jam
Whenever L insulted Misa in front of Rem he would soon later discover his extra sweet jam had gone missing.
King
To Misa, Light was like a King on a throne and she was his Knight, fighting the L-monster with her eyes.
To Rem, Light was the court fool controlled by Ryuk and Misa was the Queen of hearts, bound to her throne by chains of one-sided love.
Lie-ins
It was Sunday morning and Rem was trying to get Misa to leave her bed, the Shinigami couldn't see the reason why Misa wanted to sleep more than eight hours. The model wasn't making it any easier for her either, whenever Rem tried to pull her out she would wrap her arms around the death Goddess, pulling her onto the bed. After five unsuccessful tries Rem gave up and allowed the girl to pull her down.
Monster
When Rem had let a piece of the Death Note brush Misa's hand after she had given up her memories, the one thing that had hurt the Shinigami was the look of terror crossing the young woman's face.
In that moment, Rem had looked like a monster to the one person she cared about.
Nurse
In another time, another parallel, a twenty year old Misa Amane had been involved in a car accident. The nurse who helped Amane once she reached the hospital was quite thin and tall for her twenty five years of age with strange coloured eyes, and when Misa woke up in the hospital bed she asked the woman her name.
"I'm Rena Mizu, I'm mainly known as Rem here though."
Oh!
"Misa Misa-chan! I've got the lates- oh!" Matsuda stopped halfway through the bedroom door the moment he saw Misa with half of her shirt buttons undone, he backed away as he noticed the small glare she sent him.
"Shut the door on your way out, Matsuda-kun."
"Yes, Misa Misa-san, sorry…" The door was shut and the glare melted from her face, she giggled and turned to Rem.
"It was a good thing he couldn't see you!"
Panic
To the Death Note-Memory less Misa it seemed as if she had these nightmares every evening. The dreams weren't exactly horror-film worthy but merely left her depressed and hesitant of what would happen in the future. What her dreams consisted of was of a strange other-worldly voice which belonged to a form she could no longer see or remember, but when she awoke a panicked pain would start afresh inside her heart.
Quiet
Misa was known for her hyper ways, no one who knew her personally could say she fell into the 'quiet category'. Rem had grown use to the murderesses' smile-filled ways and when she had been forced to stay near Higuchi when he held the Death Note assigned to her, Rem had begun to hate the silenced rooms.
Runaway
Even though Misa had loved her home and family very much she had run away from them dozens of times. Most of the reasons had been childish, but, she thought as she leaned against the ribcage of her Shinigami she had at least found one home she wouldn't leave willingly, even if they had silly arguments!
Snake
She was like a snake towards the cold. One time when it was colder than usual, Light had left Misa in his room to fetch some tea and when he came back in he found her curled up inside his bed, cuddling Rem even though the murderer was certain the Shinigami wasn't very warm.
Tamed
The Shinigami Rem was known for her cold personality and disinterest in humans, she wasn't wild like a wolf or violent like a human but no one had ever seen her smile, she just frowned. Now the other Shinigami, too frightened to try what Ryuk did, watched from their realm the distant Rem follow a young woman's orders without complaint.
Unicorns
"Reeem?"
"What is it?"
It was an exceedingly warm today, Misa was stretched out on the ground and trying her best not to get too hot.
"If Gods of Death exist, are Unicorns real?"
"They might have done many years ago before the human race increased in numbers."
"Urrh, that sounds depressing, as if humans are the cause for a whole bunch of things deaths."
"That's because they are, Misa-san."
Sigh, "I hope a human doesn't kill you, Rem. I hope I don't kill you."
"There's no need to worry about it."
Vase
A month before Kira existed, Misa had broken her manager's favourite vase by accident. No one had seen the ceramic mess yet so she had tried to fix it with superglue. Hours had passed and the heat was making Misa drowsy, She closed her eyes for no more than ten minutes and when she had opened them again, the vase had been fixed with hardly any cracks running through it! Misa quickly placed it in its original location, wondering if some spiritual God had taken pity on her and had decided to help her.
Waste
Rem had been turned into dust and sand, or something, mused Ryuk, completely different. To the heartless Shinigami, Rem's destruction had been a waste, a gift left unnoticed by the human recipient.
For a second he pitied Rem and then his mind turned to apples.
X-mas
Rem did not care for Christmas - or 'X-mas' as Misa called it - there were too many chances of Misa dragging Light back home to try and use mistletoe on him, the very sight of watching them together made her want to write down his name. But this year Light had used the excuse of work to distance himself - she'd coldly thank him later - and Misa was bored out of her mind, the mistletoe dangling limply from her hand.
"Rem, come over here."
The Shinigami obeyed and inched closer, unprepared for the sudden appearance of the mistletoe being thrown above and over her head, Misa laughed.
"Now you have to kiss me!" Alright then, maybe Misa wasn't bored but drunk out of her mind, that's what Rem guessed as she leaned forwards and pressed her lips against the human's.
Yuri
Sayu gaped at the skeletal demon that had suddenly appeared when she had touched Amane's notebook, thoughts swirled through her mind as she tried to work this out.
"Are you a friend of Misa-Chan?"
"Yes." The female Shinigami did not offer anymore information and Sayu came to her own conclusion.
This Rem person was a Guardian Angel, a strange one but an Angel nonetheless. Misa was her charge and the two were forbidden lovers! (This had come from Sayu's love for shoujo-ai and Yuri, nothing from what Rem had said).
A happy sigh escaped her and she shook Rem's hand, "You are the coolest Yuri pairing I've ever seen, keep up the good work!"
Zero
She was a zero, a rei, a ghost. Nothing could bring her lover back, her Guardian of Death was gone forever. Misa had drawn back into herself and not even Light could pull her out from the darkness.
She merely had to count down the seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years until they reached zero.