A/N Hello again : ). Thanks to everyone who read and the reviewers :D, here is chapter 2.

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

What Shinigami has ever worried about not finding a suitable partner for their favourite human? What Shinigami even has a favourite human? Why was she so stupid as to ever get involved with Misa Amane's life in the first place? Rem couldn't help but ask herself these questions, and more, as she drifted aimlessly through Higuchi's massive house. She believed this was his third property.

She counted her options. One – meet with Misa again somehow and attempt to convince her that the Yotsuba Kira was not good husband material, and then find her some other man. Rem vaguely recalled seeing her on a magazine cover with some actor, promoting their latest film. He would do. Or she could even try to find someone within the investigation team, who she was sure Misa was in contact with. Misa would find a dreamy police officer attractive… right?

Two – create a second Yotsuba Kira amongst the seven, and allow Misa to discover and fall head over heels for that one. She would probably have to force Higuchi to relinquish his ownership, but with a few death threats she doubted it would be too difficult. She would at least get some say in Misa's romantic future… but as she had said to the woman herself, she could do better. Much better. However, Misa would definitely go ahead with plan two – plan one would be difficult, bordering on impossible. Misa was incredibly stubborn, and, dreamy police officers and actors aside, her current 'type' seemed to be serial killers. There was no guarantee she would even consider someone who wasn't her precious Kira.

Option three, allowing Misa to date, or marry, Higuchi (Rem shuddered a little), was not even going to be counted, Rem decided.

There was a crash from behind her. She turned around, just in time to see the businessman she had been thinking about wander into the corridor, sheepishly attempting to cover up the vase he had just knocked onto the floor in his dazed state. Probably a classic piece.

"Oh, Rem," he said groggily, rubbing sleep from his eyes, "why are you still awake?"

"Shinigami don't need to sleep," Rem said matter-of-factly. She spotted the rectangular object he had under his arm, "why do you have your laptop?" Higuchi grinned and opened it up.

"Oh, I was just working on an email to Misa-Misa. She must not have seen my texts, so I'm going to try plan B."

"Email… Misa?" Rem said slowly, her eye widening. Higuchi laughed.

"Why of course! Did you see her, Rem?" he asked, "She's gorgeous and famous! Who wouldn't want to take her out? I want to get in there before all the other guys from the office go creeping all over her and freak her out."

"No," Rem said. Higuchi paused.

"Hm?" Rem had frozen. She hadn't even realised she had spoken out loud. This was happening way too fast! Higuchi could not be allowed to get in contact with Misa; what if she found out about his… Kira-ness… before Rem was able to rearrange things? She had to put a stop to this.

"I said no," she said coldly, "delete that draft right now." Higuchi looked puzzled.

"Why?" he said, a hint of defensiveness in his voice.

"Because…" Rem didn't have a good excuse – one she was willing to tell him anyway, "Because I say so." Higuchi put the laptop down in the vacant space previously occupied by the vase and folded his arms.

"That isn't a reason," he said, equally coldly, "and since when did you care about what I did, besides killing criminals? I thought that was your only condition."

"It was until now," said Rem, staring down at the man, "stay away from Misa Amane." Higuchi threw his arms up in irritation, coming dangerously close to knocking another ornament to its doom.

"So death notes come with a 'no-dating' rule now, do they?" he said, trying to keep the anger out of his voice, "you didn't seem to care that time I hit on Mido's secretary-"

"-and Kida's, and Shimura's, and probably your own if he were a woman– " Rem interjected slowly, a strongly disapproving tone to her voice.

" –but now I could stand a chance with a supermodel," the businessman groaned, "suddenly you care about my relationship status." He glared at her pointedly.

"… Well," Rem said slowly, as the awkwardness stretched out between them, "relating to Misa Amane, at least." She turned and drifted off down the hallway, leaving the irritated Higuchi to shut down the laptop (she was certain he knew better than to send the email now) and retreat to his bedroom. Perhaps she would go to the kitchen to see if the Yotsuba employee had any of those apples that Ryuk liked. If they were as good as the other Shinigami said they were, she felt like she needed one after all she'd dealt with today.

She paused as she entered the kitchen, noticing something. There was still one more thing she could do. She hated to inflict such a thing on Misa, but she grabbed Higuchi's phone from the counter and flipped it open, making sure to delete the text from his record of the conversation after she sent it. From all the other messages he had sent her, she noticed with horror (humans were such disgusting creatures), this one would only be slightly out of place…

Misa woke up the next morning with a new sense of purpose. And 15 missed calls, texts and emails. She turned on her laptop, then flipped open her phone and began to scroll. Who was it going to be today?

I loved how passionate and dedicated you were at the interview yesterday. Would you to meet up for a drink some time? That seemed nice enough. He would go at the top of her investigation list, she reckoned. She didn't want to waste her time on frivolous side-liners while looking for Kira, but if she had to, she would take the pleasant ones first. Noticing her email had loaded, she opened the first one in her inbox.

Hello. I have been informed that you have been hired on as our new spokesperson. I would be interested in meeting you privately for an informal chat about the role. Suuuure he would. Oh Kira-kun, don't lie to your precious Misa, she giggled to herself. But maybe he was just going an extra step to hide himself, she thought. He would go near the top as well.

Hello Misa, the second email began, I can tell that we made the right decision to hire you already. If you're free sometime, maybe we could pick up where we left off at the interview. Misa frowned. She remembered this guy being a little too enthusiastic after she had made a joke about Kira's weapon, in an attempt to lighten the mood (it had diverged, again, to what L had questioned her about). Around the middle, I guess, Misa thought. If he is Kira, maybe he wanted to hear her thoughts about him… But he was honestly so intimidating that she hoped he wasn't the object of her goals.

I know that given our relative positions and how we came to be as such, I can understand if you are hesitant to pursue a life with me as a part of it. But I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make you happy. Please, give me one chance to make your damaged world right, and I will take it and raise you so far up, that all we see around us are the stars. Misa gasped. He must have stolen that straight out of a romance novel!

No, really – that one was Misa's favourite. An actress becomes stuck in debt after being deceived into signing a contract with a director (who then offers to set her free if she marries him – yuck!)Then she meets a daring (and handsome) police inspector, and they try everything they can to get her out of it, cumulating in the director resigning himself to spend the rest of his life alone and unloved as he realises he can never hope to have her. She remembers cackling happily as the actress walked away with her beau, without a backwards glance. She might read it again soon. Except most of her stuff was back at her flat… Maybe she could persuade Watari to order it for her. Meanwhile, that businessman was going near the bottom of her list.

Hi Misa. I didn't get to say it at the party, but you really do have beautiful eyes. My wife is an optician and I was wondering if you would be interested in modelling some of the latest frames at her firm? You would be paid, of course. Misa pouted. She hoped this man wasn't Kira. She didn't want to have to break up a marriage.

Although… she would if she had to. Absent-mindedly, she began planning how best to murder this wife of his. She doubted Rem would kill the woman for her, but perhaps she could coerce her into helping… Maybe she could get hold of one of those rings with poison in it! Shinigami are invisible to most people, so Rem could just take one from a police station, Misa thought. If they were real. She wasn't sure.

But she was getting ahead of herself, Misa thought. This one would go around the middle.

She looked back at her phone. Of course, there was a bunch of extremely persistent texts from one number, becoming progressively more explicit (she cringed slightly), culminating in the very classy;

You are so hot and sexy. I can't stop thinking about you. Pick any page of Playboy and we can do all that and more, then throw the book at the wall and go at it like rabbits. I want to -

She stopped reading there. That businessman would be last on her list.

It was 7:30am. Rem glided into the kitchen again just in time to see her second least favourite human putting down a bottle of wine (yes, she had taken to ranking them – Higuchi's work meetings were some of the most boring things she had ever witnessed). A medium-sized glass half-filled with the red liquid sat beside him. The microwave was counting down, probably heating up some sort of ready meal. Not ready to deal with the irate businessman, she immediately turned to leave, but Higuchi had already spotted her.

"Hello Rem," he said cordially. Rem stared at the human in return, while annoyed at herself for not being quicker to retreat. Well, she supposed she would have to interact with him at some point to get what she wanted.

"Is this what humans usually have for breakfast?" she asked, trying to make conversation, looking at his glass curiously. Misa had always been one to skip the first meal of the day, eager to get to her latest photo shoot. Higuchi leaned on the counter and took a heavy gulp from the bottle, before taking the glass and sitting down at the table, scowling.

"You're being awfully friendly for someone who thrusts the responsibility of Kira onto people and doesn't even let them date." So he was still upset about that.

"I did not thrust it on you, you accepted it," Rem replied, slightly defensively. Quite enthusiastically actually, she noted to herself. "And like I said, I only care if you try to date Misa. I will not prevent you engaging with anyone else." Higuchi frowned.

"But she is who I want to date," he snapped, "how many other people like her do you think I have a chance with, Rem?" He stood up and spread out his arms, "I mean, look at me! All I have going for me is money and being a serial killer. I don't have style, or charm, or status," he winced slightly, "All the options I have, realistically, are shameless gold diggers and fanatical Kira supporters. I just got lucky that she fell into the latter! How does that make you feel?"

"… Unsurprised."

"You're not helping! Amane worships Kira, she would be thrilled to be with me." The businessman retrieved his food from the microwave and grabbed a fork, stabbing at the meal as if it were one of his least favourite co-workers. Rem had learned he had several.

"Perhaps if you improved yourself, other people would be too," said Rem distantly, pausing slightly while trying to work out the best way to phrase her 'request', "also, I need something else from you." Higuchi sighed and took another swig of wine.

"Perhaps? You sure are optimistic. Do you have a vendetta against my love life?" he grunted, "And what is it?" Rem opened his laptop and typed an address into the first maps website she found. She remembered where the task force headquarters were, having been privy (despite L's knowledge) to his conversations with Watari regarding their new base of operations. If she got Higuchi close enough to it - of course, she hadn't typed in the exact location - she was free to go inside and talk to Misa again. She smiled. Plan one was launched!

"Take me here." There was silence. Higuchi grumbled what sounded like a disgruntled agreement, and continued to eat, taking occasional gulps from his wine. Rem stared at him expectantly. Eventually, the man looked up.

"What, now? I can't drive after all this wine."

"Then how were you planning on getting to work?" Rem asked. Higuchi frowned.

"Uuuuh…" came the reply. Rem thought that maybe she had given the businessman too much credit for forward thinking.

A/N: TL;DR Higuchi, no. Bad.

If you feel like it, try to guess which Yotsuba member sent which message (and who didn't send one at all ;) ) – I did make each one specifically XD. I'll admit, some of them are obvious if you read the character profiles...

Also Rem's second confrontation with Misa is going to be quite different from the first, don't worry I'm not going to pull a copy-paste on you XD

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