Spoilers: None, apart from Light and Misa's meeting
The Life of Misa Amane
Chapter 3. Control
IV. Meeting
Misa smirks triumphantly when she sees Light Yagami for the first time, secure in her knowledge that she has found Kira, and he hasn't found her yet. Rem asks her why she isn't going to talk to him as she prepares to leave, and Misa explains that it would be beyond suspicious to approach him now. First she needs to do some research. She had never suspected that Kira would be someone her age, let alone a handsome, athletic (as she would learn later) genius, but she knows that even if she is on his side, Kira is not someone that she can just run up to and greet. Savior or not, Kira can kill her almost as easily as she can kill him, the difference being that she has no desire to kill him and he has no reason not to kill her. Yet. She goes home and learns everything she can about her God, mouth quirked in a sardonic half smile, wondering at the twisted world they live in where doing so is so easy.
Misa hurries worriedly to the Yagami household after seeing L's broadcast, hoping that her savior isn't troubled over the possibility of her turning him in. Of course she wouldn't, but Light has never seen her, he doesn't know that; it's high time she put his mind at ease. A young girl dressed in plaid pajamas greets her, and Misa briefly fears that she has the wrong address as she introduces herself and says that Light forgot his notebook, hoping that Kira will pickup on the keyword. She relaxes a bit when the girl runs back in calling for her brother, but her heart flutters nervously when the man walks out. He really is quite handsome, and Misa realizes with a start that she has no idea what to say. She stutters out a greeting, attempts to explain her reason for coming and winds up shoving the deathnote forwards, bristling internally at her newfound introversion. Misa had never been struck timid by a pretty face or celebrity status, and savior or not, she decides that she'll be damned if this man is the first to cause such a reaction as she follows him upstairs. The best way to assure her safety is to make him fall for her, simple enough. She puts on her usual act as she sits down to face him.
It starts out innocently; she's a bit surprised when he refuses to be her boyfriend, but she has photographs from the day at Aoyama to back her up, she knows she hasn't made any mistakes yet. But he refuses again and soon the mask is slipping, she's baring her soul to him in a way that she has never exposed herself to anyone before, and she feels so vulnerable that she might as well be naked as she collapses on the floor. And for once, she isn't acting; she isn't willing her knees to shake or falling to allow him to assume a role of dominance so she'll be able to manipulate him later; the tears are real and she wants nothing more than for him to accept her. Eventually Misa finds herself sinking into his embrace, not put off in the least by the fact that her boyfriend has stated in no uncertain terms that he will simply be using her, and wondering at the fact that she has it bad. She sighs, telling herself that soon she'll have him fall for her like all the others, and carefully begins to reconstruct her bubbly facade.
V. My Girl
The only stereotype Light didn't break was that boys never learned. Once they thought you were dumb, that never changed. She could locate Kira without letting Kira find her, she could trick a confession out of a mass murderer, she could have solved world hunger for all he cared. She was still stupid Misa-Misa. And that had always suited her just fine; as long as she laced some innocent charm in with whatever she said, she could manipulate a guy while still making him think he was getting his way. Hold back a flinch when they call you 'my girl' and they never realize that they are in fact 'your boy'; she had never felt any need to have her boy view her with respect. Until she met the boy who she loved more than anything, until she met the boy who really did make her 'his girl' so thoroughly Misa sometimes wondered if she really belonged to herself at all anymore. It stung her pride a bit to know that she wasn't, but what really killed it was the fact that she had not only gladly accepted that fact, but begged Light to make it so. Misa knew that boys never learned, but she had never considered the fact that maybe they weren't alone; if her experience with Light was any indication, some girls never learned either.