A short, little conclusion to this fun story. Haha. Sorry, guys. No smexin' in this chapter.

But, hey, enjoy anyways!

Chapter Three: No One Will Ever Know

"Alright! That's it!"

The company amongst the dance floor all halted in motion, pausing to glance over their shoulders towards where the sudden exclamation had erupted from. Misa Amane had thrown her elegant, white-gloved hands above her head and formed a pout, demanding attention, then quickly lashing her arms down against her sides before she continued. With a huff, she crossed her arms.

"Light's been gone for almost an hour, and Misa-Misa's becoming very worried about her husband," she moped, letting her gracefully form sulk in emphasis. "I want a search-and-rescue! No one dances until my Light-o is found!"

"No need," came a calm, collected voice from beyond the crowd. "…I'm here, Misa."

"Hunh?!" Misa rounded her eyes upon hearing such a familiar voice, and she shot an eager gaze towards the entrance of the reception hall. She gasped, and let a child's glee dominate her innocent, infantile complexion. Despite the long bridal dress that she wore, she mustered to run and embrace her husband as if he had been missing for a year's time, nuzzling her head deep against his chest. Light returned the affectionate gesture and encircled his arms around her waistline to draw her close to him, all before he planted a small kiss on top of her head and cheek, trying to maintain a completely innocent, loving visage.

Misa giggled up at him.

"Light," she said his name in singsong. "I was so worried about you. Misa thought she had lost her husband on the night of their wedding!"

"I'm sorry, Misa," he apologized softly, flicking his gaze upward as the music started again. "…I got a little tied in a conversation."

Misa smiled. "Oh. Don't worry, Light." She grasped his hand and giggled again, pulling him towards the dance floor. "I'll request a nice, slow song for us to dance to. You can put you're your arms around me again, and we can stare into each other's eyes. How's that sound?" She laughed.

Light gave a quiet sigh, but forced a smile. "Fantastic, Misa."

"Ohh. I feel so guilty, Ryuzaki-san," Matsuda murmured into his glass of wine, staring at the scarlet-hued liquid, swirling it around the cup. "…I'm so ashamed of myself. What was I thinking?!"

Ryuzaki didn't seem to hear his whines and complaints. His gaze had fallen over the assortment of so many various, succulent, gourmet desserts, and he focused on one particular treat – a platter of vanilla-frosted cake, with delicate, little swirls and tiny flowers to decorate. He brought his thumb to his bottom lip and uttered a sound of desire, slowly reaching out to pluck the plate from the multitude of desserts. He scooped up some of its creamy, white icing and stuck his finger in his mouth. He hummed.

"Delicious…"

Matsuda was still blabbering. "How could I let this happen?! I-I must have had too much wine…" He quickly sat the glass down at a nearby table and buried his face in his hands. "I'm so stupid, Ryuzaki-san. What everyone says is true."

Ryuzaki ate a piece of cake. "I know you enjoyed that, Matsuda. Don't try to hide it."

Matsuda widened his eyes. "Huh?! N-No. I-I…" He stammered.

Ryuzaki looked at him. "It was obvious."

"…Y-You wouldn't let me leave!"

"You barely resisted."

Matsuda looked away. "…W-Well."

"Just keep it a secret, like I told you," Ryuzaki told him. He smiled. "And no one will ever know."

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