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An Unexpected Trip
Chapter 4
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"Wh-what?" Light asked weakly, his voice trembling ever so slightly.
"Misa doesn't have this color lipgloss. It isn't shiny, or pink, enough for her. So… so… why is it on your cheek? On your lips?!" Matsuda watched, mystified, from the other side of the computer screen, this being exactly his kind of drama.
"Misa… I…"
"After all I've done for you," she whispered. "After every hell you put me through. And you do THIS!" Misa hand collided with Light's face as hard as she could muster, and then turned around and ran upstairs, poorly hiding her sobs.
"Well. You're sure a dick." Sachiko said, from her position, propped up against the doorway to the living room. She played with her hair, brushing it behind and in front of her ears again and again.
"Excuse me?!" Light replied harshly. "I'M a dick?! That was YOUR sparkly pink lipgloss!"
"But you let me kiss you," the girl replied, "It shows major flaws in your character, Light-kun. It shows that you're willing to take control over any girl you think you have even a remote chance to control. But you can't control me, Light-kun. It's impossible." Light smirked.
"Is it really?" Sachiko grinned evilly.
"It is." From the chair nearest to the computer, L coughed.
"I would appreciate it," he said, "if you took your little quarrel elsewhere. I'm trying to make up for lost time and your bickering isn't helping. Light, I would also think that you should go up and try to comfort Miss Amane: she seemed rather upset about this."
"Oh, even Mr. No-Emotion recognizes when people are sad? Interesting. Look Ryuzaki, I don't care about Misa. She can go upstairs and sob herself to sleep for all I care."
Sachiko grimaced. "You really shouldn't take what you have for granted, Light-kun, or else it'll be taken away by people much more mature."
"Mature? You just kissed me in a room full of creepy notebooks and you're asking me to be mature?" L's jaw tensed. He knew his sister was fully aware she was NOT to show anyone the notebooks under any circumstance: what was she doing showing them to a possible serial killer?
"Watari," L called. The man appeared from the kitchen. "Bring me something low-calorie but delicious. Now." The man bowed and returned a few minutes later with a plate of cookies. L took them, stood up, and ascended the stairs, not bothering to bid goodbye to his sister or friend.
L's knuckles tapped twice on the door he was sure Misa Amane was behind. The door slowly swung open. Misa was lying, face-down, on the race car bed, shoulders convulsing with sobs.
"Misa-san?" L said as calmly and softly as possible. The sobs stopped. Misa abruptly sat up to look at him.
"Ryuzaki-kun? What do you want? Please leave Misa alone. She looks like a mess." It was true. Misa's eyeliner had smeared, leaving black-purple lines down her cheeks. Her hair was messy and her clothes wrinkled. "But I guess you don't mind," the word you was practically spat out of Misa's mouth, "you look like a mess all the time."
"You are correct, I don't mind." L said, sitting down next to her and offering her a cookie. Before even asking about calorie or fat or sugar content, the model took a cookie off the plate and consumed it in several large bites. She wiped away her tears and wetted her sleeve to try and wipe off the eyeliner smudge.
"Why did he do this to Misa?" The girl asked quietly. "I've… I've done everything he's asked. I try to be a good girlfriend, don't I? I'm not too clingy, am I, Ryuzaki-kun?"
"I would say there are many more girls on the planet that are clingier than you, Misa-san." Misa paused.
"Would you finish your story?" She asked. "The one about the fruit peddler and the princess?" L smiled lightly.
"The fruit peddler decided to go and tell the princess how he felt," L said, picking up where he left off, "He walked up to the princess one day, took up her hands, like this," he grasped Misa's hands in his, ignoring the twinge of uncertainty that came with human contact, "and said, 'I love you, Princess.'
"The princess was unsure how to feel about the fruit peddler's confession. After all, she had always pictured herself with the prince from the region close by, not this man of much lower class than she." L had dropped Misa's hands and was now resting them awkwardly at his sides. "But then the princess remembered that the fruit peddler cared deeply for her and the prince had left her alone.
"The fruit peddler stood in front of the princess, unsure of what to do now. 'I suppose I'll take my leave, princess.' Said he, turning towards the door. The princess nodded her head. 'Thank you,' said she, 'for loving me.' The fruit peddler smiled at the princess and nodded before leaving her be for a few days.
"Three months later, the princess married the fruit peddler. They were happy, and the princess forgot completely about the prince, pleased with her imperfect picture of perfection." L finished, standing up. Misa smiled weakly at him.
"That was a wonderful story, Ryuzaki-kun. Thank you." L put his hand on Misa's head and moved it side to side twice, unsure of what else to do. He turned around and walked out the door, not bothering to say anything else.
As soon as Misa heard the door close, she stood, wiped off the rest of her smearing makeup and flopped back down on the race car bed, closing her eyes and falling asleep.
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