Note: Thanks for the reviews! I hope you enjoy part 2 of this chapter too – I had a lot of fun writing it…

I should probably change the genre of this story to humor :P I love writing from Raito's POV – at first it was more of a challenge to myself, because I prefer 3rd person, however, I'm beginning to enjoy trying to get into his twisted mindset. Even though he has no memories of being Kira, I think that he still must be somewhat twisted to begin with, otherwise, he'd never had become Kira, right?

I mean, some authors attribute his evilness entirely to the Death Note, but I think he must have been like that even before power corrupted him…

Anyway, enough drabble! If u have thoughts, review, I always love comments : )


Chapter 5

Part 2
(Raito's POV)

As if things couldn't get any worse, it turned out to be the "Misa-Misa-date" day.

In the afternoon we left the head quarters and went down to the girl's floor. In the elevator I muttered my thanks to the detective for not having brought up the previous night as evidence against me in front of the investigation team.

Ryuuzaki's face remained completely unreadable as he told me in a flat tone, that if he had brought up his newly found evidence based on my sexuality, he would have been forced to discuss our encounter in the bathroom as well, which he didn't want to resolve to at that point.

I gritted my teeth at that. So, the game was far from over. I should have expected something like that – just because he had thrown a few cards on the table, showed me that he was suppressing his desire for me, it didn't mean that he was about to miraculously trust me or be honest with me. For Ryuuzaki it was obviously all about proving I'm Kira. What he did in order to prove it, or what happens in the mean time, were all sacrifices and risks he was willing to take. This whole line of thought made me question the truth behind these displays of attraction he had shown me. Perhaps it had all been some sick game he played, in order to fool me into believing he wanted me and seeing what I'd do about it.

Something in me was beginning to hurt. It was my ego, I told myself. I know what I'm worth, and if I wanted to, I would have made Ryuuzaki crawl on his knees for me. Who was he to play games like that with me?!

I made a mental note to make sure that Ryuuzaki falls head-over-heels for me, and I imagined myself laughing in his face once he was mine.

Misa opened the door and threw herself on my neck. Her high-heel shoes scraped my knees and thighs as she struggled to climb up my taller body. Despite the pain, I didn't feel like helping her out and holding her.

She finally dropped down and I petted her small blonde head, feeling slightly sorry for her pathetic state.

"Raitooo, your Misa missed you sooo much," she squeaked and she buried her sobbing face in my shirt, this time squeezing my waist.

Ryuuzaki poked her shoulder with one fingertip.

"Amane-san, can we go in?"

"Don't touch me, you pervert," she screamed indignantly and slid to my opposite side. "Raito, I don't know how you can live with him!"

"Misa, please, don't be so rude," I said, stealing a glance of Ryuuzaki whose big, dark eyes widened in disbelieve. I stepped in, dragging Misa with me, allowing the detective to gape behind me. I never defended him, not when Misa bashed him, nor when the rest of our team disapproved with him. The black-haired justice-machine never showed any emotions, he didn't seem to care for other people's opinions, and didn't concur with anyone anyway, so I never got the impression that he needed someone to stand up for him.

However, I felt that he might enjoy the feeling, if someone started doing it. Most likely, he was going to love it, and love me in turn.

We sat on the couch, Misa got busy chattering, Ryuuzaki got busy devouring dessert after dessert, and I began spacing out. I looked at my watch every now and then, wishing I was somewhere else.

"This is lame! I know what we can do," Misa got up abruptly and ran to her room. She came back with her ipod and a pair of speakers.

I sat idly and Ryuuzaki watched her suspiciously over his plate of half-eaten strawberry shortcake. Misa smiled a sugar-coated smile at me and turned on a gothic/death-metal song.

"Raito, let's dance."

"Misa, I don't like to…"

"Pleeease! Misa-Misa will be delighted!"

"No, Misa, I really don't want to…"

"Come oooooon!" she grabbed one of my elbows and tried to unlock my arms from my chest.

"No, Misa, please leave me alone," I said crossly and she let me go.

"Come on, Raito-kun. It could be fun," this time it was Ryuuzaki. He was smiling rather suggestively at me while putting a strawberry into his mouth.

I evaluated the pros and cons and decided that whatever the scenario, it was surely going to turn out more to my benefit than anyone else's. I got up and Ryuuzaki followed after me. I ran a hand through my hair in a perfect imitation of nervousness. Misa was so happy. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into a waltz-like position, dragging Ryuuzaki around the room with us.

"This music is not very danceable," Ryuuzaki commented.

"What do you know about music?" Misa was too quick to confront him.

"I agree with Ryuuzaki," I intervened without looking at the pale youth, who was surely bewildered once again.

"I don't have anything else!"

"I will provide music," the detective offered and turned to the nearest camera, asking the investigation team, who was watching us from the headquarters, to purchase some American pop music on itunes and to bring it over.

"I can't dance," I said to no one in particular.

"I'll teach you," Misa and Ryuuzaki said in tune. Then they exchanged hateful glares. I didn't allow myself to smile, even though I felt slightly amused.

"You don't know how to dance!" Misa pointed a long, black, fingernail at the slouching man and clutched my shirt's loose sleeve as if afraid I might run off.

"Yes I do. I can dance a variety of dances. It was a part of the general education I received for this job."

I blinked repeatedly. I couldn't exactly picture Ryuuzaki dancing. I tried to imagine it and cringed.

Of course, it was Matsuda who appeared in a couple of minutes with a laptop. He set it up with Misa's speakers and blasted a rhythmic rnb song. The beat was very catchy and beckoned my body to dance.

I had never enjoyed dancing. I always thought of it as a mindless activity for unintelligent individuals, who have nothing better to do, but rub against each other with their clothes on.

Misa chose a new song. It was slower and more suggestive than the previous one. She walked slowly towards me, attempting to sway her hips and look seductive.

"Who would you like to have as your instructor, Raito-kun?" Ryuuzaki asked.

I eyed both of them. L, the world's greatest detective, and Misa, Japan's pop idol. It was all so absurd, but I didn't allow my mouth to quirk up.

Misa didn't wait; she slipped her arms around my waist and began moving slowly in front of me. I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Hey, not fair!" Ryuuzaki said, and bit his thumb, watching Misa intently with that blank stare of his.

"You have no right to dance with my boyfriend! I should be teaching Raito how to dance!"

"On the contrary, for the time being, I have every right over him and yourself, Amane-san. So theoretically, I could detain you in your room and dance with Raito-kun all I want. So, please allow Raito-kun to choose between us - it gives you a fair chance."

I wondered what the investigation team made of L's bizarre statement. I could imagine everyone's jaws fall open and my father having a second heart attack.

I decided that either way, I was the innocent victim there, so I didn't have to end the fun, since my reputation wasn't the one at stake.

"Can you both dance for me and I could decide who I prefer?" I proposed.

Two pairs of eyes turned to me, then to each other. They were both full of resolve and zeal to win.

"Fine," Misa said.

"Ah, Raito-kun, in order to save time, can we dance at the same time?"

"Yes, go ahead," I said and I smiled sweetly. Both Misa and Ryuuzaki reflexively smiled in return, Misa straightening her dress and Ryuuzaki biting his thumb, both of them blushing slightly and their eyes shining. I wanted to laugh manically, but I had to hold it.

Ryuuzaki unchained his hand from me and chained me to the coffee table. I sat down on the couch, crossed my arms and legs and prepared for the entertainment.

The two opponents, both small-framed and bony, faced off each other before they began.

Matsuda turned on a faster song, by an American pop singer. It was something so very popular, that even I, who didn't follow pop music, recognized it. I tapped my foot in tune as the pair began dancing. Misa's dance was cute, very Japanese; however it looked rigid and devoid of sex-appeal to me. I had always found that type of dancing boring, monotonous and robotic. She marched and swayed one foot after the other, making sure her arms gesture expressively and make cute little moves in tune.

Ryuuzaki on the other hand took a couple of seconds to memorize the pattern of the beat before he began dancing. And when he did, I raised an eyebrow, because his body demonstrated incredible agility and speed, as he performed something between hip hop and break dancing. I stared in disbelieve. He was good and he definably had rhythm and grace.

Misa noticed that my eyes weren't leaving her opponent and she finally glanced in his direction to see what he was doing. She stopped dancing and gaped as well.

Ryuuzaki danced for a couple of seconds more, before he realized that we were all staring at him and he stopped, slouched and bit his thumb.

"Why are you all looking at me?" he said and tilted his head nervously.

"Why don't you guys dance together?" Matsuda intervened.

"No!" Misa retorted.

"That is a great idea, Matsuda-san. Come on, Amane-san," Ryuuzaki took a step towards her.

"Nooo!"

Ryuuzaki approached her and she run towards me. Once I realized what was happening I jumped from where I was sitting and tried to run away, however, the chain kept me running around the coffee table while she chased me and Ryuuzaki ran after her.

Ryuuzaki almost caught her and screaming she got on the table and jumped right on me, knocking me down to fall softly on the couch. However, Ryuuzaki appeared and put his bony knee on the side of my leg, trying to pull Misa off of me. The girl began screaming and tore at me, trying to remain where she was, and Ryuuzaki's knee bore into my thigh painfully, as he pulled her.

Suddenly the phone rang, saving me from the crazy situation. It was my father, demanding that Ryuuzaki and I return to the investigation room to examine some urgent evidence.

Ryuuzaki and I both knew that it was a trick to get us out of Misa's room and end the circus.

"Too much estrogen, as Aizawa-san would have said," Matsuda commented and rubbed the back of his neck as we straightened up and set out to leave.

"But wait! I still should have another hour with Raito! And who is going to dance with me?"

"Would you like to dance with me, Misa-san" Matsuda offered, his eyes shining hopefully.

Misa turned to him considering. Ryuuzaki closed the door behind us and I didn't see the outcome of the exchange.

"Does Raito-kun still want to learn how to dance," Ryuuzaki asked me in the elevator. He smiled at me somewhat slyly and bit his thumb.

I raised an eyebrow. Did I get the hit right?

"You might want to be ready for the next time Misa wants to dance," he added.

The elevator was on our floor, however, before the doors could open, I hit the "Stop" button.

"I didn't know you knew how to dance, Ryuuzaki," I said, taking a daring step towards him and putting my hand on the wall next to his head.

The detective's breath caught and he stared at me in surprise and sudden yearning.

"It was a part of my training," he said breathlessly.

I smiled slightly and leaned in to look at him from up close. His eyes clouded with what looked like intoxication.

"… I told you that already," he added huskily and looked down, hiding his burning eyes from me.

I was tempted beyond belief to tilt his chin up and ravage him right there, but I knew there was absolutely no time and I also had to be extra careful of how much I gave him, if I wanted to make him go crazy over me. However, there was something I could do, in order to haunt his head for the rest of the day and at the same time not put myself in a position of weakness.

I buried my free hand into his thick raven hair. He inhaled sharply, but I was far from done. Our faces were inches apart and he stared back at me, challenging and fearless. I was resolved to push him beyond his comfort zone and I wasn't planning on savoring the feel of his silky locks; adoration was not what I was going for. Instead, I shamelessly made my hand run down his neck, feeling off every fiber of his flesh, searching his chest, feeling his muscles through his cotton shirt, drawing sharp breaths of shock and lust from him, and then feeling him off further down, the hardness I felt through his pants and then shamelessly touching between his legs, searching the inside of his tights and further back and up. At that point he closed his eyes and threw his head back, emitting a suppressed cry of pleasure. He reached to grab me and pull me forward, however, I pulled away.

Goal reached, I thought smugly and stepped back, reaching for the "Stop" button again. However, before I managed to unlock the door of the elevator, he grabbed my hand and pulled it back towards his body. I struggled and didn't allow him to pull me closer or kiss me. I threw him back forcefully and his back hit the wall. He slowly looked up at me with a dark, defeated expression on his face. His eyes were narrowed in painful frustration and his entire posture gave away that he wasn't amused.

Perfect, I thought as the door opened. I walked out and he dragged himself behind me. I couldn't wait to see how he'd answer this, and I was sure that I wouldn't need to wait long, probably by the time the task force left, Ryuuzaki was going to be ready with his revenge/counterattack.

TBA