Disclaimer: Death Note is owned by Tsugumi Ooba, Takeshi Obata and whoever else owns it. I in no way claim it as my own; I just like to abuse the characters more than Animal Crossing likes to make bad fish jokes. Any new characters are mine and any other new stuff is mine. I make no profit off of this silly fanfic and I don't intend any harm from it. No sue me, plz?
A/N: Uhm... You might consider some stuff in here the Authoress' way of Misa-bashing, and I guessed you'd be right, but I can't help wanted to smack her upside the head sometimes, and it comes out in my descriptions. I have a love/hate relationship with that character. Sorry!
Also, someone said something about fluff, so I added a little "awww" moment of Ryuuzaki thinking something concerning Musiko. (I won't be more specific since I don't want to spoil it.) It's really, really minor fluff.
Oh, and thanks for all your reviews! Reviews made this chapter possible, because without reviews, my inspiration dies.
Angel of Death II: Second Trump (Death)
by KuroShinigami13
Chapter Nine - Jack of Spades (Change)
Death Note
How to Use It
- As you see above, the time and condition of death can be changed, but once the victim's name has been written, the individual's death can never be avoided.
Ryuuzaki, Musiko and Light all wandered into a room on Misa Amane's floor.
"Light!" Misa called happily from her seat on a cream-colored couch, though she gave Musiko a glare before looking back to her one true love. "I didn't know we were supposed to have a da-- Wait. Ryuuzaki and Musiko?"
Musiko rubbed her temples, muttering, "Please stop hating me for something that's not my fault."
"Yeah, right," Misa retorted. "You're trying to take my Light away from me!"
"That would be very dark," Ryuuzaki commented.
"Someone hold me back," the singer ordered, suddenly diving toward the blonde with intent to maim.
Ryuuzaki held her back by the back of her collar, Musiko clawing the air desperately.
"Liiiight!" Misa squealed in such an annoying tone that the singer struggled harder. "She tried to attack me!"
"I swear to the fucking sky, if you don't stop being irrational about this, I will kick your anorexic ass, you fucking preppy goth bitch!" she shouted, clearly enraged. "Let me go! Let me go! I need to kill her! I will sacrifice this virgin to the gods that hate me so damn much!"
"Musiko, calm down," Ryuuzaki said in a soothing tone, tugging her backward.
The woman grunted, crossing her arms and glaring at the blonde, but reluctantly agreeing, "Fine. I'll just make a voodoo doll later."
Misa squeaked in fear, hands to her heart as the raven-haired detective slowly released Musiko's collar.
Said woman wandered off to the corner, tapping her fingers together whilst grinning evilly.
Ryuuzaki looked away from the plotting songstress, gaze falling upon Misa Amane as he walked over, leaning forward with his foot to the arm of the couch where she sat.
"Tell me," he began in a low, conspiratorial voice, "do you love Light from the bottom of your heart?"
"Huh?" she muttered, leaning away from the detective. "Uh, yeah... Of course I do!"
"But you also worship Kira, don't you?" the young man asked.
"Well, yeah..."
He leaned closer, crouching on the seat of the couch as Misa scooted further away, Light trying to pull the detective away from her by his collar and failing miserably.
"So then, if you had to choose between Light and Kira," Ryuuzaki proposed, "who would you pick?"
"What?!" she asked, jumping up and running to her love. "That's obvious! Of course it's gonna be Light! I'm really grateful to Kira and want to meet him someday in person, but that's not true love!"
The woman latched onto Light's arm, looking up at him adoringly, "I'd definitely choose Light."
"But your precious Light is planning to catch Kira," the detective informed the blonde, then questioned the brunette. "Isn't that right?"
"Well, yes, of course I am," the younger man admitted.
Ryuuzaki moved to the end of the couch, staring up at Misa who clung to Light.
"He says he wants to catch Kira. Now what will you do?" he pressed, sounding, if only to Musiko, a little amused with questioning the model.
"Well, if that's what Light says, then I'm gonna support him no matter what," Misa answered confidently.
"I see," the raven-haired man replied, quite interest. "So if you were given the opportunity to work with Light on this investigation... would you take the offer?"
"What?" asked Light in pure disbelief. "Ryuuzaki."
"Yeah!" Misa agreed without hesitation. "Of course I would! I'd do anything I could to help Light!"
Light looked down to the blonde, "Wait. Hold on a second."
He then turned his gaze to Ryuuzaki, "Where are you going with this?"
"I'm planning to have Aiber pose as Eraldo Coil again," the detective explained. "He'll tell the Yotsuba members that while he was investigating L, he discovered that Misa Amane might know who he is. He'll also tell them that L brought her in for questioning on suspicion that she was the second Kira."
"That part is true," Misa commented.
Musiko's brow furrowed as she wondered why Ryuuzaki was using Misa for something like this when she herself could handle the job.
"If the Yotsuba group believe that Misa could be their lead to finding L," concluded the detective as he now stood before the large window, looking out onto the city glow against the night sky, "then they'll say that they want to meet her to discuss their advertising campaign."
"They'll use that opportunity to question her," he deduced of the Yotsuba board members.
"Thanks to Matsuda's screw up, they may already be considering Misa as their new spokesperson, so this could work," he finished.
"Yeah," Misa agreed. "Right."
"We can't do that," Light insisted.
Misa looked up to the brunette, pouting as she inquired, "Why not?"
"This plan is too risky," returned the young man. "Who knows what could happen to you."
The blonde gasped in delight, hands together as she spoke with love and awe, "Oh, wow! Does that mean you're worried about me?"
"Yaaaay!" she cried merrily, hugging the young man and rubbing her cheek to him.
It looked like what cats do to claim ownership of an item to Musiko, said woman feeling an imaginary icy breeze of loneliness that only played out in her mind. If only someone could love her like that. Not that she was gay or anything.
The singer's shoulders slumped as she hung her head and sighed deeply.
Light noticed her actions, hands pulling as far away from Misa as possible as he tried to jerk free of the emotional blonde's grasp.
Ryuuzaki watched Musiko, wondering if her actions signaled that she truly loved Light Yagami, or if she had found some other random, somehow strangely related thought that depressed her. With Musiko, he reasoned sagely, one could never be sure.
But even so, if the first conclusion were true, he felt that if she loved Light, aside from hoping he wasn't truly Kira, he hoped the young man did return her affections. Still, he couldn't lie to himself and say he hoped for that more than he hoped she despised Light Yagami, Kira or not.
Musiko came out of her depression as Misa finally pulled away from Light.
The model's eyes sparkled as she promised, "But don't worry; I won't mind doing something like this if it's for you, Light."
Light placed his hands to her shoulders, "Listen, Misa. If they suspect that you might know who L really is, we don't know how far they'll be willing to go to get that information."
"No problemo," Misa said firmly, fists raised and tiny arm muscles flexing. "I promise I won't say anything... even if they torture me!"
"I can attest to that," Ryuuzaki commented, walking to the wall near Musiko.
The detective's dark eyes pretended to study a picture on the wall, but he watched her from the corner of his eye, still trying to deduce the reason to her earlier actions.
"But Kira can control his victims' actions before their death," Light reminded the detective. "There's a good chance he might try to manipulate her into revealing what she knows and then kill her."
Misa's mouth was agape, hands to her cheeks with worry.
"Also," the brunette went on to say, "if he does manage to kill L, he won't have any use for Misa. He'd kill her to keep her silent."
Finding no clues from Musiko's countenance, Ryuuzaki turned and walked toward the other pair.
"I don't like the sound of that," Misa complained worriedly.
"Light," the detective said, forefinger raised before shaking admonishingly. "You forget that if we win against Kira, Misa won't die."
"Musiko," he began, "please back me up."
The singer glared at him viciously, arms crossing.
He turned at her silence and saw her countenance, knowing whatever she was about to say would be just as mean as her expression.
"Sorry to burst your sugar cube in Ryuuzaki Land," she said with all the attitude she could muster, making a bursting motion with her hands before they crossed over her chest once more, "but I'm not your personal yes man. Don't assume so arrogantly that I'm on your side."
Her arms fell, her anger passing.
"Ryuuzaki, I have to object to this," Musiko finally announced. "I don't want Misa put in any further danger than she already is."
"I thought the two of you were no longer friends," replied the dark-eyed detective, tone mostly curious.
The singer shrugged a little, confessing, "She's... like a little sister to me... even if she is being irrational and rude to me. I don't want her to get hurt..."
"Unless, of course, it's me doing the hurting," the raven-haired woman added with a dark sneer, fist pounding into her hand eagerly before the look passed and her arms fell.
"Musiko..." the blonde model muttered softly, touched by the songstress' words.
Bounding over to her, Misa tackled the singer, hugging her tightly.
"Oooh, Musiko! I don't want to fight!" the little woman confessed.
Musiko's middle was squeezed much too tightly for her liking, her tongue hanging out and eyes forming little 'x''s.
"Can't... breathe," she managed to mutter, trying to pry the young woman away to no avail.
"Misa, you're killing her," Light said with a sigh.
Amane quickly let go of the older woman who took in a deep breath, panting once before patting Misa on the head in a manner that expressed how endearing the singer found the model.
"I don't want to fight either," Musiko finally agreed.
Misa gave a firm nod, looking determined as she stared up at Musiko and offered her hand to shake, "So from now on, the best woman wins."
"Ah, what?" asked the raven-haired woman, then shook her head a bit. "Uh... Oh. Right. Yes."
Shaking Misa's hand, Musiko felt herself die a little inside at shaking on such a stupid statement.
'As if it takes the best woman to win some murderous piece of eye candy,' she thought derisively, slipping her hand from Misa's.
"Uh... Am I supposed to say 'good luck', or does that defeat the purpose?" the singer questioned, finger scratching the side of her nose unsurely.
Both Misa and Light slumped forward, the former surprised Musiko had said something so dumb and the latter feeling completely unloved.
Musiko looked from one to the other, shrugging with her palms up as she accused, "The lack of oxygen made me disoriented."
"Anyway," she went on, hands moving to her hips, "I'm just as good for this role, considering they already contacted my first manager and signed me on for music and to be their spokesperson... And they said Misa is a likely shoe-in for the latter."
"No," Ryuuzaki and Light said firmly.
"Yes," retorted Musiko, just as firmly. "Whether you approve or not, I'm going to do this... I haven't felt very useful lately anyway. I mean, most of my skills aren't even needed for this case."
"Skills?" echoed Light, interested.
She gave a nod, confirming and explaining, "Yeah. I guess you weren't properly filled in, but I have hacking capabilities, I'm good at solving puzzles and cracking codes, I can theorize multiple possibilities to a situation, conversation, or basically anything that has an outcome, I'm your go-to girl for all things Occult and paranormal, and I'm a skilled fighter - taught by Ryuuzaki, no less."
The raven-haired woman shook her head, pointing at Light, "Don't distract me!"
Hand falling, she continued, "As I was saying, I'm doing this whether anyone likes it or not. It's a decent plan that's worth taking the risk for."
Light sighed at the stubborn, determined woman, looking to Ryuuzaki.
"Are you going to let her do this?" he inquired with reserve.
The detective looked away from Musiko, onyx eyes turning to Light, "I suppose we will have to allow her to do as she wishes, seeing as I've never been able to deter her from a mission before. I doubt anything I say or do short of a direct order could stop her now."
"Damn straight," the songstress agreed, hands to her hips.