I'm having far too much fun editing this, I forgot how fun it was to write about psychotic mass murderers.

disclaimer : No infringement to copyright is intended, Death Note still doesn't belong to me :)

(edited 28/02/2021)

November 19th, 1989

Her parents were going to die.

Killed by a mugger - oh the irony, yes very funny. It was a reality she refused to accept. They didn't deserve it and dammit they were the only thing she had! Misa just had entered elementary a few weeks ago and decided the time to begin plotting had come.

(well perhaps not plotting, but definitely screwing with the bastard who had decided to write her parents as dead nobodies used to set events in motions)

(yeah, fuck you too buddy)

She was as polite as a child could be and made sure to smile and play with her classmates. Because of this, they thought she was their friend, a few girls had even called her their best friend. How sweet.

Misa didn't care about them, she only cared about her parents and they were going to die before she could hit twenty again. Rage bubbled up to the surface, crashing down on her like a tidal wave.

Resentment grew from there because, yes, give her a decent family and a second chance at life. Let these wonderful individuals raise her body-snatching self as she grows up knowing they are going to die. (ha ha ha...)

Yesterday on the news, there was this story about a man who had killed his own wife as well as the neighbors. Her mother quickly shut the thing down, not wanting her 'innocent' child to see. Misa already had heard most of the story.

And it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair that that some poor excuse of a man like that got to live while her loving parents didn't.

This world is rotten.

She then slapped herself, because thinking like Light Yagami was a very, very bad sign. She did not want to go all trigger happy on criminals, she didn't want to play God either. She'd leave that to the crazy men of this world, L and Light could have their fun playing with the lives of the innocent and guilty like one would play chess.

No, what Misa wanted was to see her parents live to see their twenty-fifth anniversary of marriage, get a dog maybe.

It's not like Misa hated Light Yagami, not really. A psychopath who managed to stay under the radar for seventeen years until he was sent into the deepest levels of crazy by a notebook.

(the thing is that she's hardly in a position to judge anyone, especially when there was mental illness and death involved)

Truth be told, she found the boy...fascinating. Someone who viewed the world as rotten, beyond redemption and yet tried to fix it. A boy whose intellect was unparalleled and grew bored of peers who could never reach his level, really she couldn't blame him for having such an ego. No matter how ridiculously annoying it was.

Still, he took far too many risks in her opinion. Enough to give her comfort-obsessed self a heart attack. Oh. Her lips quirked upwards at that, killing the laugh that wanted to spill out of her.

Lost in her thoughts, Misa didn't notice her teacher who was now standing in front of her desk, arms crossed.

"Misa-chan should pay attention if she wants good grades." The teacher lightly scolded and she felt yet another surge of annoyance, she grinned charmingly up at the woman.

"Gomen Tomo-sensei!" As if she was the kid she had to worry about, the class was full of little terrors. A few minutes of visibly not being listened to were hardly anything to bat her eyelashes at, not when a boy had permanant marker on his face and a little girl had lost a pigtail.

"It's fine just pay more attention," the woman shook her head almost fondly as she walked back to the front of the class. She hid a smirk, this was too easy.

She should have been asleep almost an hour ago.

Her mother had told her a bedtime story and dropped a kiss to her forehead like she did every night, yet she didn't manage to sleep. She was...confused as to what her next actions would be, in a few years time her parents were set to die and Kira to be born.

She didn't care much for the latter since she had no intention of committing a crime or getting involved in the Kira investigation.

Ha, no way.

Now that she thought about it, would Kira even win? With Misa not involved and not inexplicably in love with the boy, he wouldn't have a pair of eyes on command. Hm...she'd be ready to bet a hand that responsibility would fall on Kiyomi Takada.

Now that was funny. Because she held no affection for the original Misa, but she could feel a sense of spite against that woman and her arrogance. Treating others like they were beneath her, no matter how stupid the original could be, it made her blood boil.

(not as much as both girls letting themselves be treated like a tools, all in the name of love)

(ugh, she was going to be sick. she may not hate Light, but she did dislike him quite a lot)

L.

Kira.

Two sides of the same coin. This game of theirs could go both way. She hardly cared for the outcome, L wining would make her own future more than uncertain, but then again since she had no intention of involving herself with Light Yagami her future was already uncertain.

Goddamnit, this was giving her a headache.

Worst case scenario, she did have her own advantage. She did not trust the story to go the way it should, not when this used to be a book and she was planning on screwing the plot. She did have a rather basic understanding of how their minds worked, making it easier to predict their next moves.

She knew them, even if it was from the other side of a screen. They knew nothing about her, that made her dangerous.

They just didn't know it yet. (perhaps they never would and that hurt her pride, just a little bit)

(thankfully she was neither L nor Kira, she could live with losing games once in a while and didn't equate her pride to her life)

Mind games were fun, she could see why the smartest men in the world would fall prey to them. She had mind games of her own after all, no matter how insignificant they were in the grand scheme of things.

She loved to twist things to her advantage, bending the truth even by just a little to get what she wants. To look into someone's eyes and know they're dismissing her when she's actually the one who's winning.

It made her feel powerful, oh so powerful. Control, she loved being in control of the situation and she knew that if she were to get involved in the Kira case she would lose that feeling.

She wants to selfishly dig her nails into it so they never take it away from her. In a world of death Gods and notebooks that kills, losing control was scary.

Staying far away from the Kira case should be easy, saving her parents on the other hand, would be far more difficult.

(oh well, she already tampered with fate once)