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This is hard for her to understand…
Misa has done EVERYTHING Light wanted… and he STILL doesn't love her the way SHE wanted…
She loves him… she loves him more, more, MORE than the world…
But…
"They're so stupid," Misa grouches, furiously brushing out her pretty, yellow hair. "Boys are stupid, Rem. Don't date 'em."
Rem, her beloved Shinigami and her protector, says nothing at first. Her all-gold eyes unblinking.
She towers over Misa sitting on the bedroom floor to preen in front of her mirror. Rem seems to always be there, Misa considers. No matter where Misa goes. It's like having an angel with Misa to watch over her… a beautifully grotesque and heartless angel…
"I do not plan to."
"We can date though. Heehee." Misa teases, glancing over her shoulder and wiggling her eyebrows as if harboring a sly secret.
Rem's expression hasn't changed from its emptiness.
"I thought you loved Light Yagami…"
Misa tuts, rolling her eyes. "Forget about HIM! C'mere, c'mere!"
She motions impatiently to Rem, bunching her fingers together as if meaning to grab someone's hand. Finally, Rem does as bid, holding out her long, spinal cord-like arm only to receive a gift from Misa. An unwrapped piece of chocolate-covered fruit.
"Have some, Rem!"
With her long, skeletal fingers, Rem picks off a glob of the fruit. Melty, chocolatey and shaped like a strawberry. Misa knows a real authentic strawberry from the artificially grown. She beams with self-satisfaction as Rem hesitantly takes a bite.
"What does it taste like?"
"Nothing."
"Oh?" Misa says, tapping a fingernail to her chin and pondering Rem's answer. "Well that's silly! It's so sweet and juicy to me!" She rearranges herself, holding up her platinum-black hair comb. "Anyways, Rem, you should brush my hair. Is that okay?"
Instead of answering, Rem grunt-grumbles and holding the comb awkwardly between her fingers.
Misa laughs, scrunching her nose adorably.
"Like this," she offers, moving Rem's fingers the way they should be holding the comb. Rem doesn't complain. Light would. Light would toss the comb back at Misa as if it were nothing and tell her to quit playing around. That hurts Misa's heart a little.
Rem… she doesn't do that.
She might be scary-looking, and Rem's flesh might feel dead and scaly… but she is Misa's angel. An angel of death.
Rem said…
The way to kill a Shinigami is to make them fall in love with a human.
Gelus saved Misa's life on the day she was fated to die. He died himself. Misa hadn't even been aware of it. Rem told her Gelus's story, and how both him and Rem watched Misa from the the Shinigami world, and developed feelings for Misa.
(Shinigami must never stop that which has been… fated.)
Ryuk said Shinigami don't have feelings.
Could he have been wrong…
Or is Rem… special?
Misa gazes into her mirror's reflection.
Her face scrubbed of makeup. Her pouty, pink lips that ached to be kissed.
But, there's no Rem.
There's only the gleaming, midnight-black comb rising in the air, softly sweeping through Misa's hair.
"…Can you see when I will die?" Misa murmurs, her eyes bleeding into a familiar Shinigami-red.
"I see you," Rem murmurs back, lowering the comb. "And only you, Misa… I see you as you are right now…"
Misa's lips twitch into a benevolent smirk.
"Thanks," she says, nodding. "That makes me feel better."
Misa yawns, getting to her feet, smoothing the hem of her black nightdress.
She goes up on her tippy-toes, grasping as much of Rem's waist as she physically can and hugging her.
"Misa…"
"Goodnight," Misa says sweetly, now grasping Rem's shoulder and urging her down. She touches lips. Lips on lips. Lips are lips regardless, Misa thinks with a drowsy, happy noise in the back of her throat, touching Rem's lips with her own again.
Even if they're bloodless and bruise-colored.
(She shouldn't. She's dating Light, and Light told her to not be in love with anyone else…)
"Heehee," Misa giggles, dismissing his wishes as she's best at, scurrying off to bed.
She wants what she wants.
Light will understand.
Or else.
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