Before you read: I just wanna say inconsistencies in timeline are okay because I'm writing this for fun, so don't be too confused at some of the situations! Thank you!

"Too tall. Too… asymmetrical. Too childish. Too-"

I listened to the shoot director list off flaws one after another as she strolled down the line of girls. I was fighting the urge to wipe my sweaty hands against my bare legs, and in the process of denying myself that comfort I felt my teeth grind together.

The girl beside me tensed, and I couldn't help but glance at her from the corner of my eye and take in her golden bathing suit and flexing muscles.

"Too…hm, well, you do have good thighs," the director bent down, analyzing my platform partner's legs like a closer look would make a difference. This was a beach shoot, after all, and there weren't going to be close ups of our skin (thank god). It had said that in the sheet my agen-

"You."

I jumped at the fingers snapping in my face, finally focusing in on the world around me. My eyes fell directly onto the director's, and she stood slightly lower than I thought she would while in front of me. She had already called a girl out for being too tall, so I was sure I was next.

"Name and number."

"Akemi Rinne, 36, ma'am," I replied in practiced ease, though my tongue was attempting to fight me every step of the way.

"She's 5'7, 19 years old, and is under the Pulse Company, agent Tomizawa Yachi," the assistant rattled off my information like she had memorized and waited for this moment her whole life. God, if I could speak that clearly and quickly I wouldn't have to fight for roles in shows. Instead, I had to stick with the usual modeling jobs and left the talking to everyone who could actually form a sentence out loud without stuttering themselves into the abyss.

I continued to shrink under the watchful eye of the director, and I knew she was analyzing not only my legs, but every part of me. From my painfully plain short black hair to my typical brown eyes, she was taking it all in. This was either the best thing that could be happening to me or the worst, depending on what was going to come out of her mouth next. Hopefully she took in my only redeeming feature: the beauty mark below my right eye.

"Pass her to the final round of auditions."

With those words, I felt my stomach soar.

"Yay!"

Misa embraced me after learning the news. I happily hugged her back, feeling giddy enough to pick her up into the air to twirl her around. She squealed and tightened her hold on me, and upon placing her back on the ground she planted a kiss directly onto my cheek.

Sucking a sharp breath, I straightened immediately and got my face out of lip distance, slapping my hand over the area like she had hit me.

"Oh, Akemi-chan, this is so exciting! Misa has never seen you in a swim suit before!"

She kept rambling like the physical affection she had just granted me was the most ordinary thing in the world, but I happily welcomed the distraction of her voice.

"When is the final audition? Misa will go with you to cheer you on! Maybe if Misa comes, you'll be even more likely to get the part! Maybe we can do a double beach photo shoot! Wouldn't it be so fun to go to the beach together?"

My face was on fire, but I couldn't stop myself from agreeing, "I'd love to go to the beach with you."

"Next time we have a day off together, let's go!"

She held my free hand tightly between her own, and I caught myself grinning in response to her never-ending enthusiasm.

"This is Misa's boyfriend, Light!"

Meeting a boy on the day Misa and I were supposed to go on a date (albeit a friend date) was not on the roster. I awkwardly shook his hand as he announced, "Yagami, Light. A pleasure to meet one of Misa's friends."

"Akemi Rinne… ah, same for you."

I couldn't properly express a greeting, feeling that my heart had somehow lodged itself into my throat. I snatched my hand back after two half-hearted shakes and then looked to Misa, hoping for some sort of explanation.

"Light goes to To-Oh University, he's so smart! Since we're going to the museum today I invited him along. He'll be able to tell us everything, Akemi-chan!"

There she goes, being oblivious. I guess I couldn't blame her, we weren't girlfriends or anything and it wasn't like she had to be exclusive with me, but inviting her boyfriend to our date without telling me beforehand?

That line of thinking wasn't healthy, was it? Maybe I'm just being too bitter about it. Of course she didn't have to be exclusive with me, we were friends.

"Ah, sure Misa-chan." I agreed reluctantly, and even though I felt a little betrayed (though I definitely shouldn't have felt that at all, at least I was self aware) I decided to give this Yagami a fair chance to prove himself a good man to match with Misa.

I would be lying, though, if I said that after that date I didn't go home and cry to myself about how amazing he seemed for her. He was smart, had a good future ahead of him, and was everything I couldn't be in Misa's eyes: a potential lover.

"I… I just don't get why I can't go with Misa, too."

I wrung my hands, looking at Ryuzaki with pleading eyes. Misa had been going to her normal photo shoots with a man called Matsuda. She had been able to keep her life going even after we had been held captive by this strange man for lord knows how long, and yet I was forced to remain in this dumb building to rot. I knew that at least Yachi had to be worried for me. Right? She couldn't just forget that I existed if I stopped coming to the office for a month or two.

"I suspect that if I allow both you and Misa to leave at the same time, there could be some scheming. I do not trust Matsuda to properly account for both of you, and we are running low on resources."

He wouldn't even look at me.

"I don't think it would be such a bad idea, Ryuzaki. I mean, Rinne-san hasn't done anything wrong," Light came to my rescue, and he held a steaming cup out to me as he strode up beside us. I gratefully took the coffee, bowing my head slightly in thanks. Light seemed to be kinder to me these days, and I suspected it was because I still hadn't put on the weight that I had been forced to lose. I looked pathetic. Maybe Ryuzaki was just trying to keep me from making a fool of myself in the modeling industry. It was a wonder how Misa had kept her seemingly everlasting beauty during that awful confinement.

"I'm not sure I trust your judgment, Light, but thank you. I still suspect not only Rinne-san of being an accomplice, but you as being the first Kira."

Another reminder.

I snorted. "And what percent are we all at today, huh? I just want to go hang out with Misa outside of this god forsaken place, is that too much to ask?"

I glared at him, but was only met with two owlish eyes. The way they bore into my very soul unnerved me, but I didn't want to show weakness now. I had already grown irritated enough with this man to have snapped at him more than anyone else in my entire life combined.

"Your affection for Amane Misa is the sole reason I suspect you. You are unwavering in your loyalty," he said it as though he were scolding a small child, reminding them of a fault they continuously let slip. It was condescending but I couldn't deny a single word.

Clutching the mug between my hands, I huffed and sank myself back into the loveseat across from Ryuzaki, never letting my eyes stray from his. Even though we maintained that eye contact, the act of sitting down had been submission, and he knew he had won. For now, at least.

"Misa, I don't know…"

Somehow I had gotten myself caught up in the most awkward situation of my life.

"But Misa has never really kissed a boy, Akemi-chan, and I don't want to disappoint Light! We're both girls, so it won't matter!"

She sounded so sure of herself.

Wasn't this kind of thing strictly film material? Wasn't this just a side fan-service for the men out there that can't hold it in at the sight of two girls kissing? Some sort of consumer based content?

Also, she surely had to have kissed more people in her lifetime, right? She was gorgeous and could have anyone she pleased. Why was she asking me to help her hone her kissing skills?

God, are you seriously watching this happen right now and you're not doing anything to help me?

"But Misa-chan," I tried to disguise the anxiety in my voice by lowering it to a whisper, "I haven't really been with many guys, either, and I'm probably bad at-"

"Then we can both get better, right?" Her beaming smile was blinding and her eagerness undefeated.

If only she knew about my feelings, then she might have had second thoughts. But there was no way I was going to let them slip out. Ever.

"Misa-chan, really, if you want to improve then maybe you can talk to Yagami-san about it… right? Wouldn't that be better?"

Her shoulders slouched and she leaned back into the headboard behind her. We had ended up in her room after having lunch following the drama shoot. I had been here a few times before, and we always made ourselves comfortable on her bed while she gushed about Yagami Light or browsed the Internet to look through her rivals' newest content.

"If you don't want to, Akemi-chan, it's okay. But you're the only girlfriend Misa has and surprising Light would be so much fun. He doesn't have time to practice kissing at all so Misa wants to be great for him!"

She bounced back quickly. Her passion made me want to puke (only because she was so dedicated to this guy), but it was admirable how she never lost sight of her goal.

"Ah, it isn't that," I muttered, bringing my legs together in a pretzel style so I could learn toward her comfortably. "I just… haven't kissed a girl before."

Misa brightened immediately and she leaned forward as well, placing her hands on the area that divided us. "It's okay, it's fine if we're both girls! Misa has done it on set sometimes!"

With that she leaned forward without pause. I dodged her with a squeak, bringing my hands behind me to support the shift in weight. She didn't cease, and I couldn't stop myself from falling back as she advanced and pushed her lips against mine.

Sputtering, I tried to reach up to push her away, but she felt right along with me and we ended up chest-to-chest and also mouth-to-mouth.

My mind was blank but after a moment I tried to reciprocate the kiss in any way I knew how. We were a mesh of tongue and lips and teeth. When Misa's laugh bubbled against my lips I couldn't help but laugh along with her.

One day I felt like I was being watched (more than usual, thanks paranoia), and I had to check behind me every so often to search the empty space of Misa's room to ease my anxieties.

She had wanted to have me over, but in the middle of our girl's night she had to run and meet her agent for a last minute contract assessment. It was a gig she couldn't miss out on, so she had hurriedly hugged me in farewell before yelling behind her that she'd be back in two hours, tops.

I had decided to work on my word search in the mean time, listening to the TV play in the background. A few candles and said TV were all the light I had and it made the room both relaxing and suspicious at the same time. I loved the atmosphere, and despite feeling a little unnerved, I tried to bask in it and enjoy my word search while it lasted.

"Ah!" I cried out in excitment as I spotted the second to last word on the list, slashing my highlighter across it so fast that it was basically flung from my hand and off of the bed. I sat still for a moment, processing in my hyper fixated state that, dang, I had gotten too excited over a word search. And dang were they a guilty pleasure of mine.

I set the book down after marking the page and leaned over the bed, smashing my cheek against the duvet and blindly running my hand over the floor. I couldn't seem to find the highlighter, so I scooted my hand more under the bed and felt something under the tips of my fingers. I tried to grab for it, but realized it wasn't the highlighter.

"Are you looking for this?"

I inhaled so sharply that I felt my lungs burst and I scrambled back onto the bed, slamming my back against the wall in a hurry to put as much space between myself and whatever I had just heard speak. Before me was a large white… creature? In the center of it's giant bony hand was my pink highlighter, and it extended it to me as if in peace.

The headache that rattled my brain left my vision black and my ears ringing.

I awoke to Misa shaking me, her brown eyes glistening with tears and her lower lip quivering. I groaned, lifting a shaky hand to touch my sweaty forehead. She immediately took it into her own and brought it towards her.

"I didn't mean to leave the book out like that, you were probably so scared! Rem told me you fainted!"

Squinting at her, I had two thoughts flash through my head: she hadn't referred to herself in the third person, and she had named the demon that lived in her room.

"You can call me Rinne, you know."

We were sitting off set away from the other cast members, huddled together in a wide chair and sharing a water bottle. Misa and I had become quite close over the course of the filming. I was her childhood friend in the drama and she insisted our chemistry fit that of the characters. Little did we both know that we clicked more than either had expected.

I had already begun calling her by her first name, yet she still referred to me as Akemi.

"Rinne is a good name, but Misa thinks Akemi-chan is much cuter! It suits your face more, Akemi-chan, since you're cute too!"

I had been around Amane Misa for a little over two weeks, and she never ceased to amaze me (and make me blush) with the words that came out of her mouth.

"A-ah, thanks, Misa-chan, but I think I'm too tall to be considered cute," I replied sheepishly, handing her the water bottle and holding onto the cap between my thumb and forefinger.

"But that makes you even cuter!" She insisted, pausing to take a small sip of water. Her lipstick remained. "Akemi-chan's height makes people think you might be scary or rude, but in the end you're just so cute!"

Almost like she couldn't resist anymore, she latched onto me like a child clutching their teddy bear. I placed my hand on her arm and patted it lightly, leaning my head down to place it on her's.

I had been around Misa Amane for a little over two weeks and I was already head over heels for her.

Hanging out with Misa and her lurking demon was becoming a common occurrence. I was still very skittish around the so-called "Rem" and had yet to speak a single word to her.

Misa had taken it upon herself to tell me about Rem, referring to the demon as "her" and saying that they were companions of some sort. It made no sense. She made no other indications as to how this demon ended up with her, but after my persistent questions she revealed that it had been after a very close call with death.

This, of course, spooked me to no end and after learning that Misa had once had a stalker so close to also being her murderer, I decided that my paranoia wasn't unfounded. People could be following either of us at anytime; this industry was more dangerous than people thought.

I didn't question her anymore about the origin of the demon after she revealed that incident, as I did not want to bring up anymore bad memories for her to potentially relive. I still thought it was strange that somehow a demon appeared and helped her right in her moment of need, but if this thing was standing beside us then obviously it had happened.

The hang out sessions went mostly as usual. Misa and I would hang out, but now every so often Misa would ask for Rem's input on a situation or topic. I was getting used to the strange answers and how often she referred to us as "humans."

If Misa could handle being with Rem everyday and not worry about her soul being taken (Rem had rescued her after all, there had to be some sort of payment for that, right?), I guess I had to trust the demon as well.

"-and he just wouldn't stop talking! Misa tried to tell him she wasn't interested, he's just a coworker after all!"

I nodded, dipping the brush back into the container before applying more nail polish to my toenails. "He hasn't said a single word to me."

I thought he was just holding some sort of superiority complex because he was the male lead role.

Misa giggled in response, "That's because you're taller than him, Akemi-chan! He's intimidated by you! He only left Misa alone when you came over!"

Glancing up, I noticed how pleased she looked with herself. She leaned towards me, holding the container of polish so it wouldn't tip at the shift in weight. I couldn't help but put a little more distance between up, but of course, it didn't work.

She pressed her lips lightly against my cheek before pulling back. "That color looks really good on you!"

I smiled at her shyly, feeling my face heat up for the umpteenth time. I felt a burning sensation at the back of my head and turned to look into two golden, piercing eyes.

Could demon's read minds? Because even though Rem didn't speak a word to me, I knew that she had found out my secret.

"Do you love Misa?"

My grip loosened and the bowl I was holding clattered down onto the kitchen floor. I spun around, startled at how close the demon was.

"R-Rem?"

I spoke the demon's foreign name for the first time, clutching the kitchen counter behind me to keep my balance. She stared at me expectantly, making no movement to close me in or to allow me to escape.

The silence became almost deafening. I swallowed hard, glancing everywhere but at the demon's eyes.

"You do."

Any hope I had of getting out of this situation vanished, and with it my breath.

"Humans are so strange. I thought this kind of relationship was forbidden."

But it is forbidden.

"Misa does not know. She is an oblivious child, but she is good. Please take care of her."

When Misa came into the kitchen to check on the food, she found me cleaning up the spilled rice with nothing but my bare hands.

Hey all! I'm weak to the gay, and also to the feedback I've received on this already! Both here and on AO3. I wrote this up over the last few days and I think I'm gonna end it here, hopefully! So basically a two parter. c:

I absolutely adore Rinne, and I've already made fanart of her myself and finally got to describe her here in some portions! She's tall and cute, but barely on the cusp of a model, I think. Just pretty enough to make it in, but no where near the beauty that she sees Misa as being!

Just a quick word: None of these incidents really align, they're not all well thought out, especially the before and after of the confinement. This is my "i'm having fun so it doesn't even matter" writing! So if there are inconsistencies with some of the plot or timeline, I don't mind at all, because I'm just having fun and writing what I wanna write for now!

Thanks for enjoying this, I probably won't be writing anymore of these two unless I absolutely cannot resist or get a great idea for more situations or one-shots! But thank you all for your feedback and reviews/favorites/follows! You're all so super sweet! Go spread the love of femaleOCxfemale fandom character elsewhere now!