To Catch a Killer

By: KitKat411

Author's Notes: Hola, amigos! Half of my finals are over!!! Spanish, English, and History!! Wahoo. Unfortunately, I still have Algebra II/Trig, Physics, and Chemistry left before I'm done.

Yes, I am taking two science classes. Be jealous, yo. Be very jealous. :---)

Anyway, that should explain the shortness of this chapter. But never fear, longer chapters will soon be here!

Ha ha. That rhymes. But seriously, as soon as finals are over-and more reviews come my way on ALL my stories GLARE-there shall be longer chapters!

Also, Rem makes a VERY SUBTLE appearance. E-Cookies to the person who guesses where she is. Also I don't remember how Misa's parents died, so I made it up. Go with it; it makes sense.

Toodles, ya'll!

PS. TBP- Thanks for the heads-up about "…". Also, I tried to add more detail in this chapter. But thanks for the help, and I'm glad you liked it!

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"What about this one? Do you like this skirt?"

Hilary peered at the loincloth masquerading as a skirt before her. No, she didn't like that skirt. In fact, Hilary hated it.

Hilary stood in Misa's room, surrounded by piles upon piles of loincloths. The room was large, spacious, and very, very, pink. Everything was pink-the curtains on the bay window, the vanity, and even the hardwood floor was tinged with a slight rose color. Hilary had never known any one who had dyed their floors before, not even at her old school. Misa was in possession of more pink things than a fairy princess.

In fact, Hilary thought, Misa reminded her of a princess. Blond hair, blue eyes, and her fetish with pink and heroes. Now, all Misa-Misa needed was a supernatural creature to follow her around and guard her.

But of course, things like "supernatural creatures" didn't exist.

"WHAT ABOUT THIS SKIRT?!!??!?!!?"

Hilary jumped back slightly as a mass of lace and angry girl jumped at her. Apparently, Misa did not take to being ignored.

"Ah. Well, Misa," Hilary started, trying to summon all the tact she possessed, "it isn't really my style."

"Nothing is your style, Miko-chan!" Misa shrieked.

Hilary sighed, still not used to being called "Miko." Luckily Misa had fallen for Hilary's lie also. After all, L/Ryuuzaki had introduced her as "Hilary."

"Well, Misa, I have style, you know."

"NO YOU DON'T!" Apparently, Misa was still angered over Hilary's dislike of Misa's clothing. "That's why Ryuuzaki told me to give you clothes, Miko-chan. You have no style! You are style-less, Miko!"

Hilary folded her arms across her chest, sulking. She wore a uniform every day, for Christ's sake. That was the entire point of a uniform-to prevent style.

"L told you to give me clothes because I don't have any with me. Not because I don't have style."

"Oh." Misa looked away and pulled out a new skirt. This one looked to be made of nothing but pink lace.

Sheer, see-through lace.

"No, Misa. That isn't my style either."

Now Misa looked glum. "Hilary-chan doesn't like Misa-Misa's clothes?"

Hilary sat down on Misa's bed, feeling the awkwardly soft down comforter overwhelm her. It was covered in pink lace, of course. "No, Misa," she said, trying to be nice. She didn't want to be fired on her first day, after all. "I like your clothes on you! You look pretty!"

Misa smiled at this comment, pleased.

"But do you have something a little more conservative, Misa? Maybe something longer? Without lace? Or pink?"

Misa looked thoughtful, mentally going through her clothing inventory.

Hilary sighed. This was getting her nowhere. "Well Misa?" She finally asked. "What do you normally wear when you see your parents?"

The overly perky look on Misa's face vanished. "I don't have parents, Hilary-chan."

Hilary furrowed her eyebrows. "What happened? What do you mean, 'no parents.'?"

"They were both killed." Misa said flatly. "They were stabbed and shot."

Hilary gasped, images of her mother's body resurfacing in her mind. Misa's parents were stabbed and shot? Was Misa lying to her? Hilary grabbed her locked and held it tightly, but nothing happened.

Misa was telling the truth.

So Hilary decided to share a little truth of her own. "That's why I'm here, too, Misa."

Misa turned her large blue eyes to Hilary's. "What do you mean, Hilary-chan?"

"My mother was stabbed and shot." Hilary's eyes unexpectedly filled with tears, and she mentally berated herself for showing such emotion.

Finally, after blinking back her tears, Hilary continued. "Anyway, that's why I'm here. I'm helping L-Ryuuzaki, I guess- to catch Kira. I want Kira to kill the man who eradicated my mother."

"Oh." Hilary noted Misa was being very quiet; very un-Misa-like. "Then what?"

"After my mother's killer is dead, you mean?" Hilary thought. "Then I will send Kira to jail, I suppose. Kira is a murderer; however justified he considers his actions to be. Justice must be served. Justice will prevail, no matter what the cost."

Misa stood up suddenly and Hilary noted a slight flash of anger in Misa's eyes. "Kira is not a murderer!" Misa shouted. "Misa-Misa loves Kira! Kira killed Misa's parent's killer! Kira is justice! Misa-Misa is forever in Kira's debt, and Miko-chan will be, too! Misa wants to help Kira create a perfect world!"

"Misa, Kira killed your parent's assassin?"

Misa nodded. "And Misa-Misa loves Kira for it."

Hilary thought in silence for another moment. Their parents had both been stabbed, and then shot. They both were her, they both wanted-no, needed-Kira's help, and they both wanted justice served, no matter how they wanted to achieve it.

"Damn it." Hilary swore quietly and to herself. Misa-Misa and she had a lot more in common than she'd originally thought. They were actually sharing a "moment."

Which is why, Hilary decided later, she finally put on the frilly thing Misa handed to her. The "dress" was still far too short, still covered in lace, and still not her style.

But at least it wasn't pink; it was black.

And besides, the two of them had had a "moment."