Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note but Athala is mine.
Removal
Misa stood herself up, her hair now entirely washed and dried. It was nearing sunset now, so Light wouldn't be home from work for a few hours.
The sun was still high enough in the sky to cast a shadow into the room and Misa looked down at her own. "A shadow can easily be the best part of a person," she said aloud to nobody, jealous of her shadow, silly as it sounds. It was beautiful, without any of the scars and fear that Misa had accepted were now part of her life. And her shadow could hide from Light. He never beat the shadow. He never raped the shadow.
"Better now?" Athala peeked into the room, causing Misa to jump a bit.
"A little..." Misa replied sadly, glancing down at that first scar that Light had given her. The scars were always on her arms. The bruises were everywhere. Misa had accepted them.
"I don't know what I can do for you, Misa. I remember when you were a smiling, happy girl. When there was no fear in your eyes. When there was no anger," Athala smiled sadly, the smile of a pitiful woman who had resigned herself to her fate.
A spider scurried across the bathroom's linoleum floor and Misa stomped on the thing with her bare foot, smearing it across the floor. Why should Light be any different than that bug? she asked herself bitterly. Well, he's not. He's gonna come home tonight. He's gonna be drunk. And tonight's gonna go better than he can imagine.
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She smirked inwardly, even though she had no confidence, as Light stepped through the threshold of the house. He's bigger than the spider, Misa pointed out like one would the color of another's shirt. But then again, that spider wasn't a dick-head.
"Girl, Misa," he slurred, drunkenly. "Get those pants off, now."
"No."
Athala dropped one of the plates she was washing. Luckily for her, it had been plastic. Her eyes were wide and alert, confused and prepared.
"I said," Light repeated himself. "Get those pants off."
"And I said no," Misa replied, defiantly.
"Girl, do you know how much you're gonna hurt after this night?"
"Actually, I think I do," she said matter-of-factly.
Light swung a fist at her, but in his drunken state, he was about as threatening to her as a roll of toilet paper. She dodged easily and delivered a kick to his ribcage. It didn't look like it would do much damage, but it did knock Light onto the floor. She slipped on a pair of Athala's shoes and left.
"My...God..." Light gasped from the floor.
"Don't worry, Athala can fix anything," Misa smiled, and for once it was a real smile, as she closed the door. "Free at last."