Looking Through The Glass
By: Light's Bright
MelloxMisa,
Mello lived, Misa came to her senses... sort of, and Light won. It's 5 years later and the world is now forced to behold the glory of god. But if Light is God, then who is Jesus? Might have a few lemons. Depends if I get reviews.
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Chapter 2:
Adam and Eve
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Misa awoke from her slumber and rolled over, trying to pretend that she was still asleep. Sleep was so comforting, it protected her from the nightmare everyone called her life. Though, it's not like she doesn't have nightmares in her dream state, also. Unfortunately, she wasn't fooling anyone with her false slumber, especially not her new captor. Her rolling was probably a bit too lively.
"I know you're awake, Amane." She didn't respond, and remained still. Maybe it was just a test. "Amane, just lying there isn't fooling me." Or maybe not.
Misa opened her eyes hesitantly. Before her stood a blond young man with a nasty burn scar on the right side of his face. Although, oddly enough, it seemed to compliment him. He wore black leather everywhere, except on his jacket, which was red leather with a white fuzzy rim on the hood. She couldn't help but stare. After all, this was the closest she had ever been to another human in years. "I'll assume you have many questions". He said, deciding to ignore her staring.
As a result of his comment Misa snapped out of her daze with a blush slightly adorning her cheeks. "He must have thought I was checking him out or something." He continued to talk. "Now, I bet-"
"Who are you?! Are you trying to kill me or something?! Where am I?!" She interrupted, the questions flying from her mouth. Why wasn't he surprised? He was going to have to try to get used to her unique personality if he was going to go through with his plan. Unique, that's a nice word for it. The blond boy sighed.
"I'm Mello. No, I don't mean you any harm unless you give me a reason to. Currently, you're at my humble abode." Misa just blinked for a bit, adjusting to her surroundings. 'Humble abode? It's not five star, but at least its not as dumpy as my old place.' Her old place was all concrete everywhere. An abandoned shoe factory. His had a surprisingly nice red carpeting, although the walls were white with a few cracks. There were no windows. It seemed to be underground. At least he had some okay looking furniture.
"As you, see the place could use some finishing touches." It was sarcasm, but neither of them laughed.
He decided to cut to the chase. "We're both all that's left."
"No were not, theres-" This time he interrupted her. "Just let me finish. I thought you were dead, but it seems thats not the case. I know who you are. Kira would have already have killed you if he knew you were alive. I don't how you did it..." It wouldn't hurt to tell him, since it wasn't like he could kill her either way.
"It was a rigged car crash. It was planned out by somebody who went by N. That's about all I know." A slight smirk appeared on his face. It puzzled Misa, but she didn't ask about it.
"I faked my own death as well. They think I burned to death with Kiyomi Takada. But I shot her and burned the building down with a dummy's body of myself inside." Her face lit up. "You killed that bitch Takada?! You're awesome!" She sprang up from his bed, ran to him, and gave him a joyful hug. Never having been hugged before, Mello blushed slightly, hugging her back. He didn't know what to say. It was a good thing and a bad thing.
"We both don't have anyone else to live for. Kira hates us both. So I thought we should survive through this with each other." She turned her face up from his chest and smiled at him.
"I'm so happy to see another person. Seeing just Matsuda all the time kinda became dulls-vile every now and then."
The look on his face suddenly turned a bit solemn. "Matsuda's dead. Kira found him." Now she looked as if all of her life was sucked out of her. She buried her pretty head into his chest and cried.
Mello didn't seem sure of how to comfort her. He was the 'take it all out with anger' type. So he just stroked her hair. "You're not alone." That was about all he could think of saying.
The crying went on for a while until Misa could finally calm down.
"I'm living with you now, right?" She asked, sniffling a bit.
"Yes, Amane."
"Please, just call me Misa." Misa gave complete disregard to the fact arms that Mello had wrapped around her, and broke away from him. As soon as he relinquished his hold on her, the girl took a seat on the floor right where she stood. He gave her an odd look.
"You're welcome to sit anywhere you want." Once again she took a seat upon the bed. Mello left the room, came back with a glass of water, handed it to his new roommate and joined her on the bed.
While Misa took a sip of her water the blond boy reached from his pocket and took out a chocolate bar. Misa stared. She hadn't had something so sweet in five years. After a few bites of the delectable bar of chocolaty goodness he noticed her stare. "Can I help you?" She went from the bar of chocolate to his face. "Can I have some?"
He replied without hesitation. "No." He took another bite. "The door on your left is the kitchen. I just got groceries. You can go pick through something in there. Just remember the chocolate bars are mine." Misa got up from her spot on the bed and went to her right into the kitchen. There were blue tiles on the musty floor. The wallpaper matched with a blue, white, diamond pattern. Of course it had a few rips here and there, and looked rather worn. There was a white fridge, sink, cupboards, and a counter. The stove seemed a bit old fashioned, but so did the dining table and chairs. Misa went straight to the fridge.
Milk, no. Grapes, no. Apples, no. Cherries? Why not? Misa grabbed the bowl full of cherries and headed back to the living area.
For awhile they just sat there in silence.
"I know how you feel, Misa. Because of Kira my best friend was shot to pieces and my Idol was murdered as well."
"Who was your idol?" Misa asked, her tone sympathetic.
"L. Where I was raised, I was taught to be just like him. But I failed. Although, I haven't given up yet." Why was he spilling his guts out to this ditzy girl? The world may never know.
"What do you mean you failed? You're alive and hes dead. You survived Kira." Misa set the bowl of cherries down on the ground beside her.
"I was second in line to be his successor. The boy you know as N was the one ahead of me." She put her hands on her lap.
"But you lived and they died."
"I went into hiding, I'm no better." It was too soon for her to know his plan yet. Mello finally took his jacket off and set it beside himself. Misa couldn't help but blush. He may have some scarring but it didn't insult his body. He looked rather... attractive. The tight leather didn't do any help making her blush go away, either. "Near was always better than me..." The sudden admission caused Misa to awaken from the fantasy daze Mello had inspired. "In everything we did, I was always second best." Mello thought he must have seemed like mister sensitivity right now, but he had never felt so comfortable in front of another person before.
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Mikami came bursting into Light Yagami's office. Light spun around from his computer and turned to him. "Whats with the rudeness, Mikami?" The first Kira did not look like a happy camper about Mikami's actions. Mikami bowed to him out of apology and respect. "There has been word around the streets that Misa Amane's been sighted in the Nagoya region."
He wasn't surprised. There were two bodies found in that crash of theirs, two of them. If Matsuda faked his death then Misa had to have faked hers as well. "She probably was living with Matsuda and went looking for him. When did these rumors start?"
"About a week or so after Matsuda's death." He knew Misa was too stupid to make it on her own. "I don't think shes much of a threat on her own, but keep your eyes and ears open for me Mikami." Light didn't seem the least bit worried. She won't last long, but he still could be wrong...
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"Wait, if you were raised in an orphanage in England for the smartest orphans from around the world, then where are you really from, Mello?" Misa asked, pushing some of her hair behind her ear.
"I'm full German. They found me when I was four." The blond girl perked up.
"I can speak a little German!"
"Really?" "Heck yeah! I'm going to fünf you up!" Mello just smirked at her while she giggled.
Maybe living with Mello won't be half bad, Misa thought to herself. He was pretty hot, after all. She felt herself blush at the thought. The Light she knew seemed dead to her, but could she be forming feelings for this guy? Maybe it was about time Misa Misa moved on. Misa Misa. That nickname hadn't crossed her mind in such a long time. Misa smiled to herself. Mello gave her an odd look. "What are you smiling about?" She looked him in the eyes, the smile unwavering on her face.
"You."
Mello grabbed Misa's hand gently and held it. Her blush grew, but she didn't do anything to stop him. She placed her hand on her chest where her heart beat. It was racing. Before she knew it she had thoughts of just leaning over him and kissing him. Thoughts she used to only have of Light Yagami. It felt like it had been a million years since she had this feeling, but something was different about it this time.
They just sat there holding hands for about an hour.
The young blond boy broke the ice. "I hate to tell you but there's only one bed here. Is it okay with you if we share?"
She nodded in response. There was only one bed at her old place as well, but she always gave Matsu the floor. She was a bit selfish. Maybe they should have taken turns, but unfortunately it was too late for that now.
A yawn escaped Misa's lips. She looked at the clock on the wall. It was eleven o'clock pm. She glanced at Mello. He didn't seem to show any signs of growing tired, despite the late hour.
"You can sleep if you want."
"Thank you, Mello. Goodnight" He got up from the bed and dimmed the lights down for her. She got under the covers, rolled to her left side facing the wall and closed her eyes. It finally felt good to be in a real bed. Her old one was a piece of junk. Just as she was about to drift off into sleep, she felt lips gently gracing her own. A hand was caressing her hip. But before she knew it, it was gone, and she felt another body join her in the bed.
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My Retarded Comments!
I can not believe I just wrote all of this in one and a half days. This is what happens when your bored people. Well, to me at the least. I stole the fünf joke from my old German teacher. XD I researched Mello's full name and it seems to be German. So I'm going to have to say it probably is most likely he's German. Misa's also a small minor plant the goes around the sun by the way.
Thank you again to my beta biawutnow!