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 3:

Time For a Revelation

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Misa awoke to the smell of bacon wafting throughout the room. Her mouth watered, she could already taste the greasy goodness called bacon. She rose from her bed a followed the delectable sent coming from the kitchen. She walked in to see Mello setting up the table. He noticed her entrance. "Good mourning, Misa. I hope you like bacon and mashed potatoes." The blond girl stretched. "Yeah, thank you, Mello. Were going to have to take turns cooking sometime." He put three pieces of bacon on his plate and hers. Mello's never cooked like this for anyone before. But she just seems so different from everyone else he's ever been around. It'd been years since that though. In the midst of his thoughts Misa had already placed the mashed potatoes on both of their plates for him.

Normally, Misa would have dived into that bacon and mashed potatoes in a heart beat since not having been near something so amazingly tasty is such a long time. But she seemed to care what Mello would think of her. So she didn't and ate like any other human would. "Did you sleep well?" Misa nodded in response with a smile upon her face.

She tried to converse with Mello a bit but he seemed a bit out of it. He did say a few things here or there. Then she remembered last night. It felt like a gentle dream. But by the way Mello was acting, it didn't seem to appear one. He mostly fiddled with his food or just sat there. Misa on the other hand, didn't want to turn down his hospitality, even though she felt like a bunch of butterflies were in the pit of her stomach. In the middist of there breakfast he pulled out a chocolate bar and munched on it. It was pretty much a silent breakfast.

"I'll clean the table." Misa tried to lighten the mood with a smile and a cheerful attitude. "Okay." Mello left the room in a rush and sat himself upon a brown leather loveseat. He lowered his head, causing his hair to hide his blue eyes from any passers, as if there were any, the ground almost seemed to be his main focus. But of course it wasn't. Anybody that knew Mello would know that.

As soon as Misa entered the room he got out of his mopping position and tried to sit regularly. He succeeded at keeping a cool look. Any member of the mafia would consider knowing how to do that. It' becomes common since. His blond roommate took the seat next to him. She folded her hands together on her lap. She kept a calm look as well. But she wasn't so good at hiding it. Misa Misa may have been an actress but that doesn't outdo his mafia experience.

Mello sighed and cursed to himself. Emotions were his weakness.

His warm lips roughly pressed against her own. The shock felt as if someone had just dunked her into ice cold water. Almost as if she had been rejuvenated, a breath of fresh air. She didn't think, she couldn't think. His touch felt like more and more happiness spread through out her body with every more caress of his lips against her own. Gentle hands found themselves onto her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

As time grew on, so did the passion. His kiss grew more possessive by every moment. Her body pressed tightly against tight leather on his body. She couldn't stop, she didn't want to stop. What has come over herself with such a power? Kisses were placed upon her neck and collar bone. Not a single word escaped her lips. Almost as if she had no idea what speech was.

And then it hit him, he always let his emotions get the better of him.

Misa was flung out of her rapture to the other side of the couch. Did she do something wrong? Mello garbed a trench coat, a hat hanging off of a coat hanger, he pulled a chain of a few keys out of his pocket, and headed swiftly out of the door. There was no time for her to even make a comment. She heard the clicking sound of the door locking soon after his departure.

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He always denied his one weakness. To everyone that truly knew him it was as plain as day. But he couldn't deny this.

Mello paced through the snow covered alley. His hands in his pockets, his hat tipped toward the the cold concreted roads, shielding his eyes to all passersby. Normally, he would go out with a black wig and contacts in addition to this wardrobe. He didn't wear it much, anyone walking through a place like Wallmart wearing a trench coat and a hat would seem like a shady character. But today was different, very different.

It was just a normal day for him. He still had to buy food once a week, he was still human after all. But on his way home he couldn't believe what appeared out of the blue in that dark alley. A woman huddled to the ground terrified, with a rather familiar voice. Mello never forgets a name, a face, a voice, anything. But he couldn't help but feel surprised to stubble upon Misa Amane. He knew right away, weather she was still on that bustard Light Yagami's side or not, her value still left him a great opportunity. Kira was probably done with her, but she still held valuable information that would assist in his plan. And maybe even if he was lucky, an assistant. He remembered his first reaction to her. "Could it be this unbelievably stupid girl?" Other than that, she seemed so lighthearted. In other words, a care free, sweet person who was confident in their talents. But he wouldn't call her down to earth. With the way her connection to Light Yagami seems, shes far from it.

But she could laugh this laugh that would brighten up the whole room. The energy she had seemed endless, like fatigue wasn't even an option. Her bubbly attitude seemed so tough to kill. He had never seen her without it. Until now. But he couldn't help but think, maybe she's just another sleeping beauty.

He walked for another hour pondering over the ex-model.

He knew he had felt something for her. Mello told himself it had to be hormones.

Another hour flew by.

Mihael Keehl halted and let out a sigh. Maybe Near was right. He always let his emotions get the better of him. But he just couldn't give a damn.

Once again, another hour flew by.

Mello hit the final stage. Acceptance. Well, sort of. He never admits defeat.

If she was going to be his, then by damn he was going to make her a hell of a woman. He knew it was not going to be cheap though. A mischievous smirk appear upon his half scared face.

Thank god for identity theft.

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Had Misa done something wrong? She had already cried for over an hour. Over time her crying squeaks grew hushed and she drew her attention to the ceiling fan with a depressing gaze. She focused her attention on one specific fan on the fan on the ceiling. Her eyes followed its every movement. Misa stuck her hand on her forehead. She felt dizzy, but didn't care.

Thud!

The door was slammed open so loudly it could wake the dead. It was so sudden it had scared her so bad that she had now fallen off of the couch and her face was then greeted by the floor. "Get up, Misa." She sat up slowly and checked if her nose was bleeding. Nope, everything still intact."Mello, I'm so-" Before she could finish her sentence she felt many shopping bags on top of her.

"I know what your about to say, just forget it and open the damn bags." Misa did what he said, he seemed so stern. To her surprise, they were filled with all sorts of clothes, shoes, and accessories. But these thing were not of the Lolita fashion as she was so accustomed to dressing. Short black skirts, black high heeled boots, a few different colored stilettos, and most of all leather. Almost everything was leather and tight. Not everything was black or leather but most of it was. She read the price tags. They were in American currency. The cheapest thing being $100, while the highest $5,000. It made her feel faint, her mouth was a gape. Lolita isn't even that much. All of it was name brand and the most expensive name brands at that. Dior, Shanel, Gucci, and a few other brands she didn't know or couldn't understand, some of the tags were in French.

"Thank you, Mello." Misa couldn't hold back her smile. It had been so long since she had something so nice. "Yeah, yeah. Now go take a shower and get changed. It's almost 10:30 pm you know." With a nod she grabbed one of the bags and headed inside the bathroom and closed the door behind her. The bathroom had blue floor tile with plain white walls, nothing impressive. But the sink and tub seemed past their prime. Rust adorned their nobs. At least everything seemed clean.

Misa turned the rusty nobs on, stuck her palm under the water till it got warm enough for her liking, turned on the shower, and then stepped inside.

As the hot droplets of water wash over her body she let herself drift into thought. She smiled today. Something that never happened much. Maybe Misa Misa was starting to come back. No, she changed that thought. She would never be the old Misa again. She's dead to herself and everyone else that's ever known her. Misa would be something similar, she's getting older now.

After she washing her hair and the rest of herself she stepped out of the shower. Misa opened the bag to take out some nightwear. The first thing she pulled out, lansurae. Misa tossed it aside and reach in the bag. Lansurae. The blond haired girl sighed. "What a pervert." She thought to herself. Before she knew it she had half of her body inside the bag searching for something at least remotely decent to wear. Misa kept searching, lansurae, lansurae, again and again. To her avail she found nothing. Misa gave up and settled on something a simple black with only a little lace. But my god did it show cleavage. But what lansurae didn't? Really now.

She took out a brush that was on the shelf and began to brush her hair. Mello didn't buy Misa her own brush. What did he expect her to do? Use her fingers?

The reality hit her once again. She remembered what awaited her outside of the bathroom. The boy she had shared a kiss with. And liked it. A slight blush swept across her face. Her conscience stabbed her. "Okay, maybe it was a bit more than just a kiss." She admitted to herself. Her blush had yet to cease. Misa told herself to pull it together. Misa thought to herself. Being a once known famious model, she had been through more difficult things... Maybe....

Misa misa Mentally slapped herself, packed up the rest of her lansurae and headed out the door. "Thank you for letting me use the shower Mello." Mello was sitting on the couch, eating another unwrapped chacolate bar. "You live here now, you can use it anytime you want." Mello mentally rolled his eyes. "How many times am I going to have to tell her that?" But that didn't really bother him. But unlike himself she cared. That's why he wasn't bothered.

Mell dimmed the lights for another night and sat himself on the bed. "Well, aren't you joining me?" Misa nodded, layed herself on the bed, colsed her eyes and drifted off.

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My Retarded Comments

Sorry for the long update. Things happened and I will admit my laziness. But I still didn't forget about this story and I plan to finish it. At least theres a lot of big paragraphs in this chapter. There's a few things I wish I could have changed what I've written in this story but it's to late now. Oh, well. On with the Fan Fiction.

Thank you, to all of my reviewers!