Liar, Liar

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I'm bright, blonde, beautiful – a teen-queen fashion plate who stares out at the masses from magazine covers with air-brushed smiles pretending to be perfection.

You're cold, cruel, calculating – a super-genius who stares out at the masses from your bedroom window with that notebook in your hands pretending to be God.

We're not that different, you and I. And yes, I can see you scoff in my minds' eye even now ("stop being fanciful, Misa") but please, hear me out.

To be a model I've had to lie so many times. My face is smeared with make-up to emphasize my bright blue eyes, my pale pink lips, my high cheek-bones. My hair is pulled back with a brush and coiled up in the most complicated of manners. My figure is all smoothed out with state-of-the-art computer equipment.

Little girls look at my pictures in their silly, empty-headed magazines of what's 'hot' and what's 'not'. They see my pretty lies and they believe them. They believe thatMisa Misa is real, Misa Amane be damned. No, Misa Misa is beautiful and perfect and honourable. Certainly not the accomplice of a mass-murderer, at any rate. The perfect façade.

And you know what? That's just what you want, too.

You want people to believe in Kira, believe in your new world – and I do, I really do, you know – and believe that you're a God. You want everybody everywhere to believe you're perfect, some mass mind-poisoning technique much like my magazines, but on a much larger scale.

And, just like the little girls looking at my pictures, I look at you and think you are perfection, and I'd tell you so again and again because I've been taken in already.

When you hold me you don't mean it, when you say you love me you just love my eyes - my ability to kill - and when you kiss me it's cold and empty and oh-so-fake. And yet I hold onto these pretty lies because who am I to throw them back in your face and call you a hypocrite?

I love you, you know.

I love you and you don't love me but that's okay – it'll all be okay – and I don't even care if you lie to me because I lie to the world all the time. It's just part of my job, and I guess it's your job too – to create your perfect world, and in that way we are very much the same.

We're both terrible liars.

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a/n: fweh. i like misa and i decided to write random drabbly stuff about her and light. onesided, angsty misa/light is teh shizz.