Note: Sorry, I had left this fic behind for a while, but here's chapter 5 (and probably the next chapters soon!)
Congratulations to Kyoko Keehl, snappygirl, MysticalTears, Mello aka HeavenCat and angellovedark, who guessed right: it's Misa's turn to die muahahaha! The oneshots I promised will be written with a delay, but I wanted to post this chapter now anyway, so please be patient!
And sorry for the chihuahua lovers... hehehe ^^
The girl was jumpy today: the Lucky Packs she had ordered by Baby The Stars Shine Bright, the famous japanese gothic lolita brand, would arrive soon. How impatient she was! She would be all pretty tonight for her date with Liiiiight-chaaaaaaaaaaan! (who was still bathing in bloody water in a fountain, but that's another story...)
The postman rang to her door, and she ran (as much as you can run with tiny high heels pink fluffy sleepers on your feet) to open it, squealing at the sight of the man with huge pink packages in his arms. She almost tripped him when she grabbed the long awaited order, slamming the door shut to the nose of the poor guy who felt like he just had been hit by a tsunami. A very strange, frilly, lacy, furry tsunami. Yes, Misa was as much of an animal lover than Halle and Kiyomi Takada: she loved them dead and in clothes shape.
The postman was used to have furry things jumping on him when he delivered mail, but it was usually dogs, not bitches (pun intended). He sighed, and left, rubbing his painful ears. Misa's voice is classified as number two on the list of the most noisy things in the world with 110db registered at its highest pitch (and the first ones are planes with 120db).
Scratch. The first layer of plastic is ripped open. Scratch. The second layer too.
A black and pink skirt. Black overknee socks. A pink cutsew. A black hoodie with rabbit ears. Pink headbows. Black bloomers with pink lace.
Misa-Misa was happy-happy!
She quickly got rid of what she was wearing, which didn't take much time since she was always half naked, and tried her new outfit on.
Once she was fully dressed (well, if you can call that fully dressed since half of her boobs were showing off, along with most of her thighs), she rummaged in her shoes stock to find the adequate ones, and walked in front of her mirror to look at herself.
And, at the sight of her cute (well, cute at her eyes, but you know what it is, you can dress a chihuahua with the prettiest doggy dress, it's still an ugly thing with big ears and protruding eyes which breath smells of dog food... and strangely, most people thought that Misa talking and a chihuahua barking were really alike), Misa squealed even louder, and BLING!
The mirror exploded like a window with the voice of a castafiore.
A sharp piece flew through the space separating the broken glass and the gothic lolita, ripping her throat open.
So much for the cute outfit, stained with blood and that the cleaning maid wouldn't even be able to resell on egl_comm_sales on Livejournal, what a pity...
Matt was laughing his ass off.
"Mello, you shouldn't have made her bleed on her clothes, so you could have stolen them and cross dressed for me." he pouted cutely, looking at his boyfriend.
"Matt, you're sick. If one of us should wear a dress someday, that surely won't be me." Mello grinned, as he thought of Matt dressed in Baby The Stars Shine Bright. Oh yeah, that would be... kinky.
"Ok, my turn!" Matt chuckled at the idea that just stroke him...