We came in to loud music playing on the stereo. It ground against my skull the way only crappy techno could. I followed behind Matt. He was dressed in a handpicked outfit of L's: some bizarre fleecy vest, faded jeans, and a stripy shirt. I thought he looked like a candy cane and a sheep had sex inside an Old Navy, but I didn't tell him that. I didn't look much better, I guess. It was too hot for leather, I had mentioned before, but apparently, my pimp doesn't care about his employees' health concerns. L had decked me out in leather trousers (black), a leather vest (brown) and these retarded ninja boots (at this point, Elle flings her laptop across the room, wondering what in the hell made her write 'ninja boots'). I patted my pockets for a chocolate bar, but I had left my stash in my room.

"Shit," I mumbled.

Matt ignored me, rapping lightly on the door. A girl with really, really red lips and a pair of short shorts pulled it open.

Mmmm.

Short shorts.

"If it isn't the boys from Vega," she murmured seductively. Thrusting out a manicured hand, she introduced herself as Weddy. Matt gave her an enormous grin, but I shrugged past her.

There were fifteen or so girls crowded on the hotel's couches and chairs, all wearing slutty 'sleepover' outfits. Now, if I were a normal boy, I would be able to note the fact that this was basically an adolescent male's wet dream come true. But I was pissed off that I didn't have any chocolate, pissed off at the fact that there were so many giggles and stares, and ULTIMATELY pissed off at myself for still thinking about that lonely lady from this morning.

"Hey, girls," Matt called into the room. He pulled a cigarette box out of his pocket and slid one out. "Anybody got a light?"

About a dozen lighters popped into the air. He laughed. "Okay, okay, ladies. I pretty much figured you'd all have them, since you're all so smoking."

I groaned. "Matt, this is a chick's party, not a stand-up routine."

"Fine then." He took off his vest and flung it across the room. The girls squealed and cheered.

"Now," he announced. "It's time for a little atmospheric music."

More cheers. These girls, despite their tastiness, lacked a little something in the cerebellum. Matt didn't seem to care, though. He sauntered over to the CD player and browsed through the selection, muttering to himself.

At last, he held up a CD. "Sexy Back?"

"YEEEAAAAAAH!" The girls screeched.

"I need the bathroom," I mumbled, streaking out of the room as Matt began his dance.

"Misa, you remember I told you about my boyfriend Light, right?"

"Mm-hm."

"This is Light."

He was handsome. Devilishly so. Reddish brown hair fell over seductive, dark eyes. A charming smile.

"Misa Amane. Pleased to meet you."

"You too." He was at least half Japanese, I noticed as I shook his hand.

"Nobody told me you would be so beautiful."

"Shaddup, Light." Weddy whacked him with her handbag.

And now, all charm gone, he pinned me against the bathroom wall. His breathing was heavy, eyes wild as a panther. "Come on, Misa. You know you want it."

"I don't," I insisted. "Please…please let me go."

He laughed. Literally threw back his head and laughed. "Not so fast, Misa-Misa. You're wasting both of our time by putting up a fight."

I shuddered, centring two hands on his chest and giving a feeble push. He laughed again and shoved a hand up the hem of my blouse, fingers crawling upward towards my breasts.

"Light, NO!" I wailed, but his other hand flew up to clamp itself over my mouth. He pressed his hip against mine, nailing me against the cold, unforgiving plaster. My heart was thudding so quickly; the beats ran together into one long, horrible groan. I thrashed, but I knew it was no use. He was going to…

"Hey!" a voice snapped. "Didn't your mum ever teach you how to treat a lady?"

We both looked towards the open bathroom door. A tall, black-clad blond leaned against the doorframe, munching on a bar of chocolate. He had chin-length blond hair cut straight across in a sort of bob, and cold blue eyes that watched us with disinterest. There was something hauntingly handsome about the white planes of his face, but bitterness and anger radiated from his features.

Light stared at him for a long time. Then, slowly, he disengaged himself from me, whirling around and shoving past the blond.

I slid down the wall, hugging my knees to my chest and focusing on the mirrored bathroom tile. "Th-thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for."

"No," I argued weakly. "If you hadn't come in, he would have…"

"Listen, I just figured only one of you looked like you were enjoying yourself. Besides, it's never a turn-on to have someone's hand over your mouth."

I smiled faintly and forced myself to look into his eyes. "I'm Misa."

"Misa Amane?" His brow furrowed, as though he were trying to match me to someone or something.

"Yeah."

He studied me inexpressively for a few more seconds, and then turned away. "Well, nice to meet you, Miss Amane."

"Nice to meet you too…."

"Mello."

"Mello."

He chuckled without smiling and closed the door. I heard his footsteps thudding down the carpeted hallway, and let out a long, slow breath.

There was a knock at the door. "Are you still in here?" It was Hal.

"Um, I'm coming out!" I called back in a shaking voice, forcing myself to stand and open the door.

She beamed at me. "The strippers are so hot!"

"Strippers? As in plural?"

She nodded vigorously. "Matt and Mello."

Mello…was from Vega?

Of course. Stupid me. Why else would a boy be at this party?

A/N: They met! Yeeey! Hope you're enjoying the story so far. Thank you, reviewers! I promise lots of updates. 3