PROLOGUE to Part II
His job had taught him to find a woman's most sensitive areas first off. That was the key to ensure a better interaction, thus promising you higher pay. It was simple. So much of his job was.
When he had first been approached on the street by L, he had thought it would simply have to do with sex. And to a teenage boy, orphaned and desperate for money, that sounded fine.
But soon, he learned that his profession was a series of cold, clinical formulas and equations. Even in bed with a client, sweat sticking your hair to the back of your neck, forcing smiles and moans you weren't feeling, you were always thinking, always calculating.
This wasn't anything of the sort. Calculations? None. Formulas? Negative. Those natty little details? As if.
Her face was caught up in an expression of near rapture, eyes unfocused, lips parted, sweat running down her brow. He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder, tongue sliding across the hollow of her collarbone.
"Mello–ah!"
Gently, he slid a hand forward and began undoing the buttons of her shirt. With every button more skin was revealed, more scars and bruises. If Light had written his name on her body, his lechery could not have been more apparent.
There–the bra. One of those damn confounding contraptions. Hers was lacy, coated with ribbons and sequins and so...so Misa.
His fingers pried at the clasp in the back, and he unhooked it, sliding the thing off her chest and tossing it aside.
Her arms flew up reflexively and she crossed her arms over her bare chest. "Wait...don't. Not yet."
...
"I'm sorry, Mello." She looked down at her hands. "Please don't be mad at me."
"Who says I'm mad?" Sure, his hormones were a little annoyed, but not at her, necessarily. After what had happened to her, it was reasonable for her to be more than a little hesitant.
Quickly, she began redoing her shirt and bra. He brushed damp sand out of his hair and shook out his bandaged hand.
"We have to get to Rico's," she murmured, flipping the phone open. "I'll call us another cab. I've got his address."
...
There was still sand on Misa's clothes as she settled next to him in the backseat of the cab. She gnawed on her lip and stopped herself from glancing at Mello again. He was staring out the cab window, a frown on his lips and a flush on his cheeks.
Was he angry?
Maybe a little. But it was understandable, right? She'd gotten him all hot and bothered and then dumped him on his ass.
She felt so stupid and embarrassed...so much like a ...
Virgin.
That was the right word for it. She felt like a virgin.
And why was she supposed to feel that way? She'd already lost her virginity, or maybe just had it yanked away.
Did it matter, anyways? Mello wasn't the kind of guy who'd be into her. He would like bad girls, women with a dark side.
Like him. He had a definite dark side.
And part of that was her fault.
Maybe all of it. Who knew?
...
The restaurant was hot and stuffy. The waiters were idiots, their Merlot tasted like a glass of shit, and Weddy kept bumping her foot against mine.
"Whatsa matter, Light?" she crooned, poofing her lips out in that idiotic way girls flirted.
I downed my wine. "Nothing. Just a bit warm in here." Ryuk chuckled from where he hovered over my shoulder. I shot him what I hoped was a discreet glare.
She grinned and pushed her plate aside. "We could leave, then...go back to the hotel, maybe."
Oh, God no. Not this. I refilled my glass. "I'm not in the mood for that right now," I informed her.
Her mascaraed eyes widened in mock hurt. I felt like slapping her. Put away that useless façade of yours. You're acting like a child.
Ryuk accidentallyonpurpose elbowed me just above my shirt's chest pocket, where I had a folded up piece of the Death Note. I scowled into my wine and shook my head a little bit. No time for that, not tonight and not in public.
He copied Weddy's pout perfectly.
Misa hadn't acted like a child.
Well, she had, but in a completely different way,
All of the fun had gone out of the chase as soon as me and Weddy had finished our first date. Even sex was as flat as cardboard.
There was none of the primal, predatory essence that was capturing your target. I'd captured mine, and I was sick of her.
And now I had a new one, so young and bright and full of something.
Something I wanted for myself.
From the first time I had seen her I had known there was that something, that something that would go with my plans.
But would she join me?
Or would she refuse to be by my side, and to doctor the world?
A/N: YEEES! ANOTHER CHAPTER UP! And, as promised, Light's POV.
So, you're probably wondering about the whole thing about Ryuk, right?
Well, hold your horsies. All of that will be explained.
MELLO: WHY DIDN'T I GET LAID?
MISA: WHY WAS I BEING SUCH A PUSSY?
WEDDY: WHY AM I DATING LIGHT?
MATT: WHERE HAVE I GOOOONE?
ELLE: Please don't be mad, Matt. Here, have a cigarette. And for all of you, remember: one review per chapter AT A MINIMUM or I won't keep writing this. Much love!