Hey guys! This may or may not be the last update in a couple of weeks, because I'm heading off to college soon. I definitely won't abandon this story, though! No matter how long it's been, I ALWAYS see my stories through to the end!
Although this is sort of a collection, and not really a story...
Whatever. :P
I don't own Death Note.
Enjoy!
Chapter 6: Truth
Misa was a good observer, oh yes she was. She saw through peoples' lies. It was a special gift of hers, she knew. Not everyone could do it.
The way she read people, she had been told, was simply superb. It was part of her charm – she could meet a person and within a few minutes create an accurate mental profile of them. This allowed her to behave in exactly the right way to endear herself to that particular individual.
She was good at this. So when she glanced around the hotel room where the Kira investigation team was gathered, on the very day she was released from confinement, she could tell exactly what type of person each detective was.
Of course, she had already met her dearest Light, the love of her life. And his father, who, she had to admit, she was stilla little scared of. He should have been an actor, considering his recent performance in the car. But anyone who loved Light enough to even do something like that was okay in her book.
The man with the afro seemed stressed. Perhaps he had a family, and he didn't see them much because of his heavy workload. Or maybe he hadn't gotten much sleep lately. Probably both.
The tall, thick (but definitely not fat) one seemed… impassive, like nothing could faze him. He was clearly in his element, Misa decided. Probably wasn't a chatty person.
There was a young guy with floppy hair who seemed a little too happy when she walked into the room. Most likely a fan of hers, or just a sucker for a cute girl. Misa guessed that he was the "comic relief" one in the bunch. Every group had one. He probably wasn't the brightest bulb, or at least didn't show it very often. More likely impulsive than stupid. After all, he was a detective.
And Ryuzaki…
Misa didn't understand why the others seemed to find him so complicated. She could sum him up in one word:
PERVERT.
Why else would he have just handcuffed himself to her boyfriend?
"This is what you meant by being together 24 hours a day?" she asked disbelievingly.
"I'm not doing this because I want to," the pervert replied in a dull monotone.
Psh. Liar.
"Two guys chained together? Come on, anyone can see that you swing the other way, and this is clearly some weird fetish of yours… You were with Light at school, too!"
"I'm NOT doing this because I want to." Ah, a note of irritation in his voice. She'd clearly touched a nerve. Misa was never wrong, not when it came to something like this.
Giving her best model pout, she whined, "But Light belongs to me… how are we supposed to go on dates like this?"
He didn't even blink, the pervert. "The dates will naturally be with the three of us…"
Okay, that did it. "What the hell? I knew it! You ARE a pervert!" Ew! Being chained to her Light wasn't enough for him? He had to go and set up this… this THREESOME thing too? Ugh! Surely Light would never agree to –
"Misa, don't be so unreasonable."
Or maybe he would. Misa's inner self shrieked in outrage.
Not only was Ryuzaki a pervert, he was a brainwasher too! There was no way that Light would normally be so… agreeable to this!
Unless he was a pervert too.
"No! It's contagious! Ryuzaki, this is really enough!"
But wait.
If he was contagious…
….
Misa was in the shower for a long, long time. When she finally emerged, her skin was flushed pink all over.
Cleaning off pervert bacteria was serious business. But she was safe for now… until the pervert came around again.
Maybe there was some sort of vaccination that she could get.