#95 Betrayal
Love. There wasn't a lot Misa didn't know about love.
She knew what it was to fall so far and so hard and so fast that it made her head spin. She knew what it was to want someone passionately and with the heat of a thousand suns and to love someone tenderly and warmly like a fireside on a cold day.
She knew why it was that women seemed to become more beautiful when they were in love, why the sun shone that little bit brighter and all aspects of life seemed to fall into place like a puzzle finally solved. She knew the words to all the love songs and sang them to herself, she wore roses in her hair and her heart on her sleeve.
And now she knew what it was to feel that heart smashed.
She stood before the wall-sized screen, eyes wide and body shaking. Someone to one side the task force eyed her nervously. Matsuda was speaking, trying to say something comforting, probably.
L was in the office chair before the screen, watching, impassive.
On the screen, Light, love of Misa's life, her one and only, the man she was planning her life around, was kissing someone. Someone not Misa.
That alone would have been enough. But there was more. The someone Light was kissing was emphatically not female.
Misa knew what kisses looked like between people who really loved one another. She was staring at one now, gigantic and soul-destroying in its intensity.
Light must have known the surveillance was still being conducted. Ryuk would have told him. He knew and he was doing this all the same.
Misa felt her hand clench into a fist.
Matsuda's hand rested on her shoulder, his kind voice cutting through her thoughts, "Misa, you shouldn't have to see this, I'll take you-"
"Shut up!" She snapped in a voice quite different to the perky pop-idol tones she used on a daily basis. This voice had ice in it.
Matsuda leapt back as if she'd bitten him.
Her heels, usually a playful 'clack clack' sound, stomped across the floor to L's chair. She seized the back and spun it around. L watched her with glassy eyes.
"You knew I was here! You knew and you still put… put this on!" she shrieked in the detective's face. "How could you?"
L blinked owlishly.
"Answer me you bastard!" The model screamed in L's face. He shrank back in the chair. From across the room Watari started to approach, keen to protect his ward. L lifted his hand to stop the man.
"It was important to the case." L answered.
Misa drew her hand back and slapped him, the noise seemed louder than it should have been. The impact left L's cheek burning red, and Misa's palm much the same.
"I'll never forgive you for this Ryuzaki!" she snapped coldly. "You broke my heart." She turned and began to click-clack her way back across the room.
"Misa," His voice stopped her at the door. She did not turn around.
L nursed his reddened cheek with one hand. In a ponderous tone he spoke, "I should have told you in a nicer way, yes, but it most certainly was not me who broke your heart."
Misa started. Her hand unclenched slightly.
That was true, it was Light who was to blame. Light who had taken her heart away, made her love him, and smashed it.
Light.
Light who would pay for doing this to her. Yes, she was vengeful, why the hell shouldn't she be? After all her life had thrown at her why shouldn't she make him wish he'd never hurt her like this?
She let out a sigh, turned slowly.
The task force shuddered at the smile that spread across her lips. Dark and wicked, something entirely unlike Misa. This was not the smile of a young girl in love. This was the smile of a femme fatale who would drain every drop of blood she found and make all mankind beg her for mercy.
"L," she began, in a voice edged with diamonds. "Light-kun is Kira, and I can prove it." she heard the shocked gasps and turned her sapphire glare on the task force men, especially Soichiro.
"Shut up! You all knew it, deep down, Light's Kira and I can prove it a hundred times over." She nodded to L, "And when he gets the death penalty…" her eyes flashed back to the image of the man she had loved.
"I want to see him fry." She growled.