Chapter 6:
Misa was glad L was so easy to find in a crowd. His teased, fluffy black hair that set him apart from the more sleek looking students reminded her of Robert Smith. She couldn't help but feel as if she were floating. Her slender, petite body slinked past others to get to where L was.
"Ryuzaki!" She exclaimed as she went in for a hug.
Her vice grip hugs were always stronger than he'd ever expect such a small girl to be capable of. His left arm remained restricted in her grasp as he nibbled on his right thumb. Lowering his head down, he replied "Did you pick up on anything?"
"Uh, not much. But he was holding this weird notebook in such a protective manner. Maybe it was just his diary or something."
"Or maybe he doesn't want you looking at his notes."
Misa headbutted him lightly. "Hey! Don't be like that!"
Underneath that seemingly stoic, deductive face of his, L felt as if shards of glass were stabbing his heart. It was ever since that morning when Misa agreed to go on a date with Light.
He stared at the hair-clip that decorated the sugar castle he made as he crouched across from it, sipping tea. The tea was bitter and unpleasant, similar to the feelings of inferiority he now felt. He sighed and reached over to the castle, almost destroying it's beauty just to sweeten his drink.
A black notebook fluttered through the air like a butterfly and fell on the counter of her vanity. Misa became startled when it knocked some of her cosmetics onto the floor and turned to face the issue.
It was beautiful, fully to her aesthetics. Black, petite, pretty font… Misa opened it up to see these rules imprinted into the page.
"The human whose name is written in this note shall die."
Misa furrowed her eyebrows and examined the book even more until she felt a tall figure loom over her and touch her shoulder. She turned over. "Ryuzaki-"
Misa screeched when she saw a tall, skeletal woman with white and lilac hair. "Who are you?! Are you some kind of angel?! Or demon?!"
"I'm a shinigami."
Misa blinked with relief, feeling impressed. "So cool…"
Rem furrowed her eyebrows at the sudden lack of fear in the girl's eyes. She then looked around the bedroom. The girl must have had an obsession with death. A coffin shaped purse. Skull decorations and accessories. An entire wardrobe that would suit a funeral perfectly.
"Can I use this thing as an accessory? It's cool looking."
Rem shrugged. "It's "yours" now. You touched it."
"Hey! I don't have cooties, you can have it back!"
"I am curious to see what you'd do with it."
Misa shifted her eyes and sighed. "I'm working on a case with this detective."
"Yes? Do you want him dead?"
"No! I love him! I owe him my life! I'd do anything for him. I'd even kill for him."
"Okay. Then what's your point?"
"Will this be useful in catching the criminal we have our eyes on?"
"It's a possibility."