Chapter two- The contract.
Ryuuzaki L's mansion loomed darkly over tall, black gates. Misa was pleased to note they were in Gothic design. A small smile crossed her face quickly. "He has good taste," she decided.
The smile was now completely gone.
"Alistair, can we just get inside already? I want to meet my husband."
As soon as Misa was inside, she concluded two things. Ryuuzaki was rich and... creepy. There were paintings on the wall depicting gruesome images such as mutilated corpses and crime scenes.
She actually jumped when Watari came up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder. Then she screamed.
Somewhere in the house, L frowned, irritated that someone had broken his concentration on the blinking screen in front of him.
He sighed, crouching up straight. "She's here," he muttered under his breathe.
He got the untraceable telephone in one hand, while he pushed the intercom button with the other. "Hello, Misa Amane, or rather, L. I am Ryuuzaki, the man of the house and your husband. It's a pleasure."
He heard a sigh on the other end. "It's not meeting someone if there's no interaction," she pointed out stubbornly. "Tell me where you are and I'll meet you myself."
L blinked. Stubborn. He liked it! But on the other hand, that didn't bode well. Instead, he sent a breezy laugh her way. "No. You'll stay there. Watari has a contract I want you to sign."
L tongued a twizzler as he heard an angry huff on the other side. "Contract? What about?"
L rolled his eyes, biting a piece off. "Basic stuff that all marriages need to thrive. You know, singularity, leadership, that sort of stuff."
Misa scowled on her side of the line. "Right. I suppose love's not on your list?"
Ryuuzaki smirked snidely. "In due time," he promised bluntly. "First there are a few basic things I need from you."
Misa sighed. "I'm listening."
Ryuuzaki took his sweet time biting into another piece of twizzler before answering her. "I believe I mentioned singularity? Yeah, that boyfriend of your's- what's his name Yagami's- gotta go. No hard feelings meant. Let me just say I get rather jealous easily. It's a precaution, really."
"So I figured," was what she left it at.
On his side, L gave a breezy smile. "Second, leadership in this marriage goes to me. I make decisions, you follow them."
She shook her head, rolling her eyes. "That's not how that's gonna go down," she growled. "I'll make the decisions, thank you."
Ryuuzaki shook his head. "That's not how it works, Love. Husbands must be obeyed by wives. That's just how it goes," he said mildly.
Misa shook her head stubbornly. "Screw that! Misa Misa makes her own rules. She does not follow anyone else's."
"Interesting. You gave me a harder time with this than the Yagami issue. I wonder why."
Misa glared straight at the intercom as though she could set him on fire by doing so. Finally, she shrugged and gave in. "Publicity stunt. Misa Misa must always have a cute boyfriend."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, you're so cute," he teased mockingly from the safety of his control room. "You have a perfectly good husband, so no boyfriends. And that being said, that perfectly good husband is in perfectly good mental health and mind. So all decisions are mine to make."
Misa stomped her foot in frustration, much like a child throwing a tantrum. She suddenly calmed down. "Fine. Is that all? Or do you wish to torment me further with your voice?"
L laughed again. "I'm not quite sure I heard all that, but I think it's the latter, Love."
Misa pressed her lips together, thinking. "What's with you and your stupid pet name, 'Love'?" She asked, scanning his intercom as though it were his face and she could read it.
Ryuuzaki shrugged, taking another twizzler into his mouth. "Don't know. Just seems right, don't you think? Well, anyway, you'll get used to it."
Misa huffed out from her nose, eyes closed against the world. "Whatever. What's next on your list?"
Ryuuzaki almost smiled. "I wasn't joking before. You really are cute when annoyed. I think I can make that work for me. But as you were saying, list. Third, no parties of any kind without permission, which I will most likely refuse."
She fell back against the wall, pulling her knees close to her chest. "What the point of even asking if you'll refuse anyway."
"Don't know. Maybe I'll be in a giving mood or something," he answered, obviously not being at all serious. "Fourth, you will not disturb me whilst I work."
Misa perked up at the mention of his job. "What do you do anyway? You seem well off, not that I'd need it, being a star and all."
He shrugged. "I'm a detective," he admitted. "I'm actually working an important case as it is."
Misa smiled, thinking it was cool that she was married to a detective. "What case? Maybe I've heard of it."
He shook his head. "No, sorry. That information is privy to only a few, including myself and a few certain others."
Misa sighed, slumping against the wall. "You're no fun," she teased, hoping to embarrass his pride until he gave more information.
His response was rather a shock to her. "I've been told so on other occasions besides this one."
"Fine, you got me. Next one."
Ryuuzaki stifled the urge to laugh at her and her childishness. "You don't get to see my face or know my real name until after the case I'm working is done."
She jumped to her feet. "What?! That's crazy. There's not even a remote chance of falling for you if all I do is talk to an intercom!" She argued.
Ryuuzaki sighed. "Hey, Misa, remember the second rule? My word is law."
She settled down, sending a harsh glare at the intercom. "Fine. Next."
"You are free to roam wherever you feel like, other than my control room or my lab. Believe me, the second one is more for your protection than mine. And as for the control room, that is where I reside."
Misa pursed her lips. "What, don't you sleep?! It can't be comfortable sleeping in there."
L smiled, shrugging. "I'm insomniac, so I won't be sleeping often. Though, if it comforts you, there is a bed in here."
Misa sighed coldly. "Yeah, but what about sustenance? You'll need to eat eventually. And when you come out, I'll get to see your face," she pointed out fairly.
Ryuuzaki took another bite. "Not neccessarily. I see it as I have two options. I could always come out at night for food and other menial things."
Misa smirked triumphantly. "Then I'll wait for you and I'll see you then."
Ryuuzaki sighed. "Well, that is where plan B comes in. Watari knows the code and could easily bring me such things."
She sighed. "I can't win with you, can I?"
Ryuuzaki smirked. "No, but you're brave for trying. Oh, I suppose I should warn you that your every move will be watched by surveillance cameras. But only a camera placed at the bathroom door, not inside; I'm not a pervert. You will deal with this."
She laughed, surprising him. "You know, I kinda think that makes you a pervert. But whatever."
Ryuuzaki frowned. I'm not a pervert, he muttered inside his mind. "Next, you sign. Watari, the papers."
The older man passed her a mound of papers. She didn't bother reading through as Watari told her where to sign. She sighed when she was finally done.
Ryuuzaki smiled behind the screen in front of him. Great, now that it was legal...
fun was sure to ensue.