Chapter three- Mean.

Watari showed her to her room at Ryuuzaki's command. He pushed the door open, giving her a small smile. "Make yourself at home. Ryuuzaki also wanted me to tell you that there's a intercom in every room, so you'll be able to talk to him."

Misa nodded neutrally. "That's sweet of him, she murmured sarcastically.

"Oh, isn't it?" His voice broke from the speakers above. "I should probably warn you that I can hear everything you say. Also, since it comes with video recording, too, you might want to change in the bathroom. Unless, of course, you don't mind me seeing you naked."

Misa's cheeks heated up. "You pervert!"

"Husband," he corrected. It irritated him that she thought him a weirdo. And even more so that she said so so openly.

She rolled her eyes. "You say tomato, I say tomberry," she said bluntly.

He frowned. "That's not the saying and what's a tomberry?"

She rolled her eyes. "It means the same thing. Also, tomberry's my slang for tomato."

He sighed. "I'm gonna have to get used to it, aren't I?"

Misa shot the intercom a snide smirk. "And you thought you were gonna be the one to make the decisions. Heh, proves what you know."

"A lot, actually," Ryuuzaki chewed a piece of chocolate contently.

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Right, Mr. Detective, I guess I forgot your incredibly intelligence. You, the oh-masterful genius."

He shrugged. "Actually I am, not to brag or anything. But it does come in handy when being a man in my occupation."

She laughed. "Yes, not to brag or anything," she mocked him.

Ryuuzaki smiled. A real genuine smile for the first time in a very long time. Who knew that a fight could bring two people closer together?

"You really are silly," he finally spoke. "And it's getting cuter by the minute."

Misa felt a faint blush fill her face. "I guess I would say the same about you, but I haven't actually ever seen you." A sudden thought crossed her mind. "Ryuuzaki, what do you look like?"

Ryuuzaki fingered a piece of black hair unconsciously. His eyes stared blankly at the live recording in front of him. Slowly, he responded, "What's the point of telling you if I'm not about to show you anyway? No, you can wait and see."

Misa pouted. Ryuuzaki was sure it was meant to be cute. "That's so mean. Can't you at least say your hair color? Blonde? Brunette? Raven? Ginger? Dirty blonde?"

Ryuuzaki sighed. "Fine, but that's all I'll tell you. Raven."

Misa smiled. "What about your eyes? What color are they?" She coaxed.

"Misa. No, stop."

She put that silly pout back on her face. "See?! Ryuuzaki-kun is mean."

"Yes. Yes, I am, Misa. I'm the meanest man you'll ever meet."

Misa sighed childishly throwing herself against her bed. "More like never meet," she muttered to herself.

Ryuuzaki tried to stifle the urge to laugh. It didn't quite work. His laughter proceeded to enter her room and taunt her.

She sighed. "See? Mean."

Ryuuzaki rolled his eyes. "I've got to get back to work. You know, back to the case I'm working. Take a nap or something," he stated monotonously. After a brief pause, he added, "Call me or wave at the camera if you need anything, Love."

Misa's face turned solemn. "Yeah, you do that. Maybe you're right. A nap might do me some good."

Ryuuzaki didn't answer. His mind was already whirring like the springs that make up a clock. Kira. And the second Kira was in his room.

It was around five o'clock when Misa woke up. She sat up, yawning. Her movement caught Ryuuzaki's attention from the corner of his eye.

"Hm," was all be muttered before turning back to his composed Kira analysis.

Misa, on the other hand, felt like doing anything but be productive. She waved a hand at the camera, catching his attention once more.

He hit the intercom button. "Yes, Misa?" He asked warily, the sound transmitter disorienting his voice.

"Talk to me!" She complained. "I'm so bored."

Ryuuzaki blinked. "You just woke up," he murmured into the speaker. "How can you be bored?"

Misa shrugged. "I don't know. I just am. Play with me."

Ryuuzaki frowned at the latter sentence. He wasn't sure what type of "playing" she had in mind, and honestly, he didn't want to. Besides, he was busy.

"I can't. I'm busy," he muttered.

Misa feigned a gasp. "Too busy for me? But I'm your wife!"

Ryuuzaki sighed. "Misa, I honestly don't have time for this."

She gave him a childish scowl. "But you said to call you!"

"Yeah, if you needed me. You, however, don't," he argued back.

Misa played innocent as she continued, "But I do need you!"

Another sigh on the poor man's part. "Why is that? And don't give boredom as your only option."

Misa sat up, grinning. "Cause I wanna see my husband. Is that such a bad thing?!"

Ryuuzaki froze. When he spoke, his face was cleared of all emotion. "You, Misa Amane L, do not need me for anything."

Misa giggled giddily. "You're so fun to fight with!"

"Go back to sleep. I think I liked it better when you weren't conscious, and therefore, couldn't annoy me."

Misa shrugged. "As you say."

She curled over in bed, hugging the blankets close. Her eyes slid close. She was out in less than five minutes.

"That woman," Ryuuzaki muttered to himself wryly.