Chapter four- Candy Vs. Food.
It drove him crazy. She'd been here for less than three hours and in that time, she managed to just about drive him crazy.
The first night, he realized that it was a mistake to put her to bed so early. It was at midnight that she started exploring the house.
She found the control room, no problem. Getting inside, on the other hand, was a whole other thing. For one thing, Ryuuzaki was still awake and a genius. If he didn't want her inside, she wasn't about to get in.
She knocked on the door politely, making sure to smile at the camera as she did so. She heard footsteps come to the door. "Yes, Misa? What are you doing up so late?"
She gave the camera her best puppy eyes. "Let me in please?" She begged.
She heard an airy huff of annoyance on his side of the door. "No. Go to sleep."
"No!" Misa felt filled with a fiery stubbornness. "Not unless you open the door."
"Not gonna happen."
"Why not?! Can't I see your face once?!"
She heard a deep sigh. "Misa, we've been on this topic before. I have no time for your vanity. Or even at the moment, you. Please go to bed."
Misa made no move to do as he said. "You should be sleeping, too. So why aren't you?"
"I do believe I mentioned I'm insomniac. Yes, sleep does wonders for your type of people. But in my case, the sleep of an insomniac is short, if at all."
Misa finally gave up, heading back to bed with absolute determination to see his face tomorrow.
Misa woke up with the pain of a migraine. Ignoring it, she got up and got dressed. She opened her door, yawning as she stepped out into the corridor.
She smiled at Watari as he walked by. She turned to face the camera above the bathroom door. "Good morning, Ryuzaki," she chirped.
She was greeted with no answer. She shrugged, going to the kitchen, not that concerned about it.
Misa would live to regret opening any of his cupboards. She saw nothing but sweet food after sweet food. Junk food after junk food. Nothing fit for a model to eat.
She sighed, sitting down.
She jumped as Ryuzaki's voice came over the speakers. "Something wrong, Love? You look sad."
She settled down, laughing it off a bit. "I'm sorry, but do you eat food, or do you just snack all day?"
"The latter," Misa heard amusement in his tone.
"I can't live that way. If I gain weight, it's all done for me. Bye bye, Stardom."
He rolled his eyes. "I don't see what you're getting at. I'm not at all overweight. A bit under it, actually."
Misa found herself laughing. "You're underweight? Is that even possible with what you eat on a daily basis?"
He shrugged it off as she continued laughing. "Laugh if you like, but it's true. It is quite possible to think yourself thin, ironically enough."
Misa shook her head. "You see, there, I don't believe you."
Ryuzaki frowned. "I see. This is another ploy of yours to get me to reveal myself. Sorry, Love, I'm not falling for it."
She stomped her foot in frustration.
He got a good laugh about it. "I'll see what I can make you." He offered.
It was Misa's turn to frown. "You cook?"
"Hm. Yes, Love, if you can believe it or not. Of course, in order for me to do this, I need you up in your room. I won't risk you seeing me just yet."
"But I-"
He interrupted her. "Upstairs."
Misa walked away with a moody glare on her face.
She went to her room, just as she'd promised she would. On the way passed her door, he locked her in.
Hearing the lock click, Misa began screaming at him to let her out.
He simply just walked away, navigating his way to the kitchen. Watari, who'd seen the whole thing, smiled.
Before L could make her anything, he had to know what she was allergic to. He hit the intercom button that connected with the one in her (his)room. "Are you allergic to anything?
Misa frowned from her compound. "No. Not food allergies, anyway. Now would you let me out already?! This is getting creepy."
L rolled his eyes. "You're fine," he answered numbly. "I'm guessing you're on a diet?"
He heard an angry huff on her side of the line. "Of course I am! I can't be a model otherwise."
He stifled the urge to roll his eyes. Instead, he laughed at her and her pride. "So I'm guessing you're gonna want Watari to go shopping for lean meats and vegetables. I'm sure he'll make sure to get it done as soon as possible."
Misa frowned at the speaker above her. "So what am I to eat today?"
Ryuuzaki snickered evilly. "I don't think ONE dessert will kill you, especially if it's a sinfully delicious piece of chocolate cake. But maybe it will. Who knows?"
He chuckled at her scream of rage. "I WILL NOT EAT THAT!"
"Relax. It was a joke. I'm making you a banana cream pie. That should make you feel better."
She sighed, rubbing her face, finally realizing that fighting with him was futile. "Fine. This one time. And, Ryuuzaki?"
"Hm?"
She smiled seriously into the camera. "I'll kill you if I gain even half a pound."
He shrugged it off. "Fair enough. But it's not my fault you can't just think the weight off."
Misa glared into the camera before throwing herself back onto the bed. "You are so infuriating!" She cried.