Chapter five- Sinfully delicious.

Ryuuzaki had Watari bring a laptop into the room so he could talk to her. Upon Watari letting her out, she glared viciously at the camera, already guessing that he had already retreated to the safety of his precious control room.

"Coward," she hissed bitterly.

All she received was a laugh followed by an amused, "Protective. There's a difference. By the way, Misa, your food is waiting for you in the dining area. Better get it quick or it'll get cold."

Misa frowned at the latter sentence. "It's a pie. Is it meant to be warm?"

He rolled his eyes, replying, "No, I suppose not," sarcastically.

She sighed, saying nothing at all from spite.

"Watari can show you there, if you don't remember it yourself," he continued.

Misa didn't miss the teasing tone in his voice. "I know where it is!" She snapped.

L smirked to himself. It was so fun playing with her this way!

Misa stomped her way passed every camera in the house to get to the dining room. At first sight of the banana cream pie, she deducted two things;

1) that Ryuuzaki knew how to cook, and

2) she was gonna love it.

She didn't let the cameras see her delight, instead, hiding it behind a glare. She had a stupid, but sweet husband.

She gingerly took up a piece of the pie to her mouth with the spoon L had left for her, and instantly realized that both deductions were, indeed, correct.

I could get used to this, she thought to herself. The more rational part of her being reasoned, but you won't. You will not gain weight just because this tastes so... heavenly.

She shook her head roughly. Even her rational side was thinking that the pie was phonomenal. She just wished part of her could remain sane.

"Something wrong, Love?" Suddenly floated a voice over her head, surrounding her quickly with a protective warmth.

What she said next was from complete and total spite. And it was said with a smile. "No, mind your business, LOVE."

That earned a wry chuckle from the genius extraordinaire. "Nicely played. Though the accent could use some tuning up."

She rolled her eyes. "Says the one using a voice disorientor," she muttered sardonically. "You confuse me, you know."

L grimaced. "How so?" He teased.

She shook it off. "Well, for one thing, you're cold but caring. You're sarcastic but serious. It's almost like you're two people. I expect the cold and serous part of you from a detective, as you deal with death for a living, but then you come and suprise me with the sweet part of you. Does that make any sense?"

L shrugged thoughtfully. "I guess I never really thought about it. Does it bother you?"

Misa stared for a moment, then laughed. "God no! It just kinda makes you cooler. Although it does bother me that I haven't seen your face."

L smirked, running a hand through his messy hair. "Clever ploy, yet again. I commend you. Though, not quite clever enough to tempt me just yet to reveal myself."

Misa sighed her defeat. "I had to try!" She defended, then slowly added, "You know, the fact that I haven't ever seen your face just about guarantees the fact that you're a creepy old man."

Now that made L fall out of his chair. He stared, baffled, at the camera. "What makes you say that?" He almost whimpered, hoping Misa REALLY wasn't into the type of thing.

Misa smirked. She knew she had him, and better yet, he knew not. "Oh, you aren't?" she gasped "disappointedly".

L eyes narrowed, a slow snicker crossing his face. "No," he said, catching on. "I'm afraid I can't tell you how old I really am, though."

Misa sighed. "Crap. I thought that was going to work." She shrugged. "Too bad for me. Are you sure you can't spare a digit? The latter, perhaps?"

L shrugged. "Four."

Misa frowned, eyes widening in horror. He was fourteen?!