Chapter six- Panic.
L shrugged. "Four."
Misa frowned, eyes widening in horror. He was fourteen?!
She gasped, falling to the floor weakly. "YOU'RE FOURTEEN?! YOU PERVERT!" She screamed at a, needless to say, confused L.
"What? No, I'm not fourteen. Where the heck did you get that idea?!" He stared in absolute shock.
Misa felt relief flood her body. Okay, NOT fourteen. "So how old are you?" She asked curiously. "And don't give me the 'I can't tell you that' crap!"
She heard an airy sigh over the microphone. "Fine," he relented finally, "If you must know, I'm twenty four, almost twenty five."
Misa chuckled slyly. "So six years older. Okay, I think I can live with that." She paused upon hearing his laughter. "What?"
"Nothing," he managed between hysterics, "You're a train wreck, that's all. One minute you have me believing you like older men, and then you have me confused with a silly fourteen year old boy. Can't you just make up your mind?" He teased wryly.
Misa pouted at the camera. "First off, I didn't ever have a thing for old guys. That was just to get you to show your face. And secondly, I clearly thought you were fourteen when you said the last digit to your age was a four."
Ryuuzaki smiled, amused. "How did you figure?"
Misa bristled angrily. "I thought you were still a teenager like me!" She bit back coldly, "How was I suppose to know you're in your freakin' twenties?!"
"Sarcasm, my love," he answered moderately, "It does wonders."
She rolled her eyes and laughed a little herself. "Shut up!"
Misa hoisted a her designer bag over her shoulder and winked sweetly at the surveillance system.
That caused quite a strange stir in L. "What was THAT for?" He asked suspiciously. "I think I kinda like it. Do it more often and I may just show myself to you soon."
Misa huffed. "Don't tease me!" She snapped.
He chuckled airily. "Then don't make it so easy." He paused for a moment. "Besides, who says I was teasing you?"
She smirked pointedly. "Fair enough. Well, to answer your first question, nothing. Matsuda, my agent, just called me. I'm afraid I've gotta go down to the agency today. A new issue of 18's about to come out and they want me on the cover. See you later, okay?"
L frowned from behind the main monitor. "Fine. Yeah, you do that," he muttered convincingly.
He waited until she left a moment later before whipping out his phone. "Matsuda, good work. Make sure to WATCH her. I repeat: you cannot screw this up."
"Alright already! I won't screw this up, Ryuuzaki!" He grumbled moodily into his side of the receiver. "But it won't be exactly easy either. Misa's never easy to watch. But I'll do my best."
"Do better than your best," he growled. "This is the second Kira we're dealing with. Can you handle that?"
Matsuda winced. "Please don't be mean to me," he whined. "I won't screw up."
Ryuuzaki finally smirked. "Yeah, just do your job, Matsuda. As much as I know I'll regret this, you're our only hope at the moment."
Matsuda sighed in relief before the rest of Ryuuzaki's words had sunken in. "Hey, that's mea-"
Ryuuzaki hung up before he could finish his infernal bratting (yeah, cause that's what I REALLY wanna say).
He almost immediate typed in a new number. The person on the receiving end answered on the second ring. "Yes, Ryuuzaki?" Asked a very familiar voice.
Ryuuzaki felt a thin smile stretch over his ghostly pale face. "Ah good, Light, you picked up. I wanted to ask you something about Misa Amane."