AN/D: I do not own Death Note or its characters, if I did, there's a large chance this couple would be cannon. Also, Kahone Misaki was a creation of my own invention. However, if you too ship LxMisa, I wouldn't mind you using her as an OC, so long as you GIVE DUE CREDIT TO ME. Thank you.

Chapter seven- The alertfull watcher.

Ryuuzaki heard a tense exhale exit from Light's body on the other side of the line. "Yes, what would you like to know about?" He asked carefully.

Just what are you so afraid about, Light? He wondered to himself. Could it be that I'm right and you ARE Kira.

"Your relationship," he answered finally. "You see, I'm quite jealous. I just have to know what's happened between you two, otherwise the air between us will be awkward and lack civility."

Light smirked. "Actually, nothing. It's as you said, Misa-Misa must always have a boyfriend. She was only too happy to oblige."

Ryuuzaki wasn't surprised. "Yes, those would be her own words. Well, I guess I'll see you later, Light."

Light frowned, the air around him seemingly dropping fourty degrees. "That's all you wanted? Really? It can't be that easy. Nothing ever is with you."

Ryuzaki bit back a laugh. "You're right about that. I believe Misa would say the same thing. But, no, that really is all I needed."

Light wasn't convinced. "Don't lie to me," he warned warily. "You promised you'd be more honest, Ryuuzaki. What's really going on?"

Ryuuzaki fingered the his cellphone excitedly. "Oh it's nothing aside from the fact that Misa Amane IS the second Kira. And the best part yet? She doesn't know I'm L."

Light felt the world dance around him clumsily. Yet, somehow, he managed to stand his ground.

Ryuuzaki could only smile on his side. Gotcha, Kira, he thought triumphantly to himself.

And, ah, Light was in for the surprise of his life.

Misa pouted as Matsuda went on and on about her schedule for the week. "I don't care, Matsu," she snapped finally, gently massaging her temples. "Let's just get through the day. Is that so hard?"

Matsuda frowned. Yes, now he could see why L had taken such an interest in her. Their words almost perfectly matched word for word. "Uh, yes."

Misa raised an eyebrow, sending a harsh warning look. "Yes?" She asked dangerously.

Matsuda panicked. "Oh sorry! I meant no, Misa-Misa. Excuse my slip of the tongue, please!"

Misa sighed deeply, playing the part of the drama queen perfectly. "You're forgiven," she gave in.

Matsuda forced a shaky smile to his face. "Yes, thanks. You're so generous."

She waved her hand in a "Shut up" motion. "Yes yes, Misa's very forgiving," she muttered, reverting to her counterpart.

That earned a breezy smile from Matsuda. He could already tell that the day's events were going to be interesting, though maybe the word "interesting" was a but of an understatement. Eventful, definitely.

Misa shook her head impatiently at him. "Matsu, we're here!" She cried spoiledly, "Are you gonna open the door, or is Misa gonna have to do it herself?!"

Matsuda jumped out quickly and chauffeured her. "Sorry, Misa-Misa. I guess I wasn't thinking."

Misa rolled her eyes. "Well, that's not a first," she snapped harshly at him. "Let's just go inside already. Misa's freezing her butt off."

Matsu frowned. "But it's summer," he stated, baffled.

She pointed a threatening finger at him. "I'm Misa-Misa, Matsu. If I say it's cold, you better believe me, no questions asked."

Matsuda nodded his head apologetically. "Yes, sorry, Misa-Misa. You're absolutely right."

She smirked pointedly at her manager/babysitter. "Darn straight. Now lead the way. Misa-Misa must ALWAYS make an entrance."

And yes, an entrance she would make. In fact, the raging gossip would speak for her.

Misa's boots clicked against the marble floor with a set rhythm. Her harsh gaze scared off several glares and questioning looks.

Matsuda excused himself to the bathroom after asking, much to Misa's embarrassment. She wasn't his mother, why ask her?!

The other 18 models were talking about old gossip and spreading rumors anew. Some of them were even about her, to Misa's amusement.

"Hey, Misa!" Called one of them, the number two model, just behind Misa. Kohane Misaki. "I heard you got married? Is that true?!"

Misa allowed a brightening smile to grace Kahone's presence. "Yes, I daresay, it is."

Some of the other models screamed, absolutely delighted at the news. Kahone let herself a vicious smirk. "Oh, so it's also true that this mysterious husband knocked you up and covered it up by marrying you?"

Misa's eyes widened as a faint blush crossed her cheeks. She gently brought a hand to her face, willing the color to go away.

The thought of sleeping with Ryuuzaki made her feel a strange mixture of amusement and downright surprise.

She answered calmly. "No, not pregnant, Kohane. And spreading rumors about it? Wow, I thought even YOU were above that. Hm, guess I was wrong."

Kohane rolled her eyes, but that didn't stop her face from turning bright red as the girls around her laughed. Kohane was a bully and she deserved everything that was coming to her. "Whatever. It's not like I created that rumor!" She defended.

Misa shrugged that off, giving her a cold stare. "No, of course not," she bit back sarcastically, "Cause that's not below you, or anything."

Misa rolled her own eyes, sickened by the woman in front of her. "Anyway, I'd thank you to keep your rumors and resentment to yourself," she told her just to warn her she's the clear leader here.

Kahone sat down quietly. After all, what more was there to say?

Matsuda came in a moment later, oblivious to the dangerous air surrounding both girls. He smile good-naturedly. "Aw, Kohane, always a pleasure," he said cheerfully.

Misa shot him a glare. "It is?" Her words were dripping with distain and loathing, mixed with the proper amount of sarcasm and civility. "I was under the impression that she was a crybaby diva who still has a lot of growing up to do."

Matsuda winced, finally catching onto the fact that he'd said the wrong thing. "Come on, Misa. She's not that bad," he tried to play peacemaker.

Misa wouldn't have it. "Yes she is!" She barked. "She's a horrid brat with a thong stuck forever up her butt."

Kahane gasped, slapping Misa like a true wuss. Misa, however, was not so gentle. They both went down as Misa jump-tackled her.

The other models screamed, jumping up, and running away with fear. Misa paid no mind, punching Kahone's face in anger. Kahone tried without success to get Misa off.

The girl may have been a model who'd never been in a fight before, but she was not about to be nice.

Matsuda ran forward and pulled a flailing Misa off of the other girl. Kahone had a bloody nose. Misa had a single scratch on her face.

Matsuda calmed Misa down as the agency staff came and whisked Kahane off to hospital to make sure Misa hadn't broken anything.

"She deserved it," Misa would later mutter lamely against L's scolding. He had never once yet scolded her, and now that he was doing it, she was terrified.

And she had every right to be.