Chapter nine- Trouble maker.

Misa was convinced her boredom couldn't get any worse. But as if Murphy's law came back to beat her in the butt, it did.

"Curse you, Irony!" She growled bitterly under her breathe.

She laid on her bed, staring up into the vast nothingness that was her ceiling. It was plain, yet dark. Darkly painted, anyway. Ryuuzaki's taste was rather... gothic, much to her mere amusement.

Misa often found herself entertaining thought about what he must look like, since his taste was so amazing. She often imagined him with that beautiful raven hair he'd described to her.

That same hair, she mused, must be well kept, based on the decor. Maybe it was curly and fell into his eyes in a cute way- the same eyes that just had to be blue or brown. Or perhaps it was straight and was slicked back rich-boy style, revealing, this time, pale green eyes. That thought made her blush.

Was he even telling the truth about his hair color? Maybe that curly hair was red and his eyes were blue, after all. That'd be nice. Or was it blonde? Maybe his hair was straight and not slicked in any way.

Misa found, to her eternal shame, that she was drooling. She gasped, wiping the slight river from the corner of her mouth.

Please tell me HE didn't see that, she begged internally.

Ryuuzaki seemed to not be paying attention, either that, or he was busy, and currently couldn't care less what she was doing.

Just to test it, she called out, "Ryuuzaki, are there?"

When there came no reply, she started to panic. Was he hurt?! Was that why he wasn't replying?

"Ryuuzaki?!" She cried louder.

She sprang up and run out the door, sprinting directly into Watari. He cleared his throat as she blushed. "Sorry," she muttered underbreathe.

"No, that's quite alright. I was coming to see you actually. Ryuuzaki wishes me to tell you that he'll be out for the day."

That perked her interest and calmed her hormones. "Where is he?"

"I'm sorry, but that's classified information, Miss. Ryuuzaki specifically told me not to tell you where he'd be."

Misa feigned a convincing pout. "He won't be in any danger, will he?" She whined. "It'd be rather suckish if he died before I could see his face."

Watari fixed his glasses close to his eyes, a slight disapproving look on his face. "Yes, he'll be fine."

"Soooo, do you know which case he's working?" She asked conversationally.

Watari fixed her with an ood gaze. "That, too, Miss, is classified. Mr. Ryuuzaki has me under strict orders that that information should be unavailable to you."

Misa sighed, scowling slightly, replacing the gaze with a pretty smile. "So what's your relationship with Ryuuzaki? What's he look like?"

Watari looked deeply uncomfortable.

She sighed, noticing the discomfort. "Let me guess, that's classified information, too?"

The poor man gave her an awkward smile. "Actually I was thinking on how to phrase it. I suppose you could say that I'm his surrogate father.

"I found him wondering the streets of England when he was a young boy. I raised him to reach his full potential when I noticed his incredible genius. He, in turn, helped me open a school for gifted children such as himself. We're already well above one hundred students in attendance."

Misa was amazed. "Any promising students?" She inquired.

Watari frowned, his expression darkening. "Yes, several," he answered curtly, making it clear he wasn't about to give out any names.

She forced herself to grin at him. "Well, that sounds fabulous. It's so nice of you two to help children reach their full intellectual potentional. I think it's truly amazing."

Watari managed a brief smile. "Well, I better be getting back to my work. See you soon, Miss."

"Do introduce the children to me soon!" She called after him. "I'd love to meet them."

She got the feeling Watari was scoffing under his breathe. She smirked in her own snarky way. Good, she thought to herself. If Ryuuzaki's out, then I'll just have to wait up in his room. His control room, that is.

That vicious, evil smile never left her face for a moment.

Oh no. She was now the game master, not the pawn. She was the queen and Ryuuzaki her king. True, but the King can only move once in every directon. But the queen can move as far as she wants in EVERY direction. He'd never know what hit him.

"Oh yes! The cake's a lie, Ryuuzaki," she whispered almost fondly to her surveillance-stalker. "But your defeat will be sweet."

Now to set the trap...

Misa fell back against Ryuuzaki's bed with a satisfied sigh. She had to admit, it was pretty comfortable. She couldn't see why he rarely tried to sleep with a mattress like this.

She exhaled deeply. "No, wait, let me guess; his answer would be 'because I'm insomniac'."

She found herself laughing at her imitation/mockery of him. But no; it was nowhere as good as the real Ryuuzaki. She sat up with a slight blush over her face.

Has she really just thought that? No, she couldn't have! She was here for one purpose and one purpose only. She had to defeat her enemy. That's what Light told her to do anyway.

She frowned at the thought of her boyfriend. He'd been so closed off lately. And she didn't like it. Misa felt her heart thump weirdly. Her stomach dropped, tugging her back down to his sheets.

It's guilt, she realized. I'm breaking the contract. Ryuuzaki specifically told me not to have any other boyfriends than himself. She bit the inside of her cheek, drawing blood into her mouth. The taste of it caused her to shudder, but she didn't feel any oral pain. I feel like a cheating whore!

She felt a tear brush her cheek. She got up and ran out then and there, an awakening numbness starting to devour at her sanity.

Actually, biting the inside of the mouth is one of MY habbits. And it doesn't hurt after a while. P.s., you guys are SUPPOSE to be confused. The later chapters are suppose to clarify for you. Oh, and I think I'm gonna stretch this one out into about thirty chapters. What can I say? This shipping needs more love.