Warning: major misaxl fluff coming your way. No lemons.

Chapter thirteen- Rejection made up in kindness: part two.

Misa gasped upon hearing his orders. "YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?! No, Light, I'm for you and you only. Of course I want to help you."

Misa heard the amused tone from Light as he spoke. "Misa, I need you to do this."

She shook her head. "I'm pretty sure this counts as boyfriend prostitution," she snapped at him.

He rolled his eyes. "Misa, can you do this or not?"

She bit her lip gently. "Don't you want me, Light?"

He rolled his eyes safely away from her vision. "Yes, of course I do," he lied, "But if L finds out about us, we'll both die. Misa, I can't live without you!"

Misa felt her stomach tug from her inner turmoil. "I'll... try," she managed weakly, hunging up before Light could scold her for her indecisiveness.

"I can't do this," she groaned to herself. "But Light needs me to!"

So why did she feel like puking from the sickness of the order?

Light went back into the room, with a wide grin on his face. Misa wouldn't be able to help herself. She'd do anything to help him. And the smile was his clear delight at the thought of the downfall of his enemy.

Oh, L, you're going to die, he thought triumphantly to himself.

L noticed the expression and took it in with a emotionless expression of his own. "Are you... situated?" He asked slowly.

Light softened his vicious look into a gentler one. "Oh yeah, all taken care of. Hey, why hasn't Matsuda been around here lately?"

L gave him a weird look. "You know for a man of your a genius, you're an idiot. Matsuda's been working with Misa. He's undercover as her manager, remember?"

Light blushed sheepishly. "I guess I forgot."

Soichiro Yagami cast a glance the two boys' way. "Glad to see you two are bonding, but we've got a killer to bring to justice."

The rest of the task force nodded their agreement.

Ryuuzaki nodded thoughtfully himself. "He's right, you know. Besides, Matsuda's not here to screw anything up, so that's a bonus."

Light smirked. "Yeah, let's catch this guy."

Ryuuzaki and Light both had something up their sleeves, but neither was about to tell the other that.

It was late when L got back home. Again he had to ask Watari to lock Misa in her room while he got up into his. The old inventor seemed to have no qualm with this.

The teenage girl, on the other hand had screamed bloody murder when he'd locked the door for a second time that night. "God, Watari, I am getting real sick of this bullcrap!" She shrieked, pounding the door with her fists.

There was no response on the other side. She sighed, giving up and returning back to her bed and staring up at her ceiling in frustration.

She only heard the lock unclick a moment later. "Gee, thanks, you're so helpful," she muttered.

"Don't hold it against him," floated in that mellow voice. "He's doing as I've requested."

She sighed deeply. "You know, Ryuuzaki, there's no way I can find comfort in that when I know that you know that you're a closet pervert and avid fan of Misa-Misa."

He sniggered haughtly. "Oh, I'm a closet something all right."

Misa's eyes widened and she jerked straight up on her bed. "God, could've lived my life without hearing that!" She announced, considerably freaked out.

He simply shrugged. "As you like. So, what did you do all day? You behaved yourself for Watari, didn't you?"

She rolled her eyes coldly. "Well, I got locked inside my room, not once, but twice! And I'm not a child, you know."

"That's up to debate," he told her jestjngly, hoping for a rise.

And by God, she gave him one. "YOU ARE SO FREAKIN' MEAN TO ME, YOU JERK! Have fun sleeping by yourself tonight."

He began to giggle, but froze mid-laugh. He was all seriousness now."What? Of course I'm sleeping by myself tonight. I've already told you I'm not not ready to reveal myself just yet."

She flipped him off in anger.

He gritted his teeth. "Oh, that's mature!" He snapped at her in return.

She shrugged. "Come down and reprimand me face-to-stop, ortherwise, I'm not gonna give a crap. I'll just continue ignoring you."

He shook his head hard. "You're acting like a child," he tried a cooler tone.

Yet all he got was her ignorance. "You're being serious?" He gapped.

Again, no response. "Fine," he growled, fingering his favorite button. "I'll talk to you when you decide to grow up."

He hit the button, but not fast enough for him to miss her last jab. "Says the man who won't evensleep in the same bed as he wife. You coward!"

But when the moment was done and over, he let it slip

"I'm a... coward?" He asked himself bitterly.

Misa growled bitterly from her side of the house. "Ryuuzaki L, I hate you," she decided airily underbreathe.

And yet, she couldn't shake her feelings of disappointment and injury. I'm not that ugly to look at, am I? She asked herself, going over to the large mirror that hung on her wall.

She stared into her reflection deeply amazed by the sadness in her heart. And the state of her face.

She was pouting and looked, well, VERY childish. She fiddled with her face.

Her make-up was smeared and messy. Probably from her earlier assult on the door. She stepped into her private bathroom, ran the sink, and wiped the fakeness from her face.

When all the stuff was gone, she gazed at the real Misa. She wasn't scowling anymore. Her eyes seemed more dainty without the spread. Sure, her lips weren't devil red, but whose are?

She looked fine. But she was missing something. Her smile. And she missed it. She just wouldn't be the same without it.

She sighed, wiping the water off her face with a white face-towel. She gave herself one last glance before traveling back to the other room.

She already knew what she suppose to do, but that didn't make it any easier. Apologizing never is.

Misa waved her hands above her head. She was answered almost immediately. "Yes, Misa?"

"I'm sorry," she muttered timidly.

Ryuuzaki snickered. "Sorry, could you repeat that? I couldn't quite hear it over the sound of your defeat. Grown up, have we?"

She chortled. "No, WE have not grown up. Just me."

He put a mocking hand over his heart. "Ah yes, hit me where it hurts. My immuturity, however, is not news to me. I've told and been told many time before just so."

Misa snorted. "Somehow I believe it."

"Well, you shouldn't. You, Misa, of all people should know I am a liar."

She gestured to forget all that stuff. "I... uh... don't know how to ask this question, but er... can you spend the night with me?"

Ryuuzaki fingered the button below him. "Misa," he responded gradually, "That's not a good idea. I'm not ready yet."

She blushed at the rejection. "Oh, okay," she replied melancholy.

Ryuuzaki clicked the link off with a saddening "BEEP!"

He sighed, falling back into his chair, not even bothering to fix his posture with his own weird stance. He just couldn't get her words out of his head.

She'd sounded so sad. He could see her in the camera. She was getting ready for bed, not caring that he could see her as she crawled into bed in just a lacy black tank top and white panties.

He pursed his lips. The lights clicked out and the live feed switched to auto night-vision.

He had one chance to make the work. And if he failed, the outcome was simple: she'd kill him. But what's life to love?

Misa closed her eyes against the darkness. It was only a moment later that she felt the covers move just ever-so-slightly and someone move under them, curling up beside her.

Her eyes widened as she realized it had to be Ryuuzaki. She noticed her heart quickened moderately as she felt a pale arm drape around her waist.

"Don't turn around," commanded a sweet voice. " Misa felt a blush grace her cheeks at the sound of it.

She'd never heard his true voice before because of his stupid voice-disorientor. Now that she had, she never wanted him to shut up. "If you try to see me, I'll leave," he continued in a warning tone.

His voice was not quite devoid of emotion as he speaker counterpart. It was strange since she'd grown so accustomed to talking to his other voice, but she got the feeling she could deal with it.

Misa bit her lip. He wasn't as close to her as she wanted him to be. She snuggled closer to him by scooting back a little. Misa closed her eyes against sweet, sweet bliss as his hand squeezed her side affectionately, to let her know that he liked her little gesture.

"Are you sleeping here the entire night?" She asked curiously.

Ryuuzaki shrugged. "I've got to leave at five, but other than that," he squeezed her gently again, "I'm all yours."

She growled irritably. "I dont wan't you to go!" She whined. "I want you all night to myself! I want to feel you hold me when I wake up. Is that too much to ask?"

Ryuuzaki rolled his eyes. "You have more than five hours with me. I think you'll be just fine. But maybe not. Who knows with you?"

She scoffed wryly. "Hey, you're no picnic either."

He brought his pale lips to her cheek as she closed her eyes when dark hair brushed over her face. Oh, look at that; he is raven-haired.

She felt like a giddy schoolgirl over such a tiny fact. But it made her happy, all the same.

Ryuuzaki kissed her on the back of the neck, causing a startled squeak from her. A sly grin touched his face at his new discovery. He began furiously licking her there over and over again, making her laugh further. "Stop!" She cried finally, hysterical tears in her eyes.

And you're wondering how Watari slept through all this? He didn't.

Misa drew her hands up to eye-level. "Ryuuzaki?" She asked shyly.

He answered her from the nape of the neck. "Yes, Love?"

He was overly amused by her shy state.

She smiled fondly at the petname. "Can you give me your hand?"

Ryuuzaki was thouroghly confused, but the question was innocent enough. He gave into her whim, moving his hand from her waist, and reaching over her and taking her hand. She buried her face into the intertwined phalanges.

Ryuuzaki scowled as she moved her side upwards. Her warmth was leaving him. "Can you move your other arm around my waist again?" she asked chastely, with just a touch of deviousness hidden in her words.

Eager to please, he did exactly so, pressing her close when the deed was done. "Sleep now, Love," he cooed. "A young woman such as yourself needs her sleep."

He chuckled to himself as she whispered, "I wish we could stay like this forever."

He nodded in return (as much as the mattress would allow him). "So do I. But for now, rest."

It was a warm, lazily sleep that final claimed the young model. Ryuuzaki himself stayed up all night, watching over her and warding off any bad dreams that might threaten to hurt her.

The make-up statements are my own personal view. I despise the stuff. I apologize if you like it.