Warnings? Well, I rated it T for a reason, but language.

Chapter seventeen- Poloroid picture.

Misa had to spend another night in the hospital before they finally let her go back home. She felt excitement and disappointment.

Excitement because she was leaving that crazy place and disappointment because Ryuuzaki didn't even bother showing up to make sure she was okay.

Misa bit the inside of her mouth bitterly. So much for caring. You really fooled me, she growled internally to him.

She stared out the window at the moving scenery. "How long til we get there?" She asked the driver boredly.

Watari remain completely polite. "Twenty minutes, Miss." His expression softened at the sight of the broken look that flickered across her eyes. He could only guess what had the young model so down. "Ryuuzaki was quite worried about you, Miss," he reported quietly. "I had to keep him under house arrest for your protection. He was quite furious at you for endangering yourself, even unintentionally. He had me believing at one point that he would break out to see you and give you a good lecture."

The corner of Misa's lips twitched slightly. "Thanks, Watari," she said suddenly. "I believe it."

He nodded softly. "You look tired, Miss. Maybe a nap will help you?"

She nodded and rested her head down on her arm, closing her eyes contently. She found she rather liked Watari.

She was glad to see that Quilish Wammy had a life left to live yet.

There was no warm Ryuuzaki there to welcome her and hug her. Only the same transmission as always. "Glad to see you're in one piece, Love. You really had me worried there."

A dainty blush crept it's way over her face. "That's nice," she murmured, feeling her warm face with a shaky hand.

It was almost incredible the way he could make her feel like a giggling schoolgirl. Especially only after a few seconds in his "presence".

He seemed to have reached the same conclusion, for he added, "I haven't embarrassed you, have I?" in that mocking tone of his. And how wry he was!

She rolled her eyes, the daydream evaporating quickly. "Glad to see you're still... you," she muttered back likewise.

He simpered. "Aw, but, Love, you wouldn't have me any other way. And at least thing way, you realize I adore you."

She shrugged him off, dropping her bags in the process. "Could've fooled me."

She began walking to her room, his voice filtering through the speakers disoriently. She finally snapped after a bit of his teasing. "Could you quit it with the weird voice-thingy? I see no point in you using it when I already know your voice."

A sardonic laugh followed. Slowly, it turned into a human's pitch. A peaceful gale. Misa felt herself melting into it fondly.

It was him. The real him. Not that cheap imitation. "Hold me?" She begged with her eyes closed. "I won't peak! I promise!"

A slight pause ensued. The eerie sound was sickening. Finally, he responded, "Very soon, my love. Wait until dark."

She huffed moodily. "You don't trust me?"

"No," he was blunt. "I saw you try to see my hair, and I know you got a glimpse of my skin color."

"You're very pale," she agreed. "And yeah, I got curious about your haircolor. But I still haven't tried to see your face, have I?! No, I don't think I have."

He nodded, feigning agreement, despite her being unable to see him. "Even so, it takes only one mistake. It's dangerous enough sleeping in the same bed as you. Knowing my identity would increase the risk of your death by a factor of 45%."

"You're making that up!" She cried.

He brightened as the fight-fire fueled his body. He already knew she felt the same way. It was an argument she wanted, so it was a argument she'd get.

"Come down, and I'll let you do anything you want," she promised.

This was the best fight EVER!

He didn't even blink at the innuendo. It was obviously a jab back at him for his dirty teasing a few weeks ago. Time for payback. "That's quite the offer. Want to know what I'd want if I listened?"

She nodded eagerly. "Anything."

Oh, payback was a brat. "I'd want to tell you that I'm not coming until night."

He paused to let her defeat sink in. It sunk in with amazing effect. "But then, I could always tell you that from here. Too bad for you, I guess."

"RYUUZAKI! THAT'S IT! I'M SLEEPING ALONE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!" She shrieked inhumanly high. "YOU DON'T GET TO TOUCH ME- EVERRRR!"

The man in question winced. "Hey, don't go THAT far," he begged, upset about losing something before even having that something. "I still want you, you know."

She faltered ever-so-slightly. "You mean that." It wasn't meant to be a inquiry, but rather a confused statement.

Watari suddenly burst through the young woman's room, absolutely breatheless. "Mister, Miss, turn on the television. Channel 5. Zoom the cameras in, Ryuuzaki. I think you'll want to see this."

Misa did so, eyes widening tremedously. The local celebrity news was playing. The news anchor was a really perky woman. But that's not what they were focusing on. A picture of Misa showed on one side, gorgeous smile spread across her lips. On the other side was Kohane's ultrasound.

Misa gasped her hands covering to her mouth in horror as the woman went on to report that miss Misa Amane was three months pregnant.

The anchorwoman offered the crowd a dazzling award-winning smile. "And get this. My source tells me that this mysterious Ryuuzaki L isn't even the father!" She feigned an over-exaggerated gasp. "Oh, how scandalous!"

Her smile turn vicious and Misa felt her stomach drop as the woman continued, "Misa, if you're watching this, we want you to know you're loyal fans are supporting you. Even if you are an adulterous whore!"

Misa resisted almost-falling tears. "I'm not pregnant," She murmured softly.

"And if you were, I'd definitely be the father!" L raged a bit himself. Jealousy was adorable on him, especially when he didn't know how to handle it.

"I'm not pregnant!" She snapped furiously.

L bit his lip. "I don't know. You just might be from the way your hormones are raging, at the moment."

She glared maliciously at the camera-pervert. "If I'm pregnant, Ryuuzaki, you're not the father as we've never, you KNOW..."

It took him a minute to know. "You're not pregnant," he agreed.

She nodded. "I figured you'd see it my way after all."

Watari sighed, flicking the tv off. "Is that so? Hm, and I was so looking forward to grandchildren. Looks like I'll have to wait after all..."

Misa choked as Ryuuzaki cracked up. Watari walked out of the room with a broad smile on his face. He'd done his job as father of L. Now it was up to L to do the rest for himself.

Haha! Watari's a pervert! I couldn't help it.