Chapter eighteen- Water and oil.

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.

Misa calmed herself as Ryuuzaki finally stopped laughing. She glared at him. "That's not funny," she grumbled snidely.

He unsuccessfully stifled another bit of hysterics. "I'm sorry," he cracked, then continued more seriously. "You're right. That's not funny."

She nodded. "Good job, Sherlock. I thought it'd take you forever to figure that out!"

He feigned a hurt sigh. "I could do without the sarcasm. And I'm quite flattered that you honestly believe my deduction skills match that of Sherlock Holmes. I love that you think so highly of me."

She stomped her foot in irritation. "You're a freakin' idiot, that's what you are!" She retorted in pure exasperation.

"And you love it. Admit it! You wouldn't- nay, you couldn't last a day without me."

She closed her eyes against the mocking tone hidden behind his words. She hissed out, "Yeah, I love you, you jerk! But I hate it when you get like this."

"I, uh, really like you too, Love," he replied awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you from that accident. I'm even more mad at myself that I was too much of a coward to go to the hospital to see you afterwards."

She could tell he was really unconventionally trying to confess built up feelings. This was probably the closest thing she'd ever get to a "I love you," from him.

Misa's exterior softened. A small smile slowly graced his presence. "I'm not mad, you know. Besides, everyone kind of thinks I'm pregnant with your child, therefore, it's probably not healthy for our non-existent child to be born into our hateful family spat."

A slow simper made its way up to his face. "Ah, but you forget, many are still trying to pin your pregnancy on another man," he pointed out. "They simply refuse to accept the fact that I impregnated you fair and square."

She would've hit his chest had he been in the room at the time. A sudden thought occurred to Misa. "We've just started sleeping in the same bed, but would we ever have a child?" She mused aloud. "A real child."

Ryuuzaki didn't even bat an eyelash. "Why wouldn't we?" Yes, my Second Kira, why wouldn't we? Afraid I won't live long enough to procreate a child with you?

She bit her lip, thinking on how exactly to phrase it. "Well, it's like this: there's a barrier hiding both of our true intentions. You don't really trust me, and I feel the same."

He nodded, busy in his thoughts. So you admit there's a secret you're hiding. Hm. I thought as much, my second Kira. But worry not, I've already figured it out.

"Ryuuzaki!"

He was jerked rudely out of his wonderings. "Hm, sorry, I must have zoned out. Did you say something?"

Misa paced the room, raking her hands through her hair occasionally. "Yes. Baby. Would we have one? And don't just agree, I can tell when you're lying."

He paused awkwardly. "Um, no...?"

"RYUUZAKI!"

"What?! You said not to agree. I was doing what you asked."

She sighed irritably. "This is hopeless," she grumbled, hiding her face from him.

Ryuuzaki found this mildly interesting. One minute she was ready to kill him, the next she was asking if they'd ever reproduce.

"I've already said yes, Misa," he responded slowly. "Why must you take that for granted? I'm not lying, or can't you tell?"

The girl in question gritted her teeth at the camera. "You're a jerk."

He nodded understandibly. "Yes, I daresay, I must agree. However, Love, you're not difference. If I'm a jerk, you must be the brat that completes me."

Misa laughed giddily, pleased at the latter statement. "Okay, I'm the brat, you're the jerk. Our child would be a berk..."

"Or a jrat," he chimed in.

She laughed. "Yes, your child can be a jrat. Let mine just be human enough with you as its father."

He shrugged his shoulders non-committally. "Fair enough. But, you'd be lucky if they inherited my intelligence. Ooh, maybe you'll have twins. You brainwash one and I'll protect the other!"

Misa found this amusing, and laughed at him as Ryuuzaki rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

He was glad she was happy with the knowledge that they'd be parents one day.

No, Ryuuzaki realized gradually. He'd never have a child with Misa.

They were water and oil. Never meant to mix. And they wouldn't.

We couldn't even if we wanted to.