So, this chapter's another special (twice as long) and twice as fluffy. It's to commemorate the fact that I've reached nineteen chapters. Nineteen being my favorite number. So here's the sticky-sweet fluff we all love between these two! NO LEMONS. Cheers to LxMisa!
Chapter nineteen- Sweet-filled fluff.
Misa climbed into bed and clicked the lights off. Ryuuzaki took it as his cue to enter her room. He silently cut across the carpet in five swift strides. He slid in after her, pulling her close.
She gave a brief "Mhmm," in acknowledgement of his presence. He couldn't stop a wide smile from stretching across his face. Ryuuzaki buried his face into the back of her blonde hair contently.
Misa let out an affectionate gasp. "You're warm," he whispered to her. She flushed bright red, glad for the darkness that surrounded them.
He moved the hair off her neck with his tongue, laying a few kisses down the back of her neck to her upper back, before retracing back up. She giggled as he snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer.
He wanted nothing more than for her to turn around and claim his lips as her's. But then she'd see his face and know he was Lawliet. And more than likely, she'd kick him out of his own bed.
Ryuuzaki settled with the sound of on and off giggles as he alternated between kissing and biting her. She gasped whenever he bit, choking off abruptly any laughter.
Watari winced from his side of the house. Maybe he'd have grandkids soon enough, after all...
Ryuuzaki lick the wound over, making her groan from the residing pain, and the newly settling relief washing over her. Her head shot up as he held her. "Not so hard," she whimpered. And he apologized, feeling absolutely no remorse over it in the least.
Finally, he released his grasp on her. She fell back limply against his front. He was nothing but gentle again, carefully wrapping his arms around her and wanting her closer.
"I love you," she murmured, her back firmly molded against his chest. She felt him nod into the back of her neck.
She knew he was agreeing, but he wasn't ready to say the words just words yet. He meant to say them, just couldn't.
"I know," she promised with a grin. "You're not ready yet.
"The day you see my face, Love," he told her softly, "is the day I'll say I love you."
Misa went to sleep that night with a cheerful expression on her face, convinced she'd see him soon. Ryuuzaki could only enjoy her unconscious company for a few hours before leaving to go to work.
"Dangit!" She screamed, jerking upright. That brathole had left again already!
She angrily got dressed and flung his pillow out the window in that rage. He'd see it later and figure it out. She shook her hands in content of her job being done as Angry Wife.
She slammed the front door behind her as she she whipped her phone out, dialing a certain Mr. Manager. "Matsu, I need a ride!" She complained.
Matsuda sighed airily. "Why can't you take your car?"
She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to get it. "I got it," he snapped at her silence.
"Good. Well, anyway, I need a ride to the police station. I'm gonna find Ryuuzaki's face today. Ooh, that or spend time with L and Light, if I get bored or give up."
Misa wasn't fond of the laughter on the other side of the line. "Yeah," Matsu managed finally. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
Misa's exterior brightened right up. "Great! That's awesome, actually. Thanks, Matsu. You're not TOTALLY useless, after all!"
That caused the policeman/popstar agent to wince. He tried to make sure he voice didn't come out as pained as he felt. "Thanks, Misa-Misa."
She hung up before he could say anything more. Normally he'd be bothered, but now he had to send the message. He typed in the number.
"Watari? It's urgent. I need to speak with L this instant. Do you mind patching me through?"
There was slight delay before Ryuuzaki answered. "Yes, Matsuda? Watari said you needed something?
Matsu, tell me you haven't screwed anything up. If you have, I'll hurt you," he warned, deliberately trying to scare the older man. It was working...
"I, uh, understand that. But this is urgent."
"What is it already, Matsu?"
Matsuda squeezed his eyes shut before answering. "Code blue; the second Kira is on the hunt for you, Ryuuzaki. She's asked me to take her to the police station."
Ryuuzaki felt a calm settled over him. Yes, come to me, Kira. "That's all?" He droned. "I've known this would come up from the very start, Matsuda. I promised to put the original to justice, and I'll do the very same to the second."
L knew Matsu well enough to know he was having an inner debate about Misa. They'd all grown fond of her, really. It was almost a shame to see her go.
Ryuuzaki softened when speaking to the other man. "Look, Matsu, I know you're fond. But don't go getting attached. She's a criminal. She's-"
"Your wife," Matsuda broke in firmly. "The one you vowed to love for now and forever. And you're telling me not to get attached?"
"Matsud-" L tried, only to be cut off.
Matsu wasn't anywhere near finished. "The death penalty is what she'd get. You're telling me you're okay with that? I mean, after all the time you've spent with her? There's not even a SLIGHT attachment?"
Ryuuzaki fingered his temples, hoping to loosen his mind up to make the older man understand. "No, of course I'm not okay with this. I don't love her, but I at least I can stand having a conversation with her without wanting to blow my brains out. And yeah, I consider her a dear friend. But I'm the head of this investigation. I'll do whatever it takes to bring the Kiras down. I only ever married her to make this easier for the investigation. And honestly? To throw Light off. To see how he'd react."
Matsuda's eyes widened. "Ryuuzaki, that's evil!" He groaned. Why did he feel like he was talking to a child who had stolen his brother's toy?
Ryuuzaki shrugged on his side. "I'm evil. Besides, I'm almost 99% positive that Light's Kira. I just needed to see how he'd react when I made his plan harder. Having Misa so close has been a gamble, of course. There was always the risk of her seeing my face. Even showing up at the hospital was dangerous."
"Plus there was a high risk you could have fallen for her," his listener pointed out.
Ryuuzaki thought about it. A strange buzzing in his stomach began as he replied, "I'm not so sure. She's charming, yes. But that comes from her profession. She's used to playing the people, Matsu. You should know that better than I should."
Matsuda pouted in his perplexity. "What's that suppose to mean? I'm not sleeping with her every night. You're her husband!"
Ryuuzaki flicked the chocolate bar he'd been eating. "You make it sound like we copulate or something. We sleep in the same bed. It's just that, Matsu. No dirty intentions. No hidden desires. Call me if you actually have something to warn me about."
He killed the transmission with an irritated grunt. "Matsuda, you idiot..."
The buzzing, he realized, was his heartbeat. And it pounded in his ears. Maybe a slight attachment wasn't so far off...
Misa's brightness had not faded when Matsuda arrived. She beamed cheerfully at him and chirped out, "Morning, Matsu!"
It was another one of those moments for the confused man to wrap his head around the fact that this happy-looking girl was actually a serial killer. It seemed almost impossible. Misa was a walking definition for the saying, "appearances can be deceiving."
Ryuuzaki just had to be wrong about her. She wouldn't hurt a fly! "Ooh, Matsu, you're going past it!"
He realized she was right and cut the engine. She barely waited for him to do so before throwing herself to the pavement, already at a running pace. The doors were flung open and stares were cast her way in curiosity. It wasn't everyday a popular model came bursting through the doors.
"Can I help you, miss?" One of the men behind the counter asked.
Matsu came running up beside her, panting heavily, unlike her. "We have business with the detective L," he groaned out. "L said we could go straight up."
The men nodded, recognition of Matsu becoming apparent. "Yes, sir, you are permitted to go up. But the young miss here, what's her business with a detective?"
Misa said, "Friend," at the same time as Matsuda said, "Lover."
Both mens' eyes widened into saucers. They weren't about to deny L his "lover's" company. "Go right up then."
Misa shot Matsu a dirty look as they went up the stairs. "Lover?" She mouthed to him, fearing a camera being present to contradict Matsuda's claim.
He shrugged. "It made them let you up, didn't it? Besides, I think I could see you and L as a thing."
Misa winced. "Why does everyone keep saying that? I'm married, may I remind you?"
Her companian held the door open for the teen idol. She grinned and went through. "Yes, even so, you seem like the type of young woman to be able to tidy a slob like L. I think that's what everyone's noting. You should feel flattered. It means that everyone has confidence that, if you wanted to, you could change him."
Misa chuckled. "I think I've got my work cut out for me with one husband. I don't think I need a lover on the side. Besides, I'm loyal to Ryuuzaki til death," she lied, a brief image of Light flashing before her eyes.
But she felt a strange relief when her body morbidly made her pay for that thought. She dropped to her hands and knees and vomited. It was the payment of soul-eating guilt.
"Oh, Miss L. Are you feeling alright?" Asked a sudden voice.
She glanced up in surprise at L, who stared back down at her. Clear concern was written all over his face. She nodded, standing up. He helped ease her to her feet.
"It's not really not any of my business. If it's not rude to ask, but by all means ignore me. But could it be the tabloids are possibly correct and you're carrying your husband's unborn child?"
"I'm not knocked up!" She shrieked. "Matsuda, you tell him."
Matsu took a step forward and clearing his throat, he replied, "Misa-Misa is not pregnant, L. Rather she is... Um, are you pregnant?"
"MATSU!" Misa groaned. "No, you men read too much into it. I'm not feeling well, that's all."
Neither men looked unconvinced. "Oh, shut up," she growled.
L was the one to answer her. "Miss, we didn't say anything."
She gestured vulgarly at them. "I can hear your thoughts. They never shut up. Almost everyone downstairs was either picturing me naked or wondering if, as you've asked, I'm pregnant."
L nodded thoughtfully, supressing a teasing gale. He reminded himself that he wasn't Ryuuzaki right now, but L, the man who didn't wake up with a model beside him. "I believe it."
She glared at him and snapped, "Oh, shut up. You're no better."
L smirked devilishly. Maybe he was both a little L and Ryuuzaki right now... "Are you sure you're not pregnant? You've got the raging hormones down exceptionally. And if you really are pregnant, I'll hold your hand while you call your husband and tell him the good news."
It was a joke, but Misa wasn't laughing. "You jerk! No wonder you're lonely. I bet you don't even have a girlfriend."
He nodded triumphantly. "You're right. And that's the reason why my life is absolutely perfect. Besides who needs a woman taking up their space with all their girly crap?"
She opened her mouth to respond, but she was interrupted. "Good, you found her, L! Adu sent me up here to make sure you're girlfriend found you alright."
Matsuda winced as Ryuuzaki sent him a perplexed look. "Yep, that's right!" Matsuda chipped in, the ever amazing actor. "I was escorting miss Misa to you. Isn't that right, miss?"
Misa was quick to the take. She beamed and threw her arms around L. "Yep, you're the perfect escort, Matsu. We found him. See?"
She mentally cursed herself as she forced her lips onto his chapped ones. His eyes widened, but he pulled her closely, playing it off as a longing male. She deepened the kiss herself by wrapping her arms around his neck, and returning the heat passionately.
"Okay, thanks. That's perfect," the man began walking away, but he kept looking back at the kissing couple interestedly. Pervert.
Matsu cocked his head when they didn't release their after a few minutes. He snapped his fingers beside their faces'. "GUYS!" And then the trump card. "Misa, you're married, or did you forget?"
She gasped, pushing L away harshly. "God, Ryuuzaki, forgive me! I didn't want to. Honestly!"
L was amused by the indirect apology to him. "Why?" He asked her aloud. "I thought that was fun, even if it does leave us a little dirty."
She glared at him. "I'm married! I can't- nay, I won't be dirty. I love my husband and my husband only. No exceptions."
At seeing his furrowed eyebrow, she added, "That was wrong!"
He scratched her under the chin as though she were a cat. "Is that so? So if I did this, you would freak out?" He pushed her chin up and captured her lips hungrily.
Ryuuzaki bit her, making her moan. Matsu made no move to stop them. If Light sees them, he'll be so mad! He mused.
He grabbed her waist and arched her back, running kisses down her neck. He moved back to her lips. Ryuuzaki ran his tongue over her lips, seeking an entrance. She realized what they were doing and slapped him away. "I SAID NO!" She yelled, guilt gnawing at her.
It frayed her conscience as she panted from another man's touch. She'd liked it. Oh, but she'd liked it! What the heck was wrong with her?! Yet, his style was weirdly familiar...
Could it...? No.
"Never touch me," she hissed out spitefully. "Matsuda, let's get out of here. I want to find Ryuuzaki now."
L couldn't resist a jab. "Ooh yeah, have a make out session with another man then go find your husband to take you. I think I see the irony in this situation."
Matsuda finally moved, realizing that L was about to get a brutal beat down from his wife. "Oh yeah, Misa-Misa, let's go."
Matsuda grabbed the wrist of the fuming woman. He pulled the begrudging woman away while she fought to punch L out.
L could only smile from amusement as she did so. What a good wife he had!
Misa fumed. "I hate that man!" She screamed, jerking around to face Matsu. "And where were you?! You're suppose to stop drop-dead mad fans like him from doing that and stuff like that."
Matsu cleared his throat awkwardly. "I thought you were having fun," he admitted. "You look like you were. I've never seen you so happy. It's like I said before, I can see it."
She scoffed, wryly glaring daggers at him. "Yeah, whatever. But I'm going to find Ryuuzaki. Come with or don't. I don't care."