Chapter thirty- Game, set, match.
Light Yagami, a.k.a. Kira, sat in his room, at his desk. He stared vaguely down at a magazine he was pretending to read. He slowly turned around as he sensed the shinigami drawing near. "I presume you've succeeded in persuading Misa, Rem. May I have it?"
He outstretched his hand and Rem resisted the urge to tell him off. She hesitantly handed it over, a scowl apparent on her face. "I hope you know what you're doing, human," she spat just to remind him of his ungodly status.
He shrugged simply. "Misa was weak. Weak is useless to me. Takada worships Kira. She and Mikami are perfect for the job. And unlike Misa, they don't get in the way. Take this to Takada now, Rem."
She narrowed her eyes carefully. "What makes you think I will, after what you've done to Misa?"
Light rolled his eyes. He really had no time for her crazy dramatics today. "Well, if you don't, you'll never see Misa again."
"I could see Misa again."
He scoffed at that. "Oh yes, you plan to show up at her door and make her remember you? That'll go over well, especially with L living in the same house. At least my way, she'd get the Death Note back eventually."
"You seem to think I want Misa to have the Death Note. Has it occured to you, Light Yagami, that I want her to be where she is? Why should I let you drag her back into this now?"
"Because I make Misa happy, Rem. You know it as well as I do."
Rem seemed to be thinking it over. "How do I know you're not lying, human? Your kind always spin their words."
Light rolled his eyes. "And how long are you willing to bet Takada will be alive? Like Misa, she's annoying. Mikami will blindly follow me perfectly, so he can live. But the moment Takada outlives her usefulness, she's dead."
"Even if that's true, why would I want to help you? If Takada outlives her usefulness, as you say, I'm guessing the world would be free of crime. Why would you want Misa to have it back?"
Light shrugged. "It's simple really. Misa's has nice physical genetics. She's also not the complete idiot she let's everyone believe she is. Those attributes combined with my intelligence would leave us with the perfect heirs, when I die."
"Heirs?" Rem was completely puzzled. She finally caught on, roaring at the realization. " A BABY FACTORY?! That's what you're planning on using her as!"
Even Ryuk winced at that, though he said nothing.
Not quite. It's purely rivelry, he noted to himself. 50% of a child's genes comes from its mother and 50% from its father. If it picks up Misa's features like I suspect it will, she'll have a little scandal on her hands. Besides, when I give her the Death Note back, she'll fall helplessly at my feet. But for now, I can't allow her to confess to Ryuuzaki. I've come way too far to give up now. The new world WILL rise and I'll be its god.
"Call it what you like, but I'll be doing Misa a favor. She's still hung up on me."
Not when I last saw her, Rem snarkily thought to herself. She hated your guts more than I do. But I'm catching up pretty quickly.
"Fine," Rem forced herself to say through clenched teeth. "I'll take this to Takada. But if this alternate ending happens as you believe it will, I will personally kill you myself. Misa deserves to be happy and she won't be with you."
"Heirs. That's all I want. She can keep her fake husband. All I want are her genetics."
"Takada could provide nice enough genetics," Rem tried to sway him. "She's almost a genius. I don't see why you prefer Misa's over her's. You don't even like Misa. Why her's?"
Light rubbed his temple with his fingers. "Because Misa's stupid and she'll do what I want. I'd have more of a challenge with Takada, even if she does worship me. Besides, I think even with Misa's brain cells, they'll have enough decent brain cells from their father that their decreased intelligence will still eclipse Misa's by hundreds."
Light took a brief moment to bask in his glory. Game, set, match.
Rem had other ideas. You're right. Misa will have children. It's my job to make sure you're not the father. That Ryuuzaki is.
"Sorry that took so long," Misa apologized, coming back into the room. "Misa forgot why she even went in there, in the first place. Pretty silly of her, huh?"
L resisted the urge to frown upon hearing her words. Even he had to admit her forgetfulness was out of character for her. "Are you sure you're not sick?" He asked, obliviouly concerned for the wayward model.
She waved him off with a giant grin. "No, I'm fine. Although, it IS getting a little cold in here. Do you mind if I turn the temperature up?"
"No, go ahead."
She got up and turned it up past 60. She smiled after the deed was done. "Well, that's done. Oh, your plate is empty. Do you want more cake or something else?"
L was sitting down in his usual, awkward position. Misa seemed to noticed it for the first time, with a slight frown. "Do you always sit like that?"
He hugged his legs closer to himself, and pressed his thumb to his lips like how a child would. "Yes, I do. If I sat normally, even just once, my deductive-reasoning skills would decrease by a factor of 40%."
Misa's mouth opened in weird disbelief. "That's insane! You can't possibly believe that's true," she tried to reason to no effect.
"But it is. In my profession, one must be the best he can be. That's also why I prefer sweets and fruits to normal dinners and lunches. I've also found it makes one sweeter to talk to."
She rolled her eyes at the hidden jest. "Haha, you're so funny. I've told you once, and I'll tell you again, I will not eat sweets all day. I like meals not snacks."
"Is that so? I don't recall you ever telling me such a thing. Mistaking me for Ryuuzaki again, are we?" It was a low blow, and he knew it.
As expected, she paled at the implication. She stuttered out weakly, "I-Um- I... don't know how to respond to that."
"Why's that, I wonder? It's okay, though, Love. I find it rather ironic that you can barely stand me and yet keep mistaking me for Darling Dearest."
Misa felt her cheeks heat up at the mention. "If you're insinuating that I'm unconsciously classifying you as my lover, you can drop that claim right now. I love one man, and ONE man only."
He sipped his tea pleasantly. "Fraid I can't attest to that, Darling. You've got Yagami after you, Ryuuzaki, I myself, of course. We're all running to that finish line, hoping for first place."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Ryuuzaki's already won. Give it up. And Light Yagami is ancient history."
Ryuuzaki cocked his head in pleasant surprise. Light ancient history to Misa? "Oh, is that so? I wonder why that'd be."
"Let's just say that jerk's not what I thought he was," she answered gradually.
Ryuuzaki could've cracked a smile. "I always thought the chief's son was a reasonable fellow. Am I not right in this assumption?"
"No. No, you're not. He's a cheater. And a lowlife. And I wish I'd never met him!"
Look at that, the second Kira's getting fed up with her boyfriend. Has she awoken to his lies? Does she understand the consequences of her actions, if she gets caught? I wonder what's going through her head.
L slowly unfolded his legs and got up."I should be taking my leave now. I've got a long drive ahead of me. I want to get home before dark. You have my number. Call it if you need anything."
She nodded and walked with him to the door, opening it for him. He moved to go out it, but she moved quicker, pulling him to her chest. The hug completely took him by surprise.
He felt his eyes gradually soften in serenity in his comfortable position in her arms. "I could actually fall for you," Misa heard him whisper. She got the feeling he was saying it more to himself than to her.
She released him, frowning slightly. "Let's not go that far." She offered, "But you could maybe be a friend of mine. Would that be okay?"
He readily agreed, "Yes. So now I've gained another friend. Between you, Ryuuzaki, and Light, that'd be three more than I ever expected of having."
She smile cheerfully at him, taking his hands, and dancing around with him. "Let's all be friends together!" She trilled delightedly.
L managed a slight smile. "Yay?!" He cheered.
Salute him for trying.