Today's the 9th, so here's the 46 chapter. Sorry for the wait.
Chapter forty-six- Day one: part four.
L glared distastefully at the torture devices Misa had left him with. Maybe he'd need help, after all. He sighed softly before shedding his top and slipping a hot pink tee on.
"I have one of the shirts on," he informed her from inside the changing room.
He knew for a fact Misa wore a large beam on her face. "Good. Try some pants on, too. That way, I'll see what you look like with both of them together," she said. He did as he was told, slipping on black jeans and opening the door to reveal the result. Misa laughed as he slumped in his newfound fashion statement.
"You look so cute!" She gushed.
He fiddled with the top uncomfortably. Misa found it insanely cute. "No, I look like B. Can I change back now?" He whined.
Her eyes narrowed curtly. "No," she replied. "Be a good boy and put the next outfit on. Try the blue jeans this time."
His face remained completely passive, though it was not the way he felt. "This is silly, Misa. They fit me perfectly."
She was unconvinced and wasn't trying to hide it. "Really? Cause they look a bit big on you," she pointed out smartly.
"I shop a size up so I can grow into them. I avoid shopping at all costs if I can help it, and it's strategic to do so. I despise shopping."
Misa laughed into her hand over his childishness. "I can see that," she managed to say, before continuing, "But why? It's shopping, L, not the end of the world."
He scratched the back of his neck as teens bustled around the store cheerily. "It might as well be," he countered. "Besides, I don't do well around crowds, teenagers, girls, or people in general."
"Poor boy. How do you manage?" She teased before pointing to the changing room door. "I want to see that swingy object closed and magically opened with you standing on the other side with a new outfit on for me."
He silently did so without complaining. It'd just go over her head anyway. He decided to compliment the trousers with a dark sweater and the black top she liked. He hated it. All of it. He stepped outside and scowled. Misa clasped her hands together. Her eyes went wide and she nodded eagerly. "Yes. Just... yes. I've got to buy it."
L crossed his arms over his chest. "No you don't. I'm changing back into my old clothes."
"Skinny jeans. Now," she growled.
The Second Kira in Misa was emerging and she was freakin' scary. L made a mental note to be nicer to her from now on. Sometimes. Not at work.
He thought it over and finally relented. "Fine. But this is the last one. I don't think I can take any more of this."
Misa rolled her eyes and moved her hand to her mouth to resemble speaking into a walkie-talkie. "To all criminals of the world: the simple way to defeat L is to take him shopping. Do that and he's down. I repeat, take this boy shopping."
She moved her hand away and mocked a frown. "Hm, I don't think they heard me."
L managed a half smile as he admitted, "The percentage of you being the Second Kira is now 99%. And yet, I can't decide whether I hate your guts or want to marry you."
Misa scowled. "I am not Kira. And of course you can't. I am baffling," she agreed thoughtfully.
To that, he muttered, "That's a bit of an understatement," as she threw her hands dramatically into the air.
"I just can't win with you, can I?!" Her yelling brought a few peoples' curious gazes towards them. Several did double takes when they caught sight of the young idol.
It was a small gasp that set off a disastrous chain reaction. Fangirls and boys of all ages rushed towards the Japanese beauty.
L cowered as they were surrounded by the eager fans. Misa almost went into hysterics at the caged look in his eye.
He really doesn't like crowds, she mused thoughtfully to herself.
She was terrible for thinking it, but then, she wasn't a good person to start with.
Misa signed as many autographs as she could after a five year old girl magically produced a pen from thin air. Miss didn't even have time to ponder where it'd come from.
"Misa, please hurry. I think I'm starting to have a panic attack," L whined barely audible for her to hear. But she did hear.
Things could only get more hectic. And, indeed, they did. L knew they were in trouble when the paparazzi burst through the doors. Misa shrieked and hid her face as they swarmed her, asking ridiculous questions about a baby that was not coming.
"Misa, who's the father?" One yelled at her.
L knew hades would ensue when she visibly tensed, quit hiding her face, and put her hands on her hips in a "Let's get down to business," fashion. "No one. How many times do I have to tell you; I'm not pregnant?!" She retorted as he snapped a shot of her defiant face.
Front page stuff. Man, what a pay raise he'd get. Instead of heeding her honesty, he chose to ignore the entire lecture. He smirked at her in a way that showed he thought he knew something she didn't.
"Right. Then you don't mind telling us who the father is?" He pushed.
This succeeded in ticking her off further. Misa opened her mouth to fry him, but he had already caught sight of a disgruntled L.
Cha-ching. Aloud, he said, "Such nice genetics from such a beautiful mother. So how did they ever get mixed up with this monster's?"
L's eyes snapped to meet his. He spoke in a low voice. "I can assure you, Sir, I am the father of no one. And any future children I may spawn, I feel the deepest pity for. But alas, Misa speaks the truth. She is not pregnant, nor are her husband and her trying."
The reporter smirked haughtily. "And how would you know that?"
He set the trap. However, L didn't fall into it.
"As a good friend of the family, yes, I would know. It was a idiot who created that rumor, and a idiot who believed it."
The man scratched his chin as he thought L's logic over. He had to be lying. "You speak so bluntly," he said finally. "I don't suppose the supporting public would agree with your argument?"
"I am not the supporting public, whereas the public in general would disagree with my statement. Mankind lacks the ability to admit their stupidity," L answered with narrowed eyes. Something was off about this guy. Too pushy, even for a reporter. Friction caught in L's brain and he recognized the style immediately.
So he's a private detective. No doubt Light sent him. No. I shouldn't jump to conclusions. There are a mass number of people that could be responsible. I am merely not without enemies.
"Kid, you have yet to answer the question," the detective snapped L back to reality.
The young detective spoke coldly. "Haven't I? I'm sorry. I wasn't aware that it was the media's business if a simple man and a simple woman wished to have a child. Why shouldn't a nice girl like Misa get her privacy from time to time? And should Misa have a baby, does she deserve the public and their cameras shoved in her face?"
Misa's eyes shot towards the calm man. That was a Ryuuzaki move, if she knew one. Is L Ryuuzaki? And if so, does that mean I'm married to L? She wondered, falling even faster into the vast insanity that held her psychological relm together.
The logic was scary. But full of holes. There was evidence that he was Ryuuzaki and evidence against that theory. The question was which one was the correct answer? Neither? Neither Nor? Both?
Nope.
The reporter man was speaking again. "Freedom of the press," he sited.
L almost rolled his eyes at the guy. What an amateur... "Yes, I suppose in this case, it is. However, there is a difference between asking true questions and recording the true answers than warping the star's answers to start trouble for the individual and their homelife. Whoever started the rumor that Misa is pregnant, I'm sure I've already said, is an idiot. Scum with nothing better to do with their life. Thank you. That will be all."
Misa, who had zoned out in wonder at his defense, jerked back into reality at the sudden feeling of contact when he grabbed her arm and started pulling her out of the store. She tensed momentarily before recognizing L's brutal strength.
"Come on. I'm done with shopping," he hissed under his breathe.
Misa could only agree. "Next time I'll wear a wig," she murmured.
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I think... they stole the clothes. Maybe they left money? IDK. Maybe I'll have them be arrested in the next chapter. What do you think? More fillers!