Chapter fifty-three- Change: Part two.
It happened slowly, but finally Misa's mind cleared up. And she returned back to her amnesiac self. She almost instantly was confused. Last time she'd checked, she'd been inside the taskforce room.
"Light, what are we doing here? Where's Ryuuz- I mean L?"
Her ex smiled fondly at her. He laughed carefreefully like she were a child who'd passed him a handful of mud. "He's inside. I wanted to give you something."
"Give me something?" The words sounded alien on her tongue. His personality didn't quite match up with the cold one he'd taken while they were dating.
To all credibility, while Kira glared from the inside, Light was the perfect gentleman. "Yes, Misa. Don't sound so surprised."
He shook his head wryly.
"But that's not like you, Light," she said. He held out the package to her. She eyed it and pursed her lips. "I... can't take it. I'm with Ryuuzaki now."
Inwardly, Kira rolled his eyes and grabbed the pathetic twit by the throat. Outwardly, he shook his head with a perfectly executed grin. "Not like that, Misa. It's a gift to honor our friendship. It's my congratulations to the happy couple."
Relief spread through the pale girl. This part was crucial to the plan. Light knew what was coming and braced himself for the imminent impact. She crushed him close to herself and squeezed. Tightly. In a Misa-grip. "Wow! Thanks, Light!"
The mass murder paused momentarily. "One more thing, Misa."
A catch? She should've known. It was her turn to be suspicious of his intentions. "Yeah?"
"Don't open it until you get home. L knows I've been planning on buying this for you for a while and I've made him promise not to tell you what it is."
He pulled away from the embrace and nodded. He pulled her forward by her chin and threw a kiss on her forehead to tick off L. "Okay, behave yourself, Little One."
He left and she fingered the place he'd kissed. Little One? If one's lover is the significant other, who is truly the pathetic other? Is that what I've become?
I'm 89% sure she is the Second. And even if Misa isn't Kira, I'm quite jealous your son's alone with my wife."
Ryuuzaki's gaze never left the screen. He was searching for the key part of Kira's newest ploy. No one was perfect. Not even Light. There'd be a faint trail left behind by him, in the very least.
"Ryuuzaki," Matsuda gasped. "You made a joke!"
The dark haired male could have rolled his eyes. He might have been a bit weird with all the wacky quirks he possessed, but he was still human. "Yes, Matsu," he quipped. "Humans joke to relieve tension, do they not?"
"Uh-Um, yes!"
The head detective activated one of his strange quirks as they spoke, fingering chapped lips. Matsuda started chattering, but it all faded into the background around him.
L sat alone in a whitewashed room he'd seen a hundred times. There was only two objects in the plain room. The chair he sat on and the mirror that hung on the wall across from him.
Inside the mirror, lingered a perfect reflection. A reflection who moved on his own and shared his own thought and opinions. This was the only place he could truly think without the pitiful interruptions of the outside world.
His eyes narrowed at the reflective self. He wore the same face and messy hair. He even mastered the same emotionless mask. The only outward differences was the black colored shirt he was wearing and the piece of cake sitting on the plate that laid on his lap. L was instantly jealous.
"You look like B," the real-world version of the detective scolded him.
The reflection shrugged cold shoulders. "So what? Misa's right. Black really does our body justice."
L ignored him. "Why are you here?" He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. To be skeptical of your reflection! Even the wackiest whackjobs would have questioned his sanity level.
The reflection bit into a piece of cake. L could almost taste the tangy strawberries he knew were drizzled all over the dessert. "It's simple. You called," the stranger droned.
"I called?" He scowled at himself.
"Yes. Called. Don't act all high and righteous with me, Lawliet. Keep in mind I am you. Well, the other side of you."
"Other side?"
Ryuuzaki rolled his eyes. "Did you forget the person you're pretending to be to perserve your life? That's cold, even for you, L. I think I should be hurt somewhat."
"Apologies, Ryuuzaki." He responded sarcastically. "Now could you hurry up and get to the point?"
Ryuuzaki smirked. He enjoyed toying with his other self almost as much as Misa. "See what you put others through?" He teased, still continuing off topic. "You force people to listen through your endlessly long lectures for you to simply come to a single conclusion. It's a wonder they continue to listen to your lectures when they know you'll end them so pathetically simple."
"Why are you here?"
Ryuuzaki rolled his eyes. "I told you, you called me. And don't act like you don't remember why. We both know you occasionally need some intelligent conversation."
L huffed. "Fine. I have a theory I need tested out. You know how this works."
Ryuuzaki snorted. "That does seem to be the understatement. What's the theory?"
No more sarcasm or rude comments. Down to business.
"Misa is very obviously the Second Kira. I believe there may be a third Kira on the loose, however. You've seen the same evidence I have. Do you see any flaws or plotholes in this hypothesis?"
Ryuuzaki began to scratch his chin and froze. "No, I agree. Misa's intellectual failure fits the bill of the Second." Somebody yelled L's name. "Uh-oh, looks like you're being called, Lawliet. Better answer them."
In a vicious flash, the floor was ripped apart and L watched the mirrored image of himself fall through the space into the vast nothingness below.
Harsh eyes left the screen briefly to glare at the interruption. Matsuda pointed out the interaction going on on the screen. "You zoned out, Ryuuzaki. Light just gave something to Misa."
A blazing fire ignited in the pit of his stomach. So that's how he was planning on winning his second in command back. "Did he now?" He grumbled.
Light spoke inaudibly on the screen. The detective's eyes narrowed the moment Misa pulled his enemy into a hug. He got the feeling his nemesis was smiling.
"Well played, Light. Well played," he muttered under his breathe.
"Did you say something, L?"
"No. Do me a favor, Matsuda, and break the lovebirds apart."
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but a hell where L was ticked off... Envy was not a great trait to see on such a cool man.
"Don't bother. Looks like the lovefest's already over."
True enough, Light had extracted himself from Misa's arms. The serial killer walked away from the teen idol a moment later. She brushed a hand over her forehead and L noticed her cheeks visibly colored. Another bowl of jealousy was served him along with a cup of rage to wash it down.
He couldn't help but applaud Light's cunning.
The moment the serial killer reentered the room, he played the ruse off to perfection. But what would you expect from another intelligent individual? It was almost a crime within itself that he'd been blessed with sugh a brilliant brain. People were dying because of it.
"Glad you're back, Light," L remarked. "There's a third Kira on the loose and we can't afford to be fighting over a woman at this point."
Kira blanched. The plan needed to be activated NOW.
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