Misa-Misa LOVES You! <3

Misa whimpered, curled up into a little ball on her silk-sheet laden bed. But, for some shitty reason, the feel of smooth fabric against her skin (barely covered by her nightshirt and underwear) didn’t help at all.

She cried softly, sniffing heavily every few moments and wincing at how much it hurt to do so. Just breathing hurt… So, instead of caring about what she looked like, she decided not to sniff anymore and spent more time trying to not think of the pain.

‘Happy things… think of happy thinks, Misa-chan…’ she chanted in her head unhappily, whimpering softly every time she breathed too deep or too quickly. It hurt so much and she couldn’t focus…

She resisted the urge to sob, knowing that it would only hurt more…

Period cramps suck…

…

L curiously watched the monitor that showed Misa’s bedroom. Normally, Misa would be up and about, exited as ever, doing something in her confinement to keep herself entertained. And she was quite good at that. Last week, she made new curtains for herself out of shirts and pants she didn’t want any more. Quite entertaining, oddly enough.

No, but instead of acting as she normally did, she had confined herself to her bed, wrapped up in silk sheets in the fetal position, her black blanket having been shoved off with her feet. Her body quivered every so often, but it was hard for L to see her face, due to the sheets. It took a bit of tinkering with the angels of the security cameras and the zoom option to actually discover that Misa…

Was crying.

L blinked in confusion, chewing on his fingernail with more focus than usual. He tilted his hand, instead going on to nibble at the flesh.

Why was Misa in such pain?

He blinked those wide eyes of his, watching Misa intently as he thought. His gaze soon shifted, however, to the brunette beside him.

Two nights ago, L had gotten a full night’s sleep (Matsuda was sick at home) and, as a direct consequence, had been full awake and active the next night, much to light’s distress. The darker-haired male had kept Light up the entire night, and he knew Light was feeling it today.

Light was flopped on the desk, drooling face planted on the keyboard of his laptop. And, by how many random letters had been repeated for the past few hours, L could easily deduce with a simple equation (taking in Light’s sleeping patterns and the amount of disturbances around [Matsuda was STILL sick]) that Light was going to be asleep for much longer.

So, L decided that it would be safe to leave light here as he went to check on Misa and solve his newest little mystery. He decided against taking light, because he knew that Light’s temper would get the better of him, and that even though he would be groggy, L would probably get a black eye and something broken.

So, as L unhooked the handcuff from his own wrist, he made sure to be quieter than usual. He hooked it onto his own chair, knowing that Light would have trouble getting around (even though the chances of him even getting up were less than four percent) with a rolling chair attached to him.

He made sure to grab his cup of tea on his way out of the main room and towards the elevator. He, however, didn’t take a drink yet, not wanting to have to stop to avoid spilling it.

When L arrived at Misa’s room, he didn’t knock. He never knocked. This building was basically his giant, over-sized, horizontally-challenged house, so he retained the right to barge into any room he pleased. He just unlocked the door with his card-key and entered.

Misa just looked over to L, not moving her head and barely opening her eyes. She didn’t even greet him. If she did move in any way, her spine would move, then her ribs would move, then her insides would move and then they would nudge her ovaries and BAM. Another burst of very unwanted pain.

She wanted to wipe her face, but she decided against it. Ryuuzaki/L always looked worse than her, so he probably wouldn’t care.

"Misa…" L started as he walked towards her, stopping next to her bed. He examined her face carefully, taking in every aspect he couldn’t, using the monitors and security cameras.

"You look gross," he suddenly declared, sticking out his tongue and furrowing his eyebrows in a disgusted gesture.

The death-glare Misa gave made L want to guard his crotch.

"erm… I-I mean… You don’t look so good, Misa-chan. Are you feeling well?" L quickly corrected, shifting uncomfortably and scooting away just a bit. He relaxed immensely when Misa stopped glaring at him to instead change her expression to a pained on.

"No… misa’s tummy hurts…" Misa told childishly, hating how nasally her voice sounded at the moment.

L paused for a moment, reaching his hand up to gently nibble on his sugar-sweetened thumb. He paused, looking up at the ceiling, then to Misa’s crumpled form, outlined by her silk sheets. His mind wandered for a moment, observing her curves and barely covered skin. He then blinked, eyes stopping on her stomach, which she was clutching unhappily.

"…Are you bleeding from the vagina, Misa-chan?" L asked, still sounding so oddly innocent, despite how disturbing his statement was.

Misa just stared…

L blinked, waiting for her answer. He, obviously, was not even slightly perturbed by his question and the situation in general.

""umm… y-yes… Misa answered softly, whimpering softly at the feeling of her own voice irritating her cramps once more.

L hummed softly as he thought, glancing down at his tea. He set the rim of the delicate China tea-sup against his lips and tilting it slightly to take a sip. He almost spilt it when he tasted it, it incredibly bitter. Well, to him it tasted incredibly bitter, anyways. He grimaced at the barely-sweetened liquid, resisting the urge to flee and find some muffin to wash down this gross taste… He then had an idea, watching the reddish liquid twirl slightly in the rounded cup.

"Trey this, Misa-chan." L told softly, leaning down even further to hold out the cup of warm red-raspberry tea to the blonde.

Misa examined the elaborately decorated cup suspiciously, too weak to raise an eyebrow or really protest at all.

"It will help with your pain," L explained, owlish eyes immediately noticing the look.

Misa whimpered loudly as she attempted to move to take the cup from Ryuuzaki, believing Ryuuzaki. Or at least hoping he was right. After all, he wouldn’t give her something that would hurt worse… right?

L frowned slightly as he observed her pain, holding the cup to her lips so she wouldn’t have to move much once more. He tilted it slightly when she looked ready, Misa drinking half of the small cup. He pulled it back, setting it on her dresser. She could have this cup of tea. Besides, it was too bitter for L.

He turned back to Misa when she pawed at his free hand, already dozing off as the pain started to fade. He smiled when he saw that the pain was starting to go away, and even blushed slightly when she clung to his long, piano-fingers with her much smaller digits.

"Thank you, Ryuu-kun…" She thanked happily, voice soft from sleepiness instead of pain. She was blushing vaguely, bright blue eyes hazy from the coming sleep...

L smiled, a bit of a blush spreading across his cheeks as well, creating an obvious contrast to his raven hair.

He leaned down even further, to Misa's low set bed, placing his other hand on the edge of the bed, coated in silk sheets. He relaxed slightly, feeling the material against his skin. It gave hi a bit more confidence to lean down and place a light kiss on Misa's forehead.

He pulled back, finding Misa had her eyes closed that her rosy lips, almost the color of her bright cheeks, were pulled into a cute smile.

"Sleep well, Misa-chan..." he told softly, brushing a bit of hair from her face before pulling away, Misa's delicate and soft fingers losing their grip on L's thin wrist as she fell asleep...

L made sure to turn off the lights as he exited, the door clicking shut behind him and beeping softly to indicate it had locked once more. He continued back upstairs, the light blush not fading from his cheeks.

...

Hours later, when L's gaze returned to Misa's monitor, he was happy to find that the lights were on and Misa was up and about, talking to a friend as she put together another outfit.

He was even happier to see that the delicate china cup was empty and was being used as a paper-weight for a sheet of paper with a large, red heart drawn onto it...

Misa loved L.

She truly, truly did.

She just wanted him to always want her...

She loved how he would hold her so tightly and warmly, like she was going to leave forever if he let go. She loved how he would kiss her, his sweet lips so warm and soft against her own, despite the bitter desperation that worked it's way into his every action... And she loved how he would make love to her, as if she was the last thing he could hold onto in this cold, dark world....

He would treat her so carefully and sweetly. So softly... He wanted her to be with him forever. He wanted her to love him as much as he loved her...

Misa loved L, but she knew that she couldn't be with him because she knew that if she was with him, then his desperation for her would be gone, and she would be unimportant once more...

When L first started the Kira case, he had the proper mentality for a detective of his caliber. Emotionless to the people involved with the case. Not making any attachments and only sacrificing what was needed. But L had a weakness for the innocent, like any human would. Innocent lives shouldn't be sacrificed to catch a criminal, no matter how extreme. It was just... wrong...

The deaths of innocent people that got in the way of Kira was actually the real reason he took this case so seriously. The unexplained deaths of the criminals caught his attention and expertise, but his effort had been caught by the deaths of all those people and Lind L. Taylor. Yes, the man was a criminal, but in the eyes of the uninformed world, he was an innocent live. So, by killing the L Stand-in, Kira showed that he had no problem killing an innocent person.

That was what made L put his effort into this.

L felt miserable for weeks after discovering the deaths of those FBI agents. He never got over that, the sacrifice having been the only one that extreme he had ever made in a case.

But this was the Kira case, so it was expected.

L was even ninety percent sure he would die on this case...

So, L trudged on through his case, making as little sacrifices as possible. Even the deaths of Raye Penber and Naomi Misora affected him greatly. Like they were really his fault...

When L first saw the picture of the teen known as Light Yagami, L knew that he was Kira. Everything fit so flawlessly, tied off with a bright red bow for the police and innocent lives around the world.

But no. For one, the people around him doubted him. It was unlike his to make assumptions. They needed hard evidence, even though the perpetrator was staring them in the face...

So, L put together an elaborate plan to catch light Yagami, even going as far as setting up security cameras and meeting him face to face...

It was when the Second Kira came around that L truly felt frightened and angry...

It was then that he truly knew that this case was going to kill him. He just had to leave enough for his successors to catch Kira after his death...

He even scrounged up enough evidence to have Misa, the Second Kira, put in confinement for L to gather even more evidence.

And after that, even Light gave a sort of confession and was put into confinement as well.

But something happened that L had never experienced before. When the two people, much younger than he himself, were confined, they were Kira's. Most defiantly.

But sometime during their confinement... they became innocent. Somehow, they were no longer Kira's. This was even proved later on, with the continued death of criminals and the stunt Soichiro pulled off quite well.

They, in L's mind, became innocent lives that he had to protect...

But, somewhere along the way, the deviant look of "I Know Something You Don't Know" appeared in both Light and Misa's eyes once more. They seemed to tease him with this fact, plotting out his inevitable death effortlessly... Misa teased him with fake love, her mischievous nature showing in her eyes. Even Light tempted him, holding L's inevitable demise above his head as if Mistletoe when they kissed...

And L knew that they were the Kira's once more.

The only reason he didn't arrest them then and there (especially with the overwhelming coincidences that could easily be considered facts right now) was that...

He had fallen for the two. Misa was beautiful and kind and Light was the only one who was his equal in terms of intelligence. He hoped that Light and Misa hadn't becoming the Kira's once more. He denied it, in his mind. He wanted the two innocent loves of his life to be human... The people he had fallen for were supposed to be human...

But as he died, he knew that he was wrong...

People aren't human.

L wanted Misa.

He wanted her more than anything he had even known in his life.

She was beautiful like nothing else, shining brighter than the star she quested to become in the worlds almighty eyes and judgement. She wasn't a genius, but she was clever. She had quite a large assortment of toys in her bag of tricks. She knew her way through the little nooks and crannies of the world, knowing just where to go for what she needed. She was a trickster, hiding what she truly was from the world: her mischievous nature rarely shown in those pretty blue eyes of hers...

She was all L wanted, wrapped up in a pretty blonde bow.

But she would never want him. She was in love with Light, his enemy... His first friend...

L felt betrayed, but he knew it had nothing to do with him. It was all Light and Misa's doings. They wanted each other, and he had no part in such affairs...

But when he heard Light cared nothing for Misa, he wished he had solid evidence on Light more than anything. He wanted to lock him away forever, in an attempt to protect Misa.

How DARE he mock his angel, calling her such names out of irritation! How could he be so cruel to someone who loved him, who adored him so? It hurt his stomach to think of such things.

L thought back now, remembering when he had first met Misa. Sure, he had heard of her, and he had always been his favorite female model, but to meet her in person was like a fanboy's dream coming true.

Well, 'till it shattered around him.

For now, however, he just cherished the light touches and contact he received from her. She just declared him a pervert whenever he tried to get close, his heart breaking when she clung to Light so happily, despite his hate for her...

He wanted to whisk her away to where they could be happy together, but he knew that was entirely out of question. It was based on no form of logic whatsoever. She even seemed creeped out by him when he told her that he could fall for her. Of course, he already had, but he didn't need them knowing of such a weakness.

Not only was it illogical, it was irresponsible. Misa was supposed to be The Second Kira. She could kill anyone with just their face, and letting them know of his weakness would only give them yet another advantage over him.

When had he become so weak?

Sometimes, however, he decided to ignore logic, spoiling her in her new confinement at the Headquarters and giving subtle signs of his love for her. But, he had a sharp mind and knew she wanted nothing to do with him. He, however, couldn't help but hope that was untrue, especially when she teased him with a kiss to his cheek...

She was the trickster, and L could see her mischievous nature shining in her eyes. And as she turned to Light, he couldn't help but want her even more...