"Donor"

Rem stood in the bathroom like a stone pillar, guarding over the crying form at her feet.

Curled in the fetal position was Misa Amane, blond hair spilling out of her pigtails and across the tile floor. "He doesn't love me, he doesn't love me, he doesn't love me." She chanted. She looked up at her guardian, tears making her mascara run down her cheeks. "Right, Rem?"

Rem's expression never changed. "I don't know that, Misa."

"He can't." She picked herself off of the floor and stood. "I mean, we haven't had sex in three weeks."

Rem was visibly exhausted. "Is sleeping with you the only proof of his love you will accept?"

"Yes. Without sex, we're only friends. And he said we were a couple!"

"That does not indicate a lack of feelings." She cocked her head to the side for a moment. "And I doubt he enjoys mating with a skeleton." She added as she evaluated her waifish frame. When was the last time she had eaten something?

"I'm an actress, I have to be thin for my upcoming photo shoot. Light understands that."

"Light understands that you're starving yourself for attention. He's not encouraging you by ignoring you. If you want him to pay attention, eat. I may not like that human, but I agree with him on this. Starving yourself is stupid."

She ignored Rem and dug into the bag that hung dangerously over the edge of the sink. She pulled out a round, pink pillbox.

"I don't know why I keep taking these things. It's not natural. It can't be healthy for me, but Light hated condoms and made me take them."
She tossed them on the floor, then covered her eyes with her fists. "It's not fair! I've done everything for him!"

"He is very busy protecting you."

She sniffed. "You think so?" The hopeful look in her eyes made Rem want to melt at the sight. No wonder that Shinigami fell in love with her.

"I am confident."

"My poor Light has been so busy and I've been so selfish!" She leaned against the sink and kicked a striped, socked foot. "I should do something special for him as an apology."

"If you want."

"When he gets back from his meeting, he'll have a night he'll never forget."


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L daintily picked up a sugar cube and dropped it into his already-sweet tea. "Please extend my thanks to miss Amane for such quick accommodations... when she finally decides to remove herself from her room." He finished in a dry tone.

"She hasn't been herself lately."

L's soft eyes met Light's sharp brown. "Is she ill?" Those eyes... Light could barely tear himself away from them. They were entrancing, always searching. Had he not been talking with that idiot Matsuda just moments before? Such a stark contrast these people were. It was almost romantic, the differences between two innocent human beings.

He had to choose his words carefully. He knew L was searching for any clue to define the relationship between him and Misa, to see if they were still Kira. If he let on that they were seeing each other nightly, it could rouse suspicion.

Behind him, Rem stood and silently eyed the detective. Her eyes slowly traveled from L to Light, and narrowed. For a Shinigami, it was all she needed to do to get the message across. Don't forget my vow, Light.

Light spread his arms to enhance the appearance of helplessness."She's a woman. They all go through finicky mood swings. My father warned me about it. The best thing I can do is to leave her alone until she's ready to come out." He grinned inwardly. There. He knew that with all of L's quirks, the possibility of him keeping a romantic relationship was near impossible. L wouldn't question the nature of a female because Light was betting on him being too antisocial to be around women long enough to understand the truth that they had no universal habits. It seemed that he believed everything he said about women, no matter how illogical. Or almost believed, as the case may be. Sometimes he wondered if L was still a virgin...

L nodded. He didn't believe a word of it. As dramatic as Misa was, and as little as he knew about women, it was hard for him to believe that she would lock herself in her room, especially after helping the Kira case by allowing the investigators to continue operations in her own private suites. But there were other more pressing matters to brood over.

Not interested in dredging further into the unknown, he let it slide... for now. But still one question remained: Is he or is he not seeing miss Amane? He sipped his oolong tea slowly. He knew it was a minor detail, but he knew that minor details could eventually tilt the scales.

For me to suspect the both of them, and to find Light and Misa to be friends at To-Oh, is already dismal. But for the both of them to be romantically involved, that only increases the likelihood that they are indeed the two Kiras.

"Anyway," Light changed the subject, "I don't think the bombing at Kiyashi hotel was related to the Kira case."

L set down his teacup. "I came to the same conclusion, Yagami-kun." He laid his hands on his knees. "Had our location been leaked to the public, I am confident that we would have suffered more than a single bomb scare."

"That wasn't how I came to the conclusion, but it still works." Light gloated.

"Oh? Then how did you?"

"Paolo Tsuema was in the same building. He's a notorious drug trafficker who allegedly broke ties with his gang recently."

"I heard about that! He survived the bombing, too!" Matsuda shouted in excitement. "Kira got him!"

"Matsuda!" Chief Yagami hissed.

"What?" He asked, looking hurt. "I was only relaying facts."

"Thank you for that, Matsuda. However, your enthusiasm over his murder is disturbing at best." L dropped another sugar cube into the tea. It had now become a sugary sludge. He sipped it slowly, enjoying its flavor. "I still can't ignore the threats we've received by Three Tiers. It would be best if we spent a few nights here and not go home. And we should continue moving our headquarters. We can't afford to have them discover our location."

"I find it hard to believe that Kira would forgive their sins for attempting to kill the Kira Task Force."

"It is hard to believe. However, their names and faces have been released to the general populace, and Kira has yet to kill them. If anything, Kira is opportunistic." Chief Yagami added. "Kira wouldn't kill them until they succeeded in killing all of us. That I'm sure of."

Light eyed his father for a moment. He could tell where he inherited his intelligence from, but it was such a shame that he and his father weren't on equal grounds when it came to justice. Had his father supported Kira, their relationship could have waxed rather than waned.

"Yes, that would be in Kira's personality to do so. He might even use Three Tiers as an example. Gangs all over the world might take up the cause as well, thinking they can buy Kira's protection."

"If that's true," L mumbled, "Then we're in more dire straits than we originally thought."


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"Light!" Misa shouted excitedly.

Light approached with his hands in his pockets. "What is it?"

"I thought we could go out on a date tonight. Just you and me at Pocello's!" She bit her lip in excitement.

"Misa, I'm tired."

"Please! It's a great restaurant, have you been there? I made a reservation. An ocean view and live music. It'll be great!" She tugged at his arm, urging him out the door.

"No. I can't let the others know yet that we're together."

"You mean dating? Why?"

"L still suspects us. By us establishing a relationship, that will convince him further that I'm Kira and you're the Second Kira."

She wrinkled her nose. "That's stupid. Who wouldn't want to date me?" She winked and smiled. "I think it would be more suspicious if you didn't!" She teased.

"Misa," he sighed. She did have a point, but he had no desire to spend more time with the bubbly girl than he needed to. "Did you take care of Lou Mendez like I told you to?"

"Yup! I drowned him!" She smiled.

"What?"

"I learned that every Friday he went swimming at Opal Springs pool and spa." She shut her eyes and lifted her head in pride. "He drowned in the pool two hours ago."

He was barely astonished. But for Misa, this was creative. He wanted to encourage any shred of intelligence out of her. "Impressive."

"You think so? Oh, I love you!" She hugged him tightly, which he returned. "We had better go! We don't want to miss dinner!" With that, she tried to drag him out the door.

"Misa, No! I'm tired." He removed his arm from her grasp and headed toward one of the many bedrooms in the suite. "Maybe next week, that would be better." He glanced over his shoulder at her as he walked away. "Is that okay, sweetheart?" He asked in a tone that had never failed to make Misa's heart melt.

"But... I made reservations..." And before she knew it, she was alone.

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L stood in front of the large window that overlooked the city. Another person had been reported dead just hours before - an actress by the name of Lisa Lane. She had reportedly won a role in a film that Misa Amane had auditioned for. 'The blood-thirsty She-Alien from Planet Babe' was a ridiculous if not risky film that did not have very promising profit margins.

Though she had died of starvation, he couldn't help but wonder if she was responsible. He was only 5% certain that Misa Amane was the Second Kira, but could she kill by specifying starvation? He wasn't sure, but the connection couldn't be ignored.

"The plot thickens, it appears." So many questions with no answers. The only thing he was sure of was that he had to interrogate Misa again.

His eyes closed for a moment. When he opened them, they burned in protest. He arched his back in a stretch, then gracefully walked to the inviting cloth couch. He crawled on top of it and sat with his feet on the warm cushions. It wasn't often that he felt sleepy. Perhaps his insomnia would take a small hiatus?

The sense of dread washed over him. Hours of helpless unconsciousness was soon to follow. He slept so deeply during the few hours he received that nothing would wake him. He would be completely at the mercy of anyone around him.

The television ran in front of him. It was an attempt to keep himself awake, but even the television was betraying him now. He caught himself dozing off twice now. But no matter how well-disciplined he was, he could never defeat sleep.

Something caught his heavy-lidded eyes. It was Misa, caught off guard at a dinner table. His eyes drooped again. That was of no consequence. He saw her every day. Wait. She was on the television. Tonight! This was the news!

He struggled to keep his eyes open. I must see this! He struggled to rouse himself to no avail. I need to see her reaction to know if she is responsible for Lisa Lane's death!

Misa was what he liked to call an 'open book.' She was so easily readable due to her honesty. It was a quality that he could fall head over heels for.

It appeared that her lonely dinner had been cut short by a flurry of photos and microphones. A champagne flute had been knocked over in the excitement. Voices were coming from every direction. She looked as though she felt dizzy.

"Miss Amane! Miss Amane! What do you have to say about Lisa Lane's death?"

The Microphone was passed to her. She looked like a deer in the headlights. "Huh?"

"We understand that she won the audition for an upcoming movie. What do you think your chances are for landing the role now that your competition is dead?"

She ignored the question, still confused by the earlier one. "Maria is dead?"

L watched sleepily as she was guided to her limo. Her dinner table was made for two, but there was only one person. She had barely eaten anything. And she called the late actress Maria. Clearly she had changed her name, and Misa knew of her true alias. This does not bode well for miss Amane in the Kira case. Though, she did look surprised. More than I had expected.

She's an actress, he reminded himself. She should be good at masking her true emotions and faking shock. The image of her expression replayed in his photographic memory. But no actor could pull off such a convincing - and heartbreaking - performance so perfectly.

He watched her mouth move as the car began to move. "Maria is dead?" She had repeated. More footage was to follow as promised by Sakura TV, but try as he might, he could no longer resist the sleep temptress. He fell victim to her charms and soon leaned against the arm of the chair, curled around himself, asleep.

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The next morning

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Misa stretched, rising from her king-sized bed. She rubbed her eyes and looked ahead of her where Rem stood, ever vigilant.

"Oh, Rem. I had that dream again. Where Light holds me in his arms and kisses me all over." She smiled and laid back on her bed with her eyes closed. "Then he made love to me all night." She slowly ran her hand down the length of her taught body. "It felt so real that I thought it was." She felt between her legs and sighed. "But it wasn't." She removed her hand. The lack of proof was evident. She hugged her pillow.

"When all this blows over, we can re-enact all my fantasies. And his, too!" She giggled. "Then we don't have to hide our love from L or anyone!" Her smile faded.

"I can't believe she's gone. I wonder how she died?" She figured that the news would tell her soon enough. Still, she would have preferred to be one of the first to know rather than the last.

She glanced down at her skimpy lingerie. "Eh, I don't feel like dressing. If anyone has a problem, they can leave. This is my suite, after all!"

She grabbed her pillow for comfort and plodded out of her room, hair messy and lingerie wrinkled. She caught the eye of Light and L, who were speaking in hushed tones. They both silenced at the sight of her.

"What?" She replied defensively.

"Misa, shouldn't you put something on?" Light said in a condescending tone that sounded more like a command than a question.

Her hands hit her hips. "I can dress however I want to in my suite!"

L glanced down into his coffee cup, not speaking. A telltale blush was rising from his pale neck.

"And another thing-" The television broke her train of thoughts and stream of verbage. Her head whipped to the side. She stared at the screen.

"...Passed away from heart attack yesterday. Her family members stated that despite her healthy appearance, she had suffered from anorexia, and death was directly linked to her illness. Autopsy reports have yet to confirm this. She was born Maria Gomez, a poor ..."

L watched Misa's expression change from flustered to sorrowful. No, she couldn't have been involved ... but then again, the connection ... but nobody could imitate grief so wonderfully ... But she was an actress ... The competition ... "My condolences." He uttered, watching for a reaction. The tv continued its broadcast.

"...actresses were in competition over the part, but producer Ayek has refused to divulge if she will inherit the part."

Misa's lips began to quiver. "Wh- Wh-" She stuttered. "Whe weren't comp-ppetit ... whe w-were f-f-frie-" Her eyes welled with tears, and she dropped her pillow. Her fingers hovered millimeters above her eyes.

She found herself surrounded in a warm embrace from Light. He spoke to her in hushed tones and rubbed her messy hair. "You're all right." He said. She grabbed his arms and wailed. "You're all right. You're all right with me."

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Three days later

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Misa lay almost catatonic on her bed, right hand curled over her lower lip, eyes red and puffy.

"My family is gone. I got kidnapped. Light doesn't love me. L still suspects me and Maria's dead."

"That is more reason to eat." Rem said calmly.

"I don't feel like it."

"What will make you eat, Misa?"

"I want Light to love me."

"That will make you eat? If Light sleeps with you?" For the life of her, she couldn't understand the logic of this girl.

"It would be proof that he still loves me."

Rem stared at her for a moment, then floated out in search of Light.

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Light kept his arms folded as he leaned against his window. His father was snapping his suitcase shut.

"We seem to be getting nowhere with the Kira case."

"The sharp decline in killings is most intriguing. It fell thirty percent in three days." L said, watching Light's every expression.

"Maybe he's running out of convicts."

"Matsuda..."

"I'm just trying to lighten the mood."

"As always, I thank you all for being here. I have decided that we will move our headquarters to Namani's. I will give you the keys tomorrow morning. I still don't feel comfortable with anyone going home yet."

"Yeah, Misa needs a break." Matsuda said with a worried tone.

"You're right. I think we have overstayed our welcome."

From the corner of the room, Rem bent over and whispered to Light. "Light, Misa needs you. Just one night. She won't eat otherwise." Light kept his eyes locked on the floor. You are so high maintenance, Misa... As if reading his thoughts, she continued. "I know you do not love her, but I also do not care about how you feel. If you won't spend time with her for her well being, then do it for yourself. Her eyes will be of no use to you if she's dead."

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Later that night, L began to feel the effects of insomnia yet again. He struggled to keep his eyes open. It was a never ending battle that he always lost.

He couldn't shake the coincidence of Misa's depression and the sudden decline in Kira deaths. He wanted to ask her questions, and every time he tried, Light intervened. He claimed that he was worried for her mental well-being, but the excuse didn't feel genuine.

Once again, he was curled up on the couch, preparing for a few fleeting hours of damnable sleep. He continued to try to fight his exhaustion.

He couldn't afford to fall asleep and be vulnerable - not when Kira was under the same roof, he was sure of it! There were other ways to kill him than with a heart attack. Light was human, after all. Poison, faked suicide, the possibilities were endless, and all could happen in his sleep. And yet, after all of the ominous scenarios he played about his impending doom while he slept, his body refused to remain awake.

The moon outside the large window cast a bright blue shade across his relaxed and unresponsive body. Once again, he would sleep so deeply that not even a gunshot would rouse him. His body soon fell to the side, limp.


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Light had spent the night in Misa's room. He had convinced L that he was only concerned over her emotional state, which was true. People slipped up and made mistakes when they were stressed, and he couldn't afford to let Misa make a mistake now.

They spent most of their time talking about the Kira case and which convicts to target, and to increase the death rate. Light was worried; L was beginning to suspect that Misa's obvious depression was linked. Logically speaking, if she was too unhappy to eat, she would also be too unhappy to continue using the Death Note.

She had agreed to increase the number of names tenfold. By one in the morning, she had begun to lean on him, encouraging him under the covers.

And hard as he tried, he felt no desire for Misa. She was too bubbly and too absent-minded for his tastes. He held her in his arms as she began to drift to sleep. He hoped this attention would help her snap out of it.

Once he was sure she was asleep, he laid her down. His own body began to demand for sleep. As he laid her down, her night gown was distressed. Not only did it leave little to the imagination, thin and silky as it was, but not it barely covered the curve of her feminine rump.

A small electric shock of desire run between his thighs, visual and fatigue induced. He rubbed his erection away and rolled over to sleep. She needs her sleep. Within minutes, he drifted into a light sleep.

Rem waited until she felt it was safe to emerge. From out of the shadows Rem drifted into the room.

Was it done? Did he do it? Would Misa eat now? She observed the young woman's deathly skinny frame. Her eyes narrowed. She saw no evidence of lovemaking. Not that Light was capable of such a thing - for him, it was only sex. There was only one way to find out, and she hoped neither Misa nor Light would awaken.

She felt between Misa's thighs, and found no telltale sign of sexual activity. She glared at Light, then hovered above him, a plan slowly forming inside her tentacled head.

Misa told me her dreams were so real that she's convinced every time that it happened. Her only proof of the opposite is lack of evidence. Could I ...? Would he wake up if she did? How would Misa react to that?

She didn't care about what Light thought, she already knew his reaction would be outrage. But the more she thought about the consequences of her plan, the pros outweighed the cons. If the plan failed, Light would cry foul, rape. But if it succeeded, Misa would eat again. Her mind was made up. She hovered closer to Light, intent on not waking him.


Alarm bells began to ring in Light's mind, pulling him from his shallow, guarded sleep. Someone was near and hovering right above him. The only question was who? Ryuk? No, he wouldn't. L? No, he wasn't that strange or rude. What idiot would invade Kira's personal space without thought to the consequences?

"Rem?"

She mentally cursed. Damn him! "Yes?"

"Is there a reason why you're hovering over me?"

"There is no reason."

"Then go away."

With a sneer, she faded from the wall. Fine, Light. If you won't help her, I'll find someone else to help her.

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Rem hovered into the living area of the suite, mumbling to herself. "Curse you, Light. I swore to kill you if you hurt Misa. But I can't kill you if she's hurting herself." She stopped at the sight of the sleeping human, L, the detective, and her scowl deepened.

"And curse this human for keeping Light and Misa apart. I should kill you for their misery." With the word kill, she flicked her fingers against his delicate nose.

She didn't care if he woke up to phantom attacks. Yet he failed to waken as she had expected him to. She flicked his nose again, harder. His nose twitched, but he remained asleep.

She gave him a light slap, then smiled slightly, amused. "I suppose that I could write your name into my book, Lysander Lawliet, and not die if I killed you because you annoyed me and not because I was protecting Misa." She stopped her petty attack.

"But you amuse me too much to just kill you. I wonder how much damage I could cause you in your pitiful state-" Her mouth hung slack and her fangs glinted in the moonlight. An idea had sprung to mind. Her eyes grew wide.

She stood before him, dumbstruck at how simple it would be to make Misa happy. She watched the helpless sleeping form, how his chest rose and fell with each deep breath, and laughed. "It's perfect. You will redeem yourself after all." With a smile, she leaned forward and slid the front of his pants down.

Rem was tickled at how the elusive and guarded detective was so helpless while asleep. No wonder he was an insomniac. Her hand brushed against his testicles. Her eye ridge raised in surprise. The skin was surprisingly soft. Softer than her own tentacles.

She rubbed a finger against his flaccid shaft and watched as it began to lengthen and swell under her touch. "And since you can't see me, this will be nothing but a dream to you." She reasoned, and began to rub him more aggressively.

It had swelled to full length before he moaned in his sleep and turned his head. She released him quickly, afraid that she had wakened him. And yet he continued to breathe deeply and never opened his eyes.

After a minute of deducing whether it was safe to continue, she grabbed his penis again and swiveled her eyes quickly from his soft features to his now throbbing member. He was hard! She couldn't believe humans enjoyed something so quirky and stiff. It was only six and a half inches and it wasn't even prehensile. Shinigami sex was nothing like human sex!

Regardless, she continued her ministrations until she caught L's movement out of the corner of her eye. She watched him warily. He had begun to rub his cheek against the couch cushion in response to her hand, and groaning quietly in his sleep.

He was moving, which meant he was indeed waking up. She would have to finish him quickly. She increased her pace and grip until precum beaded at his tip. She used it to further lubricate his shaft, and watched as his balls slowly retracted closer to his body. His back arched, and his penis slipped further into her hand. She knew his release was imminent.

She cupped her hand around his tip and collected the white, glistening fluid.

Perfect. As far as she was concerned, she held Misa's happiness in her hands. She backed away from L.

"Good human," she cooed at him, then floated through the open door of Misa's room. Now all she needed to do was plant the false evidence.

Misa lay where Rem had last seen her, and Light was still fully clothed and asleep at the edge of her bed. She passed him with a silent growl. That selfish boy.
She hovered above her sleeping charge. All right, Misa. don't wake up.

She slowly lifted her night gown and slid one hand between her legs, encouraging her thighs to spread. They did willingly.

"Ooh, Light," She mumbled in her sleep, and Rem smirked through the corner of her mouth. Just as I had planned. Keep dreaming, Misa. Be a good girl and keep dreaming about that spoiled human.

She rubbed the semen between Misa's legs, then closed them. She returned her nightgown to its proper place. She drifted away, then bent toward Light's sleeping body. She whispered into his ear.

"How would you like it if I wrote your name into my Notebook simply because I hated you? Do you know that I can, anytime that I wish?" She didn't know if he was still asleep or awake, and she didn't care. "The only reason I don't kill you right now is because you are Misa's happiness. Keep that in mind. If I am pushed... I will kill you regardless."

Light had indeed awakened upon her speaking to him, though he was oblivious to her previous actions. A small smile spread across his lips as he sensed her float out of the room. You would like to kill me. But you won't, because soon you'll realize that without me, there is nothing keeping L from locking Misa up forever. How do you like those apples, Rem?

Rem returned to the room where L slept shallowly. She had forgotten one detail.

By now his cock had returned to its flaccid state. She glanced down at her soiled hand. Within moments, it turned to sand. She approached his sleeping form and lifted his pants, covering his nakedness. Again, he did not awaken. "Good, good human," She said, and thought for a moment how Misa would have been better of with Lawliet as a mate than Yagami. Nevertheless, she floated into Misa's room as the first few rays of sunlight began to shine.

L snorted, jerking awake.

He survived! He survived the night with Kira. He sighed, relieved that he was at least safe from sleep for another few days. He swung his legs over the couch, then frowned. His penis hurt. He rubbed it a couple times to try to relieve the pain.

Odd, the room didn't feel as empty as it should. And his lower back felt out of place. With a stretch, he popped it and stood. He was hungry, too... He wondered if there was any of that strawberry shortcake left? He headed for the kitchen, ravenous.


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Hours later, Misa awoke. Her dream of Light had just ended. She stretched happily and glanced beside her, where he still slept. Her smile began to fade. Just a dream, of course. He was still clothed. She knitted her dainty brow. But why was she so slippery ...? She reached between her legs and cringed with excitement.

Of course! He didn't want anyone to suspect so he dressed himself and make it look like he was just there for comfort! He did love her! He really did!

Her spirits began to sink ... And I slept through all of it? I must have been more tired than I thought.

She smiled again. But he did. He still loved her. She had his proof. She was still worthy. She cuddled next to him, content. "I love you, Light!" She said, and he grunted in reply.

"Now will you eat, Misa?" Rem asked. Cheerful blue eyes caught disappointed yellow.

"Yes!" She squealed.

Rem winced from the bright sunlight. "I knew that you would."


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In the kitchen, Misa found L munching down the last remnants of the strawberry shortcake.

"You ate all of that?"

He stopped, startled, then looked over his shoulder. "Yes." He mumbled, hunched over it, as if it were a pot of gold that he was protecting violently. "For some reason, I woke up ravenous."

"Uh, okay!" She sat on the bar stool next to him. She watched him continue to eat. She cleared her throat.

He looked back up at her. She noticed the dark rings under his eyes had faded. He must have slept recently. "Is there something the matter, Miss Amane?"

She pointed to the cake. "Are you going to share that?"

His eyes grew wide, and a small, hopeful smile spread across his face. "You actually want to eat? And with me, no less?"

"Sure!" She said cheerfully. "But I still think you're a pervert, so don't get any wrong ideas. I love Light!"

"Of course, I wouldn't think of it." He slid the remnants of the cake to her.

He watched her dig in, He cocked his head to the side. “So you are eating again.” He observed. He wondered if Light had anything to do with it? He knew Misa harbored a passion for Light, but he understood that the feelings were not mutual. Did he have a change of heart, or was he merely trying to make the actress feel better? Regardless, she did look considerably happier than the night before.

"Ryuga, How did you know I wasn't eating?"

His only response was a slow blink.

"Oh! Detective, right." She winked.

He cut a side of the cake with his fork and placed it delicately into his mouth.

"Considering you're in much better spirits today, If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few questions."


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End? Gimme a review and let me know what you think and if you want a sequel or not!

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