Death Note Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ 50% & 50% ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

50% & 50%
 
I don't own Death Note, or the characters, as much as I would thoroughly love to own L. I'm merely using them for this. They're not mine. L doesn't get nearly enough girl-love. So here it is.
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It was about 8:00pm that Misa went over to the hotel room Light had been staying at for a couple of days now. L, and the entire investigation team, switched around the hotels that Light stayed at. They wouldn't allow him to stay in any one place for a significant amount of time. Apparently it was “unsafe”, both for him and the entire investigation itself. L didn't like saying it, but it had a lot to do with the fact that he still suspected Light to be Kira, and Misa to be the Second Kira. L didn't like saying it because it made things awkward—Light was his only friend…talk about awkward. Nonetheless, Light spent a lot of time communicating with them via the telephone and computer, helping along with the investigation as well as he could—considering his place in it. Misa was allowed to come visit Light where ever he was stationed because she was his girlfriend. L didn't like it, but he knew Misa wouldn't cooperate unless she got what she wanted, and luckily enough for L, all she wanted was to be with Light all of the time. It's safe to say that no one liked it except Misa. She always went over at the same time, 8:00pm. It was always the same time at night at he had her come over. The news started at 8:00pm, and Misa's primary job, was to watch the news, find out the names of criminals, and write their names in the Death Note, because Light couldn't be held responsible for doing it anymore. Light was too heavily involved in the investigation to capture Kira, to continue doing the primary executions, and if the killings stopped, that would be all the more worse for him. Misa had to be Kira now, and that was her only job. She would generally come over between the hours of 8:00pm and leave around 11:15pm. She always wanted to stay the night, but Light had to explain to her that it was thoroughly against L's rules.
 
L had never implemented that rule.
 
At about 8:02pm, Misa walked into the room that Light was staying in. He was sitting at the computer, typing what looked like an email of some variety. He didn't say anything to her as she slipped her shoes off, he simply grabbed the remote control for the television, turned it on, and set the remote back down. She brought her bag over to the couch and sat it next to where she was planning on sitting, wearily looking over to where Light was, although his back was facing her. She sat down, and opened her bag, finally evoking some words from him.
 
“You're a bit late.”
 
She didn't bother responding. She looked up at the back of his head, and in her mind, she glared at him. This had been going on for a while. She would come over, do whatever he wanted her to do, and then he made her leave. They never went on dates, they never cuddled, they never sat down and watched a movie or just did anything a couple would normally do. This was starting to get on her nerves. At first, she blamed it all on L. It was all his fault that their relationship had to be like this, but upon further thought, she realized it wasn't L's fault. Light took things much further than he needed to. He wanted to play “Good cop” a little bit TOO much. Misa was getting sick of it.
 
She further ignored what he said to her. She took her notebook out of her bag, sat it on the table, and began her judgments. She wasn't doing it for Light anymore though, and that's how this all started. That's how Misa got involved. She loved Light—No, she loved Kira, but now what is Kira doing? He's sitting at his computer all night long, playing cops and robbers with L, who isn't even fooled by Light's shenanigans anymore. Who's he trying to fool? Idiot Light, everyone knows. Give it up. These things swarmed through her head as she sat and wrote the names of criminals into her book. There was nothing she wanted more in the world by this time, than for L to find some kind of solid proof to convict Light of his wrong doings. As far as Misa was concerned, Kira had been long dead. If anyone was Kira now, it was her. Light didn't do anything. Light wanted to boss her around, and that's all. He wanted to play with the cops and throw around some mind games. Light wasn't Kira. Light wasn't killing anyone anymore. Light was looking like an idiot.
 
The news ended at about 9:00pm and she closed her notebook and sighed. She looked back up at Light after having not done so since she sat down to begin with. Light was still doing what he was doing when she had initially walked in. Misa was only becoming more and more livid every second she looked at the back of his head. This wasn't like her at all, and she noted that, but a girl can only take so much. She had to enquire, to keep her own sanity.
 
“What are you doing, Light?” she asked, trying not to sound as grumpy as she was, “You've been doing the same thing since I've been here.”
 
He took a second to finish whatever he was doing enough to give her an answer, as if talking and doing something at the same time was an impossibility for him. Considering how stupid he looked in her eyes by now, she figured this to be the case.
 
“I had to email something to someone. It's no matter to you anyways. Are you leaving?”
 
It had gotten to the point in the relationship where anything he said to her made her absolutely furious.
 
“It certainly does matter to me. You're sitting there writing emails when you could be doing the work that you have me come over to do.”
 
Light slowly turned around in his chair and looked at her with those eyes of his. Not the caring, loving eyes. The eyes that he gets when he's about to jot your name down ever so lovingly in the notebook. The eyes that allow his father to die, the eyes that allow his ex girlfriend to die.
 
“The business I have to attend to is important, Misa. You wouldn't understand. You do what I tell you to do, and because of that neither of us are going to jail, and judgment continues to be delivered. Don't talk to me like that. Anyways, if you want to leave, you certainly can.”
 
“Oh, because you're done with me for today, correct?” She quickly retorted.
 
He merely stared at her for a few seconds, and then turned back to his computer screen. Not saying a single word to her.
 
This was the last straw for her. She had had enough. He's not even willing to give her decent treatment when it's because of her that this whole operation is even working out for him. If it weren't for her, L would've long figured out for sure that he is Kira, and that would've been the end of it. She was beyond angry. She needed to leave before she did something crazy. Did she want to turn him into L? Tell L everything that she knew? She'd be lying if she said the thought didn't sound thoroughly appetizing, but she knew she couldn't do that. She packed up her things, walked over to the door, slid her heels on, and walked out…saying nothing to her boyfriend.
 
She didn't know what she wanted to do to get her mind off of how livid she was with Light. She had plenty of friends she could call, go out for a fun night on the town or something—drink, meet other boys, but she really did have revenge on the mind. Misa walked down the hallway to the elevator and pressed the white button with the red arrow pointing to the floor. She stood and waited, and while she did so, she felt the vibration from her phone. Someone was calling her. She looked at the display screen and grinned. A more sinister grin than Light could have ever hoped to display in all of his years of being Kira. Her question of revenge had been answered.
 
The display read “Ryuuzaki.”