CHAPTER 1:

DYNAMISM

And now that Cinderella's gone

(She swallowed up the sun)

A middle-class explosion could be nice

(If we're the dynamite)

Let us prey

She hates him.

She hates his unkempt hair, his raccoon eyes, his perverted smile. The fact that he's always right. She hates everything about him. Despite this, she also knows she has to tread carefully around him, to prevent a potential catastrophe: he still suspects she is the second Kira, and she doesn't want to give him a reason to lock her up again. Still, she can't mask the displeasure that crosses her face whenever she enters a room and Ryuuzaki is there, still chained to her beloved Light, preventing them from spending some quality alone-time.

What's worse is how coolly unaffected the detective is by her obvious dislike of him; his blank, almost soulless gaze as he watches them interact. He is so plain, so lifeless, whereas Misa-Misa is an explosion of colorful emotions, of bi-polar spontaneity, of bright smiles and sparkles and frowns and malice. They could not be more unlike, and she finds his bland look disquieting. Its worse when he smiles - it seems sick, somehow, twisted. There is ill-intent behind those eyes, something that is cold and calculating and not entirely human. His brain is one big super-computer that is powered by sugar highs. He is a machine that thrives off of justice, and a very small part of her is afraid of him, beneath the many layers of loathing.

He is dangerous, and she knows it; he is an impenetrable fortress whose walls she could not breach with harsh words alone. He also serves as a barrier himself - not only a tangible thing that keeps her from being with Light, as they are bound together, practically a single entity - but a mental construct as well. Because she can't connect with Light here, not with Ryuuzaki so intently watching.

Light and her have lost something between them in their retraction of memories, and until he is Kira again, she has to simply bide her time. Meanwhile, Ryuuzaki is poison to her current relationship with the auburn-haired youth; already she can feel the dynamic between them shifting, and she's afraid of what may become of it. She barely had Light before; now, with their time together fleeting and under constant surveillance, she can find whatever precarious strands she may have collected in this new era slowly unraveling apart. She is going to lose Light, at this rate; Ryuuzaki has literally come between them and is now rendering them asunder.

She doesn't just hate him. She loathes him.

She plays with him.

And after all this time, she has finally proved he really is a pervert. Before, she had accused him of harboring inappropriate thoughts concerning her; of mentally undressing her in his mind. Now, however, she has actual, hard evidence against him as she stands ***** before him. Misa-Misa is the detective now, and she is collecting all this data, committing each of these tiny details to memory so that she can use it against him later on.

She watches as his hands clumsily pull free the bra from her shoulders. She absorbs the hungry look on his face, his look of complete and utter concentration as his hands awkwardly caress her. She feels the hardness of him on her thigh as they draw close.

Look who's on top now, Ryuuzaki!

Light would bear witness to it if he was awake, but he isn't, oblivious and unaware in slumber. The fact that he is there acts as a stimulant: it adds to the sheer perversity and wrongness of it. It excites her. Ryuuzaki seems hesitant to divulge in this little affair with an audience, even if it's presently unconscious, but the youth and the raven haired man are still bound, so there is no avoiding it. A few times prior to this encounter, Misa-Misa had managed to seduce Light in the dark, infrared camera and the other detective's insistence be damned. She had taken perverse pleasure at how uncomfortable L had seemed, in the presence of two hot and horny teenagers, thinly veiled beneath a sheet just two feet away. She had snuck glances at him back then, delighting in the way he twitched every time the chain that bound him to Light was unavoidably yanked. Afterwards, as she escaped into the night, she had looked right into those soulless eyes and smiled, because he was unnerved and blushing and it served him right.

And now, the voyeur has become the participant. This is also very obviously his first time. This only heightens her enjoyment. It pleases her to know that she is injecting life into those veins - that she is the source of his adrenaline, his arousal, his want and his need. That he is fallible, susceptible to her charms. This is a victory for her - both an intellectual and physical one. In this moment she has unraveled Ryuuzaki, has pierced his carefully constructed barriers.

In some ways, she has come even further than Light in this respect, and she swells with pride at the notion. This is Ryuuzaki, open and exposed before her. She still doesn't know his name, but she knows his identity - she knows that he wants her.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

She also knows that he loves her, and has loved her for a very long time. In this discovery, he has just placed a powerful weapon in her delicate but capable hands. Misa is about to take something from him, something previous and tender and irreplaceable. And although what she's about to do could technically be considered cheating (but is there anything really between them, right now? has there ever been? It's so hard to tell, with this Light-who-is-not-yet-Kira), she knows (hopes) Light would understand. Because she is about to destroy L, and at the very least, Kira would encourage the undoing of his enemy. If Light were to ever find out in his current state (if he were to even care), she can always take solace in the fact that the old Light would condone her acts.

She can't wait until the day where he will become Kira again. And right now, the only thing that is holding Light back from bringing in a new world – holding Light back from his memories, from her – is L.

One for one, Ryuuzaki! If you intend to keep Light away from me, the very least you could do is give me you in exchange. It's only proper, after all.

(She wants so badly to be useful to Light. And because she can't kill Ryuuzaki, since she currently has no Death Note to speak of, she will have to settle for this.)

Her cherry-colored lips brush against his ear as she leans in close. She feels gooseflesh erupt on his shoulder as she takes him by the arm. "Come to bed with me," she says in a husky voice.

She leans back to take in the expression of his face. His lips are parted in a slight 'o' shape, his eyes bright and alive with the first emotion she has ever seen in them. He is hesitant, he is hopeful, he is frightened and he is wanton. He is all these things, but above all, he is hers. Completely.

You're mine.

Chapter 2:

Look I'm Standing ***** Before You

Beside them, Light mumbles something in his sleep and turns his head so that he is facing them. The chain binding him to Ryuuzaki jingles, a discordant sound, and the detective freezes, like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. He stares at Light, wide-eyed, and seemingly loses all motivation to fornicate. Misa fights back an irritated sigh and tries to take control again.

"Ryuuzaki, look at Misa."

Reluctantly, he does.

"Why don't you take off your clothes, get more comfortable?" she suggests huskily. He hesitates, and then shakes his head, mutely. She gives him a terse look. "Ryuuzaki, lay down." Her voice is breathy hiss, exotic and malevolent. He does not budge, and she glares, hands on her hips. Even topless and clad only in panties, she knows she is a formidable adversary.

"Misa-san," he says. "Light-kun is not a deep sleeper, and I think it would be unwise to allow anything to progress here under these circumstances." He indicates the chain. "There's an eighty-percent probability that he will wake up in mid-copulation…"

"Ryuuzaki," she whispers firmly, seizing him by the shoulders. "Could you maybe stop thinking for about ten seconds?"

"Impossible," the detective responds immediately with a shake of his head, surprising her. "And even if my cognitive state of mind could be halted for such a prolonged period of time,"—she rolls her eyes here—"I sincerely doubt it would only take ten seconds to—"

She manages to silence him by pressing her lips firmly over his. When she pulls back, Ryuuzaki simply stares at her, the words literally stolen right from his mouth.

Misa brings her hands up, smoothing her hands over the rounded edges of his shoulders and up the slender nape of his neck before tracing her hands over the contours of his face. Ryuuzaki's eyes obligingly fall closed as she runs her fingers over his pallid cheeks and thin, flimsy eyelids. His bone structure is delicate, feminine almost, pale and unblemished and quite lovely, she realizes as she inspects it with her digits more intimately.

She then brings her hands up and combs them through his ratty hair, absently trying to pull free the tangles. The sensation of her fingers running through his matted locks must feel good against his scalp, because she feels tiny little goose-bumps erupt on the back of his neck, and his lips parts in a slightly 'o' shape. She seizes her chance and thrusts her tongue in this time, tasting the sugary taint of him as she explores the inside of his mouth. Ryuuzaki seems stunned, his mouth slack in reply, before finally his own tongue hesitantly begins to return the favor.

"Has Misa convinced you that this is a good idea yet?" she asks some moments later, after finally pulling away. She notes, with wicked satisfaction, that his otherwise alabaster features had been painted pink.

Ryuuzaki remains vaguely uncertain; still, his resolve is crumbling, and all he needs is a gentle push in the right direction. Submission is imminent, and Misa tingles in anticipation.

"Don't you want Misa?" she asks, feigning hurt.

He swallows. "Yes," he tells her truthfully, and she smiles.

"Then what's wrong?"

"Light-kun is my friend." He sneaks another look at the slumbering boy and Misa grabs him by the chin, jerking his head so that he is looking up at her. He tries to avert his gaze but she clicks her tongue.

"No, no. Look at Misa. Misa thought you were under the impression that the infatuation was purely one-sided anyway. So what does it matter to you, or to Light, if that's the case?" Ryuuzaki appears suddenly nervous.

Her voice turns gentle, coaxing. "Ryuuzaki, is this your first time?" She already knows the answer, but she can feign ignorance in order to help him feel more comfortable. She can pretend to understand. She can create a protective bubble for them to share, and once he feels safe, she can take him and mold him, coax him into blooming. And then, after she has him, she can destroy him.

He answers with a question with one of his own. His toes twitch, rubbing against one another uncertainly. "Misa, what do you want from me?"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" she purrs, feeling a twinge of excitement. This is it. She switches to first-person for calculated effect, drops her voice an octave: "I want you inside me."

This is the metaphorical straw that breaks the camel's back, and Ryuuzaki, at last, gives into temptation. He pushes all uncertainty beside, morals abandoned, and goes in for the kill. After all, Ryuuzaki isn't exactly a portrait of self-restraint, not by anyone's definition: he is a wanton, impulsive creature by nature. This is evident in his indulgence of the sweetest of treats without any sort of apparent regard. So what's it to him, to partake in the sins of the flesh? This guilty little pleasure will be added to the menu, standing defiantly alongside all the other gluttonous depravity.

He kisses her back fiercely, and she smiles against his lips. I've got you now, Ryuuzaki. "Take your clothes off," she whispers, as she reaches between them and grabs the hem of her lacey undergarments, pulling them down over her round hips.

There's nothing he can do about the shirt, being bound to Light, but that's hardly an important article anyway. Despite the sudden surge of ferocity, his hands tremble slightly as he unbuttons the front of his jeans, yanking down the zipper and shimmying out of his pants entirely. Beneath his boxers are white, plain, and virginal. This pleases her, and before he can grab them she takes the edge of them first and does it for him.

For a moment they simply stare at one another. His eyes very brazenly absorb her in her nakedness, and she takes his own form in with long, searching glances. There is mutual hunger here, although each stems from a different source. He has a rapt look of utter adoration, desire mingled with slight apprehension and nerves, and she is in full predator mode, a puppeteer who is just sidling into place and taking up her marionette's strings. She is in completely control now, and pushes him back onto the bed beside Light.

The auburn-haired teen murmurs again in his sleep as the bed sinks slightly beneath Ryuuzaki's added weight. The detective's gaze flickers over to him but Misa's ***** form demands his attention, and it only takes a split second before his focus is back on her. Misa climbs on top of him, blond hair cascading over her shoulders in long, lustrous waves, obscuring her features. She drinks in the wanton expression of him as she aligns their bodies, and does her best to savor this moment.

"Are you ready?" she asks under the pretense of actually caring, but doesn't wait for a proper response. She drops herself down on top of him, lets him sink into heaven. And as Ryuuzaki gasps in surprise, she knows that it is in this moment that they have crossed past the point of no return. The conversion has been made, and Ryuuzaki's devotion has been assured. Now, there is nothing left but his demolition.

The only time he makes a noise during the whole encounter is when he comes, a strangled kind of gasp as he gives one last ****** of his slender hips. The chain that binds him to Light rattles under the strain, but still Light does not stir. Misa digs her nails into his shoulders, eyes closed as she rides the wave out, tossing her head back as he lurches beneath her, and then just like that, it's over.

Oh Ryuuzaki, she thinks almost fondly, as she brushes a stray, sweaty lock of onyx-colored hair from his flushed face. The look he gives her in response is undeniably tender. I will never love you.

CHAPTER 3:

She doesn't really stay to bask in the afterglow - she has brought him over to the dark side, and his infatuation has been assured, so she's finished for now. She mentally congratulates herself on a job well done, kisses him goodnight and whispers a half-hearted excuse for leaving - "it will be morning soon, Ryuuzaki, and I don't think it would be in our best interests for me to be here when Light wakes up" - and he nods mutely as she pulls her clothes on, because of course he understands; he's all too aware that they cannot exist outside of this twisted space she has created for them. They have become creatures of the night now, people who commit crimes of passion in the hours between twilight and dawn - and apparently sated, he allows her to steal away into the night.

The clock reads 4:47 when she finally shuts the door to her room behind her and makes a beeline for the bathroom. She flicks the switch on the wall as she enters and the room is immediately bathed in obtrusive white light. She kneels on the colored tile beside the tub, twists the knob on the shower and starts a bath for her that's scalding hot. When it's halfway full she rummages through the cupboard beneath the sink, seizing a bottle of expensive, rose-scented bubble bath and dumps the entire contents of it into the blistering water. Then, overcome in a sudden desperate frenzy, she practically rips her clothes off with dramatic flourish and throws herself down into the waters' painful depths.

Then, she grabs a washcloth and squirts some liquid soap on to it, lathers herself up from head to toe. Even with all the scented oils, she still reeks of him - the musky stench of sex and L taints her, dirties her, and now matter how hard she rakes the washcloth over the length of her lithe and supple body she cannot rid herself of it. She continues to furiously scrub herself until her skin is pink and raw and still he lingers, his scent stubbornly clinging to her skin. All attempts to rid herself of him are futile, as she cannot escape him - he's on her tongue, in-between her legs, in her pores, contaminating the very root of her being.

The sudden magnitude of her actions is now impressed upon her, and she feels the first sting of tears. She feels ashamed, but not of how she's manipulating L, but how she's wronged Light. Even with her noble intent, she knows she has destroyed something - something honest and lovely and golden, like Light is himself. She has cheated on him. She has strayed from the path of what is right and virtuous. Never again can she say she's been true to Light - she has sacrificed her own purity in order to destroy L. And although she does not regret her actions (she's doing it for Light's benefit after all, whether he'll ever be aware of it or not) she feels a pang of loss regardless. The dynamic between them has irrevocably been shifted, again, and it's all L's fucking fault.

And with this weight bearing down upon her, Misa cries, and cries, and cries.

"What's wrong, Ryuuzaki?" Light asks the next morning. There's an un-opened box of doughnuts between them, still fresh and warm from a downtown Tokyo bakery, courtesy of Watari. L has not shown any sign of interest since their arrival some fifteen minutes ago, which is highly unusual for the raven-haired youth. The chain between them rattles as Light settles his hand on the elder boy's shoulder. "You seem... distracted."

The physical contact seems to shake L free from the fragments of his reverie. "Hm?" he asks, intelligently, looking up from the array of monitors aligned before them. He seems almost dazed.

"You haven't touched your breakfast," Light tries again, indicating the pastries between them. L's apparent lack of appetite is very unsettling to the younger man, who is unused to seeing the detective without something sweet in his hands. "Are you alright?"

"Oh? It's nothing... I was just thinking..." to which Light muses to himself in response, when are you ever not thinking?

Still L does not reach for a doughnut, and instead, returns to the live video feed before them. His eyes flicker left and right as they scan each and every angle presented neatly before them, rapidly absorbing information. His eyes subtly linger for a half-second longer on monitor trained upon Misa's slumbering form in her bedroom upstairs. Still, this miniscule difference in length does not go entirely unnoticed by Light's hyper-visual perception, who quirks an eyebrow but does not implore the matter further.