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a scoff. it comes so quickly he didn't need to linger a thought on it. you'd think it was a honing spray, something to attract low lifes whom acted as if shaking hands consummated a marriage. yet he was the crazy one for constantly having hand on pistol. made zero sense but then again neither did she. none the less he was here, and had zero issue being a thorn for her benefit. someone had to. how many conversations had he had regarding misa to the people surrounding that he forced to listen. you'd believe he was on the glam team. an example. he'd been told a room they'd tried to lead her into was private. staff only. took him a couple of moments before he'd won the shouting match.

“ they're all creeps. or fucking batshit insane or something. taking a million pictures over and over of you in the same pose? seems weird and that's because it is. ” he corrects, for mello in his glory sees everything so straight laced. directness was a power.

he quirks his head to stare at her. pretending to think, pondering her features in all their softness. its no wonder you couldn't go anywhere without seeing her face plastered on something. probably for the best she stuck to billboards and magazines. she goes back to prepping her face, he assumes she believes he won't answer. only question is why she bothered with light to begin with. he mirrored a lot of the pressed staff that surrounded her in his eyes. “ you are very pretty. obviously. that's a dumb question. ” a shrug of his shoulders as he moves to stand. never in his life had he tried to remain so punctual until the two of them were shoved together.

ego swelled over the admission that he was, in fact, enchanted by her. but just as suddenly she felt defensive. and kind of confused? she guessed, it was a loaded question and a lot of feelings. and only ever asked by rem before, which of course she didn't think too much about considering the beastie's disdain for light. misa barely allowed herself to pause, afraid mello might catch onto the doubts screaming from the back of her mind.

anyway, in this circus, they were each pretty strange so that wasn't totally valid. living in a luxurious looney bin and trying to catch one another in lies. this just happened to be one of those situations⎯⎯⎯ caught in the lie: her relationship. if you could call it that. every day it became more and more like a freakin' business partnership. transactional. but she wasn't about to admit that to him or ANYONE, especially not out loud where she could hear herself. plus, light was hot. and at this point, misa was convinced that even if she wanted to break it all off with him, he would probably kill her. if she didn't just kill him first. she couldn't though, and wouldn't, not after what kira did for her parents; what he unknowingly did for her. it was only a little unfortunate that they just so happened to share the same body... well, not really. because light was hot.

time and again, her sweet creature posed threats to the self - proclaimed king for toying with her heart on a daily basis at this point. misa would only have to mention it⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ and has already a handful of times before, in a passing breath or in an absolute FIT of rage. but she always takes it all back in the next breath. the shinigami would simply sigh and offer reassurance: that she need only say the word and it would be done, light would be gone. like a dog waiting for a command. begging, even. but never would it act without the blonde's authority. so the cycle continued. she didn't know how she really felt about that, what was really for her own good. then she wondered if provided with the same request, would mello give her the time to change her mind? the hatred of it all gave misa heartburn. her eyes softened as she looked forward, a moment to pull it back up, she hides behind a simpered expression.

Kera Magazine; ads from 2001, 2003, & 2004 respectively