Candy Coated Poison

                            She is, albeit, reluctant to admit it.

    “You think I’m only saying such       things because I’m a pervert?       Oh come on, you should know       that I’m not a pervert!       Have I ever tried to touch you       in an inappropriate way?       No, I haven’t, and I never will.”

         ❝     That just means you're not a        degenerate! It doesn't say anything        about you being a pervert...❞

                                                                  ...Wait, never? 

                                                                                         She's mildly offended.

        She never saw that  coming. Not in a million years.

        ❝    Haha, very funny! Like Misa         hasn't heard that one before!❞

Hmm. If I take too long to find her, she’ll get bored and come looking for me—and if she realizes I didn’t bother looking, I’ll never hear the end of it. I wonder how long I can push it without her suspecting?

      One...Two...Three...

        She decides to hide somewhere fairly obvious (that way she shan't have to wait that long to be found again). Up the stairs, into the bedroom, and under the duvets she goes. Her small body wriggles under the covers. The air is hot, and somewhat suffocating- but she will endure. Now, all she need do is wait... patience is a virtue, one she admittedly lacks (but for Light, she will build upon it until copper is made brass).   

       ❝     Please hurry, Light... A minute       spent without you is a minute lost...❞

         ❝       It sounds lovely, that's for sure...❞

                                           'to think that there were cultures where                                            you could set aside one day a week and                                            devote your time to friends and family... '

         A rising starlet whose face can be found from one cover to the next, nationwide, has little to complain of (aside from the scratchy wigs and  heels that hurt). It's work which hardly feels like  work at all...

         But her heart aches when she thinks of her poor Raito... resolute in his divine mission. Surely, even he must rest, as the Judeo-Christian gods of the past once did... The thought raised a sudden question from the petite blonde.

      “Then let’s find out the details, hmm?”

               Ren shoots her a charming smile before he stands                 from his seat and approaches the director of their                  shoot, hands in his pockets. The idea is that they’ll                 be acting the part of tragic lovers, leaving a sense                  of twisted romance in the items they’re trying to sell.                 It would have been difficult for Ren not too long ago,                  but since his feelings for Kyoko have grown, it will                 be a rather simple shoot. That is— so long as Misa                 is able to hold up her end of the pairing. Ren has                 faith in her, so he glances at her and smiles warmly.

          ❝      Okey dokey, Tsuruga-sama!❞

      Excitement bubbles within a tiny body (wilting flower, condemned to tragedy). She  finds a rare kind of joy in acting; assuming  the role of another, immersing herself in the  part, playing make believe...

     The star-crossed lover has always been her favourite trope. In it, Misa saw something beautiful, buried within mounds of tragedy.She can hardly wait... This could be her chance to go big! There was merely one tiny complication.

        ❝There's just one tiny thing... I have a         a boyfriend...❞

                                                                         GOD