True Affection 14 Lx Misa

A/N: Gaah! This was SUPPOSED to be the last chapter, but darn it! I'ma stop guessing which will be the last one or not because I always seem to have to do just one more...then another 'one more', and then another 'one more' and it keeps continuing!! lol

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True Affection
Chapter 14

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Luz Do Sol?
Not only had Misa never met a fan as delectably entrancing as Luz, but because she was Japanese, she found the proper pronunciation of his name rather difficult. Most "L" sounds were said with a "D" or "R" sound to emulate them. Making an obscure face, she struggled with repeating the name. "Du... Ru...Dushe? Dushe Dou Souru?"
Forcing a half-smile at the battered sound of his name, the attractive male sighed and corrected her. "It sounds like 'Loosh' or 'Looz'," he enunciated slowly to help give her a better understanding. Forcing a short dry laugh, he rubbed the back of his head, trying t make a joke, "I know I'm just another fan and we just met but that's no reason to call me a douche, Misa-Misa."
"Oh!! Misa is so sorry!!!" she apologized exasperatedly, her cheeks warming up at her mistake. "It was a hard name to say!!! It's obviously not Japanese! Is it Italian?? It doesn't sound like English."
"It's Portuguese," he smirked, as he opened the door to the restaurant for her. Once they were ushered to their seats and gave their orders, Misa giggled and propped her elbows up on the table to lean closer to her fan. Sitting across from someone who seemed so mature beyond his young years was exciting as much as it was fearful for her. Here was someone who was so gorgeous in her opinion that it almost hurt to look at him and on top of that he was a fan of hers. And judging by his frame, he could easily kidnap her! Her turquoise-tinted gaze laced over his clothed broad shoulders, over his neatly pressed dress shirt and down to his strong looking hands atop the table. Such large hands he had. They reminded of her boyfriend's; firm, intricate, warm and protective. For a fleeting moment, she missed L. Very much.
"Is something the matter...?" Luz questioned in a tone that sounded smoother than it should have been for the type of question it was. As if she had been snapped out of a daze, Misa instantly perked up and she smiled brightly as if nothing was wrong. "Oh! No! Misa is fine!! She just hasn't been to this place in a while. So! Tell Misa, where is Luz from?"
"Well, I've been so many places, I could say, all of them," he joked with a warm smile that wasn't meant to be as alluring as it seemed to be. But Misa only cheerfully nodded her head and folded her hands together. "Misa has never heard  Portuguese name before. What does it mean??"
Smiling attractively, his deep blue eyes glistening, the young male pointed upwards to one of the ceiling lamps. "Light."
A shudder ran through Misa and she leaned in closer, "Really? Misa thinks that's such a fancy name."
"It is, actually," he agreed, guiding a few locks of hair away from his face, "My entire name translates to 'Sunlight' or 'Light of Sun', to be more literal." Hearing this, Misa couldn't help but snicker cutely at this. " ' Light of Sun'? Heeheehee...hahaha! Misa is sorry, but it sounds funny to hear it said like that."
"It's actually used in part of a song, I've discovered. When I first heard it, I was a little disturbed, I felt like the song was mocking me. But the more I listened, the more I actually enjoyed it."
"Yeah?"
"Yes. The song is titled 'A Deus', which means 'To God' in Portuguese. Would you like to hear some of it?"
"Oh yes, please! Luz can sing too?"
"Haha a little. My girlfriend thinks I can," he added, taking note of the slight change in Misa's expression as he said those certain two words. "Anyway, here I go."
Misa remained silent as she listened to his rich tenor vocals. She didn't know a lick of Spanish, or Portuguese for that matter, and couldn't understand a word he breathed. It wasn't the best singing she had ever heard, but there was something enigmatic about it that made her want to get to know this person a lot better. There was one particular part of the song, near the end of it, that made her brows arch in intrigue it filled her ears.
" 'Tempestade inquietação, escuridão. Luz do sol, alegria, graças a Deus... ' "
"I heard it!" she chirped, standing to her feet, with her palms pressed firmly atop the table in her excitement, "I heard your name, Dooshe!!!" Needless to say, her lack of realization towards her folly caused nearly every pair of eyes that also had a pair of ears in the restaurant looked her way. Luz cringed under the embarrassment and odd scrutiny he received from her ignorant outburst and brought a hand to cover his face. "Huh?" Misa wondered, then threw a hand over her mouth when the realization finally hit her, "Oh shoot! I did it again! I'm sorry Doo...Roo...Lll...uu...sh... Luz!! Luz! There Misa finally said it right!!" she cheered, doing a little happy dance before returning to her seat. "Good for you, Misa," Luz dryly commented, his words muffled. Thankfully, everyone in the place went back to their meals, talking and gossiping amongst themselves like normal humans do. And no one seemed to recognize Misa. And if they had, they certainly weren't in any hurry to rush over and get her accolades and autograph. "So what did that mean??"
"What?" Luz questioned, his tone almost sounding slurred as he slid his hand down over his mouth. Misa didn't seem to acknowledge the possible negativity in his body language and cutely tilted her head to the side. "Not the whole thing, just the last part where you said your name!"
"? Oh, you mean 'Luz do sol, alegria, graças a Deus' ?" he spoke, rather than sang. Misa nodded enthusiastically, "Yes yes, it sounds close enough and I guess that is it, because I heard your full name there. Luz, what does it mean??" she questioned honestly, her eyes sparkling beneath her cool-hued contacts. For a second, Luz felt his eyes widen from the girl's charm. She looked very attractive. To say cute was a complete understatement. Her golden locks of hair pooled over her slender shoulders, teasingly allowing slithers of white skin to peek out at him. The lacy lolita dress she wore gave her the illusive appearance of a life-sized porcelain doll. He wondered why he never noticed before...
"It's ironic you would ask me that. That's the part of the song that I actually could relate to. 'Luz do sol', is of course 'Light of sun', my full name; 'alegria' means 'happiness'; and  'graças a Deus ' means 'thanks to God '."
" 'Thanks to God' ?"
"Yeah," he smirked, "I actually find that part especially fitting..."
"Are you religious??" she wondered, already nodding in understanding as their food arrived. A faint smirk touched Luz's lips and he peered at Misa over the arms of the serving waitress; an unreadable glimmer in his eyes. "Something like that."

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"What's taking him so long?" A young woman sighed; the obvious disgust in her tone apparent about her dark red lips. Her dark curled  tresses wavered about her angled face as she whisked a few stray bangs aside to adjust her shades. She had been waiting in this run down excuse for a cafe for the past 30 minutes for her boyfriend to return. A bit of gravely laughter rimmed her ears from one of the "companions" she was with, but she ignored it. With a sigh, she turned her head to face the other who sat in a further corner of the cafe; her bobbed hairstyle feathering about her discontented features. Much to her boredom, as well as disappointment, the glasses-wearing dark haired male busily scribbled away in an open book that no one would be able to see, he kept it so well concealed. Every few minutes or so, he'd discreetly lower his clear lenses over the bridge of his nose and look out amongst the passing people in the streets. Then he'd jot  his "findings" into his book. Mutterings of "Delete! Delete!" were the only hints of his voice she could hear. She had been listening to it for the past 10 minutes now.  Yet, in the same token, he was only doing what his "god" had instructed him to do. And so was she...

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Months earlier...

"Why don't we go out for dinner tonight?" Kiyomi suggested to her boyfriend while he walked between the bathroom and the bedroom of her apartment. She was getting rather hungry and didn't feel like making anything quick to eat that wouldn't result in making her full anyway. In addition, she and Light hadn't go out on a date since a month after his staged "execution".
"Sure, Kiyomi. But there's something I want to make clear," he stated, buttoning up a white dress shirt while passing by again. The two of them met eyes for a second before he disappeared into another room. Waiting patiently, Kiyomi sat down on a stool in her small alcove of a kitchen and prepared herself a glass of champagne She never admitted it out loud, but even looking at Light now since he had to take on a new identity bothered her more than she thought it would. They had been together for a while now since the execution of her friend who posed as Light's doppelganger, but she still was not used to seeing such foreign colored eyes staring back at her.

"Is there any more of that?" Light questioned, gesturing towards the glass of champagne with a nod. A spark of shock shot through Kiyomi and she stared at him wide eyed from his sudden appearance breaking her out of her deliberating daze. "Oh, ah, sure. Let me pour you a glass," she offered, already standing. "No need," Light stated, picking up her glass and taking a swig of it. Kiyomi paused to give him an odd look of perplexed confusion before shrugging it off and getting herself a new glass. Light observed her intently; his mind a mass of calculated thoughts and plots of how to use her efficiently. And once he was able to get a hold of Misa again, he would have Takada at his side, the newly acquired Mikami in his back pocket and sweet little elusive Misa around his finger.

"So what did you have to tell me, Light?" the elegant woman inquired, turning to him with both glass and bottle in hand. The two of them met eyes once again. She didn't have to say how much she disapproved of the new look; her body language and unsatisfied expression said it all. And Light was already 5 steps ahead of her with that knowledge. "I know you hate this new look, but you know that with the world knowing what I looked like as Kira, I had to become someone else."
"I know," she declared, adverting her eyes, but still able to pour the liquid into the glass.
"And, ever since you introduced me to T, I can lay low while he acts as the new Kira," he continued, referring to Teru Mikami.
"I know that, Light..." she reassured quietly; her beautiful eyes softening, "So, what's the news? You must have a new plan, right?"
"Exactly. I plan to catch Misa Amane when she least expects it."
Takada's body flinched from hearing the name of Light's former girlfriend and she spilled some of the liquor on the counter top. "Oh no..." she muttered, already snatching up a nearby towel to clean it up. It didn't take a genius to tell she was bothered by the thought of Misa still playing a part in his life.
"Don't worry, Kiyomi. It's like I told you before, she means nothing to me. Only you do."
"I just didn't expect to hear her name again so soon."
"I need her to tell me L's name."
"L? What do you need his name for?"
"Because he knows I'm not dead. He's too smart for that. He may be a threat, but I still give credit where it's due."
"But didn't you tell me that girl lost all memories in relation to the Death Note? And she had the Eyes right? How can she still remember his name now?"
"They're a couple, Kiyomi. And I'm sure L loved her more than enough to tell her his name again after she could no longer see it."
"Maybe that was what he thought you may have already considered and didn't tell her again?" she shrugged. A devilish smile marked Light's mouth and he laughed darkly, "Already taken into account. This is why you're perfect for me Kiyomi. You're always a step ahead. I'm just several more steps ahead of you."
"Was that some type of warped compliment?"
"It's not a warped anything, it's the truth. But my plan is to keep an eye on this bakery in town." Confused, Kiyomi blinked and gave Light a dubious expression, "You're planning to do what??"
"L loves sweets. Misa supposedly loves L. And because of that, she's bound to get him something from there." The new look she gave him proved she still wasn't convinced and Light shook his head. "The bottom line is, I get her to talk to me, befriend her, get her to tell me any secrets she may have or be aware of. His name is bound to slip out and when I get it, I'll have T write the name down. I'd just need a picture of him."
"Why don't you write his name down in the Death Note yourself?"
"Haha simple question with an even simpler answer. I. Know. L. He and I are a lot a like. I know I would want to cover my tracks and setup up precautions. I'm sure he got a hold of Misa's Death Note and tampered with it. And I'd rather not take the risk of writing any of their names down and possibly burst into flames or something, for example."
"Spontaneous combustion, Light?!" Kiyomi shouted, slamming her hands down atop the counter, "How can you be so casual about outrageous things like that?!"
"I already told you," he reminded in a cool tone, "I know L. I know the way he thinks. He and I share more similarities than you could imagine."
"Like Amane"
Light gave no verbal response; only a mischievous smirk sufficed as his answer before he changed the subject. "If one of the three of us, you, T or myself are to run into Misa, I'll be the one to befriend her and gain her trust. You two just play the part of support. You keep an eye on her, while T does what he does best."
"And what's that?"
"Give thanks to god ...of the new world. He loves claiming judgment in my place."
"... I'm afraid he's going to get out of control with his love of deletion, Light."
"Kiyomi..." Light trailed off, setting down his glass and gliding his arms around her across the counter. He felt her body instantly tense up for a moment before it relaxed and embraced him back. "Maybe you'll be calmer after a nice dinner. My treat."
"Thank you, Light! I knew you'd understand! I'll be ready in 10 minutes!" she chirped, gifting him with a thankful kiss on the lips before starting to pull away. But he took hold of her arm and brought her back for a stronger, more serious kiss; the delectable sensations it brought made her legs feel as if they were made of foam bars. After the steamy kiss, Kiyomi blushed and fanned herself with her hand before stumbling out of the kitchen. Watching her leave, Light grinned smugly. He was going to better L if it was the last thing he did. His plan was perfection.

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Her ruby lips pursed and she redirected her attention to the restaurant right next to the cafe. Narrowing her eyes through the obsidian tint of her shades, she tried to locate Misa and Luz at their table. She didn't feel guilty in the least. In all honesty, she felt rather jealous. Misa Amane seemed to always pop up and she felt like she had to compete.

"You know, don't you feel kinda stupid still sitting here?" That same gravelly voice piped up next to her. A mild frown crinkled her lipstick from the blatant question. Instead of answering right away, she propped her elbows on top of the tabletop and folded her hands over her mouth to conceal them. "Not now, Ryuk...!" she muttered in a tone loud enough to for only him to hear.  The towering shinigami spread his vast wings and stretched with a rather loud and annoying yawn. Then again, Takada considered almost anything he did as annoying. But slowly, he was beginning to grow on her. Very slowly. Sometimes she was grateful for being aware of his existence, other times, she wish she never knew he existed.

"Hey, I was only helping you out," Ryuk shrugged, retracting his wings behind him, "I know you're just followin' orders cuz you love the guy, but face it, we both know he's just using you."
"I said not now!" she snapped back. Ryuk made a sound that indicated he would have better luck if he just gave up. "Okay, I'll be quiet if you don't wanna hear it. I just thought I'd look out for ya this one time. I thought you had a good head on your shoulders but instead you're lettin' Light knock the sense out of it."
"I said that's enough!! Light loves me, there's no mistake in that!" she seethed, tightening her grip on her hands, "I trust him completely with my life. He'd never lie to me like that."
Ryuk made a disgruntled sound and tilted his head from the absurdity in her words. He knew she loved Light, but Ryuk also knew how jealous she could be. Although, he had known Misa to be the much more jealous type, even to the point of killing another woman that Light may have fallen for. Silently, his eyes traveled over to the view of Misa and her "fan" in the restaurant The two of them seem to be conversing rather well. Ryuk considered it a shame Misa didn't remember everything. If she had, she and Takada would be fighting the other to the death right about now. Actually, from the way the dark haired woman was sounding, perhaps that could indeed occur in the near future. A devious chuckle rose from the death god as he returned his eyes to the woman. "That'd be interesting."
"What is so amusing?"
"You killing that girl."
"Amane? ...Don't make me sound like some jealous mad woman, Ryuk."
"Why not? You certainly do well playing the part of Light's plaything, so being a little crazy could work for you." Distraught and not believing what she just heard, the woman rose abruptly from her seat and glared at Ryuk. All eyes within the small establishment were on her. Mikami even took a pause from his deleting spree to look her way. Because no other human could see Ryuk besides the two of them at that moment, every bystander and customer thought she was glowering at the seated male with the glasses. An unreadable look lurked behind those circles of glass and Mikami said nothing at first and simply stared at the woman. Slightly amused from the turn of events, Ryuk stepped aside and exchanged glances between the two. A throaty chuckle emitted from him, grating Takada's ears.
"They're leaving now" Mikami spoke urgently. Both Takada and Ryuk looked through the windows into the restaurant just in time to see Misa and Luz raise from their seats and head for the door. Kiyomi felt something within her burn from how cheerful Misa looked going on like she didn't have a care in the world. One day, Kiyomi would change that. She vowed it. She wasn't much the vindictive type, but there was something about that girl always popping up in her life that rubbed her the wrong way. Still, she had to keep an eye on her, for Light's sake at least.

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"Misa is sorry that she has to go so soon! The hours just flew by chatting with you, Luz!" The cheerful blonde exclaimed with a playful bow to her fan once they were outside again. Luz shared her pleased attitude with a small smile and gave her an actual bow. "Thank you for today. I'll cherish it for as long as I live!"
"Haha you're so sweeet!! Misa likes you! Maybe we can meet and hang out again sometime!" she beamed. Then her features took on the form of mock seriousness and she waved a finger at him, "Just don't get any ideas because Misa's boyfriend will not like it!!! Misa won't be held responsible if he hunts you down and dropkicks you in the face!!"
"W-whoa! Hold on, I didn't mean it like that!" the dark haired male cautioned, raising his hands. "Hey, how about I just give you my number? Besides, I don't want you to be late for your photo shoot!"
"That's a great idea!! Okay! Give Misa a second!" she urged, swiftly opening her purse and taking her cell phone out. "Okay! Misa is ready!!" As Luz recited his number to the model, he caught a glimpse of a woman in dark clothes and shades out the corner of his eye near the diner. For a brief moment, he glanced in her direction. She seemed to ignore his gaze; her focus on the girl in front of him.

"Okay! Misa got it!! It's saved!!" Misa cheered, looking up from her phone to Luz within the same instant he returned his eyes to hers. There was a strange look in them she hadn't seen there earlier, but she soon thought nothing of it when he leaned down to meet her height. A dark blush spread itself about her cheeks and her breath hitched in her throat when his mouth neared her ear. "Uh-um....Luz?"
"Be careful. You're being watched, Misa-Misa."
"I...I am? It had better not be by some pervert old man!!"
"You should go. Quickly." Luz warned. "Okay, Luz. Thanks!" With a quick bow, she turned on her heels and made way down the streets. Once she was out of his field of vision, Luz turned towards the location of the woman, eying her acutely. Bracing herself, the woman walked boldly towards the attractive male. Kiyomi would be lying if she denied how nervous she felt at this moment, but Kiyomi Takada had to be prepared for anything.
For Light.
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To be continued...

-Mel