Summary: All her life, she'd been pushed around and taken advantage of. Not anymore. Watch out, world, because Amane Misa will be a rag doll no more. RaitoMisaL.

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm Ayane. I've never really likes Misa much, but this sudden inspiration hit me too hard to ignore. This FanFiction is dedicated to Crazy Manga Girl. Now let's get started with the scary bold warnings.

You've been warned:

possible profanity

maybe implied lemon, no juicy details...and that's still a maybe

massive girl power spree

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.

Misa stared harshly across the cute little brown table at Raito. This was their first date in three whole weeks. Three! And where had he taken her to? A cafe. There was nothing wrong with the cafe, if it was like, a daily date or something. But as a make-up so-sorry-it's-been-so-long-angel-I-love-you date, it was pure bullshit. And Misa-Misa was about to explode.

That, of course, was all internal. Externally, she was a gorgeous and bubbly GothLoli model, smiling sweetly at her perfect boyfriend in a perfectly cute coffee shack. Perfect, perfect, perfect. And yet it all felt so wrong!

She furrowed her fair eyebrows, staring at her strawberry shortcake which she hadn't touched. Her scarlet lips settled into a pout as she thought her situation over, carefully poking into the reality that she was stuck in a bad relationship. She allowed her teal eyes to wander up to Raito, who was on what must have been his fifth "business call" since he'd been home. He was amazing. He payed all the bills, had a gorgeous body, held good conversations, and, to be frank, he was great in bed.

Raito glanced at her, smiling briefly, before mumbling something incomprehensible into the phone. How could he not notice?! He was supposed to love her! To know her! But he didn't.

What did that mean for them? For her? Misa didn't know. She glanced around the small store, looking at the other people. There was a happy elderly couple in the corner, sharing green tea. That was it, except for some weird hobo, sitting without shoes with his feet on the seat and some mustachioed companion. She looked away. Some people.

"Sorry, Misa-san," Raito said, hanging up his phone. "Takada needed help with something...," Raito kept talking, but Misa's rage deafened her at this point.

That. Was. The. Last. Straw.

Misa stood, smiling a little. She felt hysterical, like this was some other dimension. Raito could have done anything, at that point. He could have forgotten her name, and it wouldn't have been worse than interrupting her date to talk to Tacky Takada! She grabbed her drink, a chilled low-fat soy latte. Slowly she brought it over to Raito's head, and SPLASH. She dropped the now-empty cup, and began walking out, calling one last thing before she left.

"Bill's on you!"

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Reviews encouraged, critique welcomed!