Everyone thought models were brainless pin up dolls only exploited for the satisfaction of the male gaze.

However, Misa lived this lifestyle, breathed it. She was glamour and stilettos, an icon of perfection with her dyed golden hair and vivid blue eyes. Misa always posed and imagined herself in front of an imaginary camera; she was a superstar, baby, the world is watching her, and idols performed all day long, even while off stage. That's her secret, you know; that's she's constantly performing, as though she's in front of a live audience even in her private moments.

Though, underneath it all, despite her lip gloss and eyeshadow, underneath her Eden-esque visage was a sharp and brilliant mind.

It was easy when someone didn't know who you were. She loved the anonymity as much as she loved donning the lace and Lolita style garments. Misa currently chopped her hair short and let it's natural ebony luster show through. The difference in her appearance from her model get up was striking, her beauty more subdued and played down, but she still was beautiful, nonetheless, in a Japanese style kind of way. Here she didn't stand out—she could just be an anonymous face in the crowd.

She was watching this one particular mind, who she was sure was playing mind games with her. He was the first man who rejected her advances as the model Misa, but right now, Misa was in a more normal guise. She took a comb through this man's psychological profile, including the color of hair that he liked and what type of woman would be to his appeal. Though Misa wasn't brainless, she wasn't a genius, a prodigy, but that never really mattered anyway if you could act the part. Honey, if you could act, you could go anywhere.

"I've been watching you," Misa said to strike up a conversation with the pale, ebony-haired man that put at thumb to his teeth and started gnawing it subconsciously. "What do you think about having a cup of coffee?"

"My man Watari attends to my every need and whim," the male said. "Coffee is in constant supply, as well as the staple, sugar. Glucose is needed for higher functioning brain power."

More like sugar rots your stupid brain, you pretentious prick, Misa thougt, though she kept her smile as best as she could. Not a falter in her gaze or her brilliant smile; she wondered if she ever blinded people with her teeth. They sure were glossy, pearly, and white. She took perfect care of her teeth. And she abhorred the notion that this man would carelessly ingest sugar to rot his teeth out of his mouth before he's thirty, she imagined. Smile, God is watching

"I'm sure that you're a very busy man," Misa hinted. The gentleman before her remained tight-lipped. She could even get the most taciturn of men to reveal their secrets to her.

Just you wait, Ryuzaki, Misa thought.

"But," Misa's lips formed a sultry pout. "I know Ryuzaki-san's secret. It's a name hiding your identity, but I know the psychological force of names. You're not Ryuzaki, but L, you see."

If L showed surprise on his features, he kept them well hidden from her. He chewed his thumb and looked at her thoughtfully, as though looking at her in a new light.

"Ah, Misa-san, is it? Despite the makeup and well concealed features, I can still tell it's you."

"You're in love with an idealized version of me," Misa said. "Just like people are in love with the idealized image of L."

"Well, like you said," L said. "Names have psychological force. I deliberately built up a reputation for my name to instill psychological fear into my enemies. The power of a name can build up a reputation and force people into awe and reverence. Reverence, or becoming a god like figure, is a very impressive way to capture the idols and masses."

"But you are a mere man, Ryuzaki," Misa said, her brown eyes twinkling. "A mere mortal."

"I've always been aware of my fallibility," L said. "But just like you hide behind glamour and makeup, I'm also an illusion behind a single letter, an icon that represents hope for humanity."

"But I want to get to know the real you," Misa breathed. "I will show you the real me. Bare and naked across your bed."

"Misa-san makes a tempting proposal," L said in a dull tone. "What makes you think that I'm tempted by you? The only women who I would even consider my equal, my Irene Radler, is Naomi."

"But Naomi's dead, isn't she?" Misa said as she giggled a little udnerneath per parasol. "Poor, poor, girl. How unfortunate. Just a little too trusting. Too believing in the good of others. That blinded her."

"Naomi-san was no fool," L said as his eyes sharpened towards Misa. "As for you, Misa-san…you're more dangerous. You are a fool, and fools are unpredictable."

"Sometimes fools are gambit pieces in a game of cards," Misa cooed. "You are also a fool, L. A well disguised fool, but a fool regardless."

L looked towards her, remaining cool aw a cucumber even though Misa insulted his intelligence. "What makes Misa come to that assumption."

"You're emotionally stunted, 'Misa said simply. "You don't understand a girl's heart or feelings at all."

"I have no time for such indulgences or relationships," L said. "Besides that, it could be an endangerment. It could be a complication in my job that would compromise me. Why would I get into a relationship with my enemy, anyway?"

"Because I want you to indulge in a night of corruption and debauchery," Misa said. "You won't be disappointed."

L hunched over, as though considering something. "You must've really combed through my pscyhe if you knew that I liked women with black hair."

"They say that a woman dies her hair changes her personality," Misa said while wrinkling her nose at her. "People say that blondes are more fun and approachable, but you lean towards more intellectual types, so brunettes are more your thing on a subconscious level. Your hair color does say a lot about you, and sometimes dying your hair gives you a persona that you can hide behind. Like everyone loves Misa Misa, don't they? But if they saw me now, I wouldn't be seen as approachable—black hair is a more subdued tone, really, and darling, the real me is this. Misa Misa is more what you see is what you get, but m normal self is more…refined, I should say."

"Are you ever the diva," L said. "There are cultural stereotypes and psychological profiles that one assesses due to hair color unfortunately, though just like there is psychology behind the color of your hair, there is psychology behind names. Kira also hides behind his name; a distasteful name, but it's been warped into a religion for people because he kills those that he believes are unjust. People cling to Kira and fear him, he also became a religious icon of sorts that people pay reverence to."

"That is the difference between you and Kira,' Misa said with adoration in her eyes. "You are a mortal, but Kira is a God. However, what are Gods to nonbelievers?"

"You don't believe in God, then, Amane-san?"

Misa shook her head. "The only person I believe in is myself. I won't rely on God or anyone else to make my decisions for me. If I want something, I go ahead and grab it, because darling, if you want something in this world, you gotta fight for it tooth and nail."

She leaned up and brushed her lips against L's.

"You are a man and I'm a man-killer," Misa said with a sweet smile. "Quite literally and figuratively. Even though Kira is a God, he was still a man in the end and I killed him."