Breathless

by Thinking of England

A/N: Yayy first Death Note fic XD

This is an L x Misa story with only implied Light x Misa. So if you don't like the pairing, just don't read this. For those of you who do like L x Misa, which I presume is most of you, enjoy!! I've got some amazing ideas for this story buzzing around in my head.

Part One

Misa Amane picked at the leather covering of the couch and sighed. She was watching Ryuzaki sit in front of his computer in a most peculiar fashion, with his knees up to his chest, one arm wrapping around them whenever he stopped typing and reached for the mouse. Listening to the rhythmical tapping of fingers against keys, she sighed softly again.

L heard Misa sighing. He didn't bother to tear his unblinking gaze from the computer screen in front of him. Pausing occasionally from his work, L took a sip of sugar-saturated coffee or popped a piece of candy into his mouth.

Misa sighed a third time, dramatically louder. She wouldn't let anybody, especially Ryuzaki, ignore her.

"Is something amiss, Misa-san?" L asked in his deep, soft voice. The blonde watched with amusement as the man sitting peculiarly before her dropped five more sugar cubes into his coffee. She cringed slightly as he brought the teacup to his lips.

"I'm bored," complained Misa. She rested her chin in the palm of her chin, leaning her body sideways to peer at his computer. Whatever was on the screen minimized immediately.

L swiveled his chair to face Misa, his deep set, seemingly black eyes focusing on her. "Is there nowhere else for you to be?"

Misa huffed. "Light-kun still has a fever. He won't even let me come sit in his room because he is so ill."

"He's too busy killing criminals, you mean," muttered L softly, swiveling back to face his computer. The man placed his index finger against his lip. Kira's murders had picked up again, conveniently a few days after he was forced to un-handcuff himself and Light...

"Didn't you ask me for help, anyway? I'm here, let me do something important," said Misa with a smile. The petite blonde girl watched eagerly as Ryuzaki pondered her request. He nibbled on his index finger.

"It would be most helpful if you find somewhere else to spend your afternoon," replied L simply.

Sighing once more, Misa flopped down on the couch. She pulled a red fringed pillow under her head and watched Ryuzaki return to his work. He seemed to have no interest in her whatsoever, despite that fact that he was a pervert and Misa was laying down while wearing a pouffy, lacy black skirt. Her slender fingers with purple polished nails picked at the fabric of her fishnet tights.

"Ryuzaki, do you really still believe that Light-kun is Kira?" Misa asked out of curiosity.

L's fingers ceased their typing. He unwrapped a piece of orange flavored candy and slid it between his lips, pensively running his tongue over the sweet. "I will always have my suspicions, but I cannot act on them until I get enough formal evidence to convict Light. And yes, I also believe that you are the second Kira."

"Even though the task force cleared us of all suspicion?!" Misa shot back. She found herself slightly distracted by the way he constantly chewed and sucked on the hard candy. It was such a sensual act, but Ryuzaki definitely didn't have that in mind as he suckled on the candy.

"Misa-san," sighed L. He turned his head to look her in the eyes. "You may look pretty and innocent, but you don't fool me."

Ryuzaki turned back to his work. A faint smile touched Misa's lips. She smoothed out the fabric on her silky black corset shirt.

"You think Misa is pretty?" she asked softly.

Ryuzaki's fingers absentmindedly clicked on his keyboard, but his mind was racing. Of course he found Misa to be attractive, what man wouldn't? She was stunningly gorgeous in looks and acted cute to the point where it could drive somebody into insanity.

"I suppose, but it detracts quite a bit when you open your mouth," L replied in his usual unruffled tone.

Misa scowled at Ryuzaki, folding her arms across her chest. She pouted and huffed. But the dark haired detective resumed his work as if nothing had happened.

The blonde pop icon flopped down onto the couch after a few moments. She began to hum a tune, knocking her knees together to the beat.

"Ryuzaki, do you like the band Nightmare?" asked Misa. "One of their songs has been stuck in my head all day! I set it as my cell phone ring tone."

"To be honest I don't have much time for such things right now," replied Ryuzaki. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm very busy."

Misa frowned. "But sometimes you need to unwind and have fun, right?"

"Fun?" repeated Ryuzaki tonelessly. He blinked his eyes and gulped down the remainder of his coffee. "Who has time for fun in the midst of such a serious investigation? There are lives at stake every day."

"I suppose you're right," replied Misa. She frowned.

Ryuzaki cleared his throat and reached for a tray of fruit tarts. The phone on his desk next him began to ring.

Holding a strawberry tart in one hand and the phone in the other, he spoke into the receiver. "Yes, what is it?"

Misa watched Ryuzaki hold the phone by his thumb and index finger, nibbling on the pastry while murmuring to whoever was on the other end. It was obvious that he didn't want Misa to overhear.

There was a knock on the door. "Ryuzaki, shall I get it?" offered Misa.

"Make yourself useful and do just that," Ryuzaki replied hastily, moving the phone away from his mouth for a moment.

"Hello Misa-Misa! You look stunning today," grinned Matsuda after the blonde opened the tall, heavy grey door. Misa's face glowed with happiness.

"Thank you, Matsuda-san!" she chirped. "Even though I'm on a break from doing photo shoots, I still have to dress up and look cute everyday."

"Good for you, it certainly lightens the mood around here." Matsuda replied. He held out a cup of coffee towards L. "Ryuzaki, I just brewed this, want a cup?"

"Yes, yes, let me get back to you soon," L mumbled into the phone, setting it down. "I very much would, thanks," L said to Matsuda. The dark-haired man popped the remainder of a peach tart into his mouth, licking his nimble white fingers clean of the sugary icing.

Matsuda set down the coffee on L's desk. He had even brought a small bowl full of sugar cubes.

L swiveled his chair a little bit to face Matsuda, letting one of his legs down so that his bare toes rubbed against the floor. "Have you seen Light today?"

"I just came from his room. He still has a high fever and seems a little delirious," replied Matsuda. He shook his head.

"Or he put a hot compress on his forehead," shot back L nonchalantly. He stacked up six sugar cubes on a small silver spoon before letting them fall into his coffee.

Matsuda flashed Ryuzaki a wry grin. "Ah well, either way, Chief Yagami and I are going to work on..." he glanced over briefly at at Misa, who was rapt with attention, "... The field assignment. We will be leaving in ten minutes."

"Good. Call the this phone or my second cell if you need me. They're both untraceable," replied L. He sipped his coffee and looked down, raven hair falling into his eyes. "Oh, and, Matsuda?"

"Yes?"

"Do me a favor and bring Misa-san downstairs when you leave. She is a bit of a distraction and I'm following an important lead right now. Thank you."

"Hmph!" Misa scoffed at Ryuzaki, hands on her hips. But the detective was smirking ever so slightly and sipping his coffee, wiggling his bare toes as if nothing was wrong and he hadn't been taking shots at Misa all afternoon.

She obediently followed Matsuda out of the study, but Misa wasn't through with Ryuzaki yet.

Still restless and bored, Misa sat in her room late at night trying on some new outfits while listening to the radio. She was going to find the most perfect ensemble for when Light was better and she could finally see him.

Slipping a black corset with blue lace onto her small frame, Misa admired her reflection in the mirror. How could Ryuzaki ignore her? She wished that the detective would even pay her the slightest bit of attention, whether it be to appreciate her beauty or even to chat as friends.

Misa eventually changed back into pajamas and sat on the bed, sinking into the feathery duvet cover. Her room was decorated with sleek, modern furniture but was also quite comfortable. Almost homey, since Misa had transported many of her posters, stuffed animals, and bed linens from her own room. Living there wasn't awful despite the fact that Misa was under suspicion for being the second Kira while simultaneously helping to investigate the mysterious crimes.

Flipping through a glamour magazine, Misa began to rack her brain for ways to make Ryuzaki interested. It seemed like she could prance around in any number of cute outfits and it would be to no avail.

When she flipped to a page displaying her brand new lip gloss advertisement, realization hit Misa like a ton of bricks. It became so obvious.

No matter how much will power he possessed, Misa knew that Ryuzaki absolutely couldn't resist sweets.

A/N: Please review on your way out, it would be very much appreciated