Title: In Your Honor

Summary: Misa Amane didn't kill herself after Light had died. Filled with anger, she decides to become a top detective, in hopes of taking down the people whom killed him. What happens however, when she gets a job working for Near?

Sunlight poured inside the Hotel Suite, covering the King sized bed in light. A young woman mumbled incoherently as she rolled over unto her side; hoping to block the sun out of her eyes. Still, rays of sunlight danced on the wall as they were reflected from the window. She squinted her eyes together, but to no avail; her peaceful slumber had been disturbed. Last night had been her first peaceful night in a long time, and she had hoped it would have lasted longer. Misa Amane's dreams had been plagued with nightmares for six weeks now, after finding out about Light Yagami's passing.

-0-

She had been lounging on a sofa in her Suite when there has been a knock on the wooden door. Misa had raced towards it, praying it would be her Light; she hadn't seen him in such a long time, and had been growing quite moody lately.

Instead, it was only Matsuda, after she had opened the door. Misa's big smile that she had put on for Light disappeared quickly, replaced with a expressionless look.

"Oh, hey Matty. Come in." She didn't even try to mask her disappointed tone. Misa plopped down on the sofa, and kicked her legs off the side. Flipping thru the channels on TV, she almost forgot about Matsuda's presence.

"Is there something you wanted...?" Misa asked, growing aggravated. Matsuda was usually never quiet and it seemed odd to see him sitting calmly in a chair. His dark eyes averted Misa's gaze, as he began to twiddle his thumbs nervously.

"Misa-Misa, have you heard anything...anything...about...Light?" Matsuda's usually strong voice wavered.

"No! Not at all! Ya know, I love Light and all, but he's acting just plain rude! Never calling me, or coming over! He better not be with that Takada, or I'll just have to do something about that..." Misa sighed, turning off the television and turning too Matsuda. She noticed how he had grown even more nervous; gulping over and over, and beads of perspiration had appeared on his face.

"You need a pill or something Matty?"

"NO!" Matsuda shouted suddenly, surprising Misa, "No thank you..." He coughed into his hand.

"Matty, what's goin' on? You're looking very pale...wait! You're not proposing to me are you?! I was in a movie once where my co-star had to propose to me, and he had to get all ner-"

"MISA-MISA...I'M NOT PROPOSING TO YOU!" Matsuda shouted, gripping his forehead. Misa was startled by his actions, and rather ticked about the current situation.

"Then what are you trying to tell me...?" She asked, folding her arms together.

"I'M TRYING TO SAY THAT LIGHT'S DEAD!" Matsuda shouted, his voice coming out in a rush.

-0-

Misa crawled out of her bed, groaning to herself as she gripped her forehead; headaches were her only companion in these dark days it seemed. Although many members of the Task Force had tried to visit her, she had refused to answer the door. Her cell phone was constantly ringing, with the message count currently at Thirty-eight. Misa stumbled out of bed, nearly tripping on empty bottles of red wine; the red substance was the only thing that worked to get her to sleep.

Stumbling into the bathroom and flicking on the light, Misa was temporarily blinded by the glaring white light. She quickly put her hands to her eyes, and rubbed them until the pain went away. She hadn't turned any lights on in six weeks, preferring the dark. Her nights had consisted of sitting under the covers, listening to cars go by, and the occasional sirens.

Staring into the mirror after a few moments, Misa groaned at her haggard appearance. Her blonde hair clung to her head, oily indeed. Her skin had gotten pale, and from the zero lack of washing her face, a few zits had appeared all over. Where was the beautiful woman who had only a few months ago been a award winning Actress and Model? She certainly wasn't here anymore. Misa forced herself to brush her teeth and hair, and even took the time to pop into the shower. The hot water felt good, but Misa hurriedly got out. She didn't like enjoying herself, not now, when Light wasn't here.

Laying on the sofa, Misa picked up the hotel's phone and dialed Room Service. She had to eat, even if she didn't feel like it.

"Room Service, what can we get for you?"

"Hmph...I'd like...ice cream...all five of your flavors...in a big bowl...oh...and...Three bottles of Red Wine..."

"It's Sunday ma'am, but we have plenty of non-alcoholic alternatives for you..." The woman on the other line said in a perky tone. This annoyed Misa.

"Chocolate shake then..." Misa didn't care if the calories would go straight to her stomach, who did she have to be thin for?

"Would you like Skim Milk or Regular Milk used..?"

"Regular."

"Non fat regular, or just regular regular?"

"Regular Regular."

"Cherry on top?"

"No."

"Whipped Cream?"

"Yes."

"Chocolate Syrup?"

"Yes..." Misa said with clenched teeth; this was just getting ridiculous...

"We'll have it right up to you! Room 405 correct?"

"Yeah."

"Have a nice day!" The conversation ended.

Misa sighed angrily to herself as she lay down on the coach. Her thoughts were empty as she listened to the somehow calming sounds of the outside world. Cars passed by, horns honked, and chatter from people could be heard in the Suite. The first week after learning Light was gone was horrific. Misa had gotten numerous calls from the front desk of people in the Hall calling them and reporting a woman crying nonstop; she had learned to go into the bathroom when she had needed to cry. When Misa needed to hear Light's voice, she dialed his cell phone number, and listened to his voice mail.

"This is Light Yagami. I'm terribly sorry, but I'm not here to take your call right now, so leave a detailed message with your name and number, and I'll call you back. Thanks." Doing this every night before she 'attempted' to go to sleep was oddly comforting...

-0-

"I'M SAYING THAT LIGHT'S DEAD!" Matsuda shouted.

At first Misa was silent, not truly registering his words. Her mouth had gone considerably dry, but somehow managed to open it.

"What...?"

"Light...Light's dead...Misa...We found out...he was Kira...and I...shot him..." Matsuda averted his eyes from Misa.

"You what...?!" Misa screeched, sitting up from the sofa. It was like she had completely disregarded the 'Kira' part.

"I shot him..." Matsuda whispered, looking down into his lap.

"Get...out..." Misa murmured, her eyes piercing into Matsuda's.

"What...?"

"I SAID GET OUT!" Misa shouted, pointing towards the door.

Fearing the wrath of Misa, Matsuda quickly raced towards the door. He figured he'd come back once she'd cooled down; and explain everything that happened that day. Until then, however, Misa just needed time alone; Matsuda reasoned as he stepped into the elevator.

"Women are emotional creatures by nature, and need time to overcome their feelings." Matsuda faintly smiled to himself.

He pretended not to have heard the sobs echoing out of Misa's room.

Death Note wrapped up on Adult Swim last night. I cried, and am now officially depressed. I also noted how the Anime changed Misa's death a little; showing her jumping off a building? Hmph…well, it did add for some nice camera visuals.

Anyway, this story completely came to me in the blink of an eye. I sat down, and realized I had to write a Death Note story; and I didn't look back. So if you like it, then please review.