A/N: This idea just bit me, and left it's unwavering essence behind. Hope you like it. There were a lot of ambiguous things and characteristics of Misa and I thought that I could make use of them; and attempt to reveal the secret behind her uncanny behavior. Inspired from "Poison In My Veins" by Bayside. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own DeathNote or any of its characters.

Title: Poison In My Veins

Summary: Misa has a terrible secret and it will be all too soon revealed; much to Light's horror.

The room was over casted by moving and animated shadows thrown from the outside street lamps which danced across the walls. There was a weird musky smell that filled the room and bathed the senses with an overflow of happiness. Two of the walls on either side hung portraits of angels of death and patched up dolls with deathly stitches across the eyes, necks, and hands. It was filled with displays of death, pain, grief, and anger. To any other ordinary person, it would not emanate anything but twisted and deranged ideals of death and goth; but to her it was home and her solace.

Misa was lying peacefully on her bed, staring unwaveringly up at the ceiling. The night was old, but sleep was reluctant to come so she occupied herself by thinking. Everyone else just assumed that this sweet, beautiful and rather naive blonde haired model was too superficial and quite stupid; but there was only one who knew better than that. She turned herself over on her stomach and went over every detail of the notebook she caressed in her arms.

"Rem," she asked.

There was a long ghastly looking figure hovering beside her bed, with long purplish strands of hair covering half her face. Her eyes glowed bright red and her blackish lips opened in reply. "Yes Misa?"

The blonde girl didn't look up, but carefully opened the notebook; gazing over the names that were written inside. "Do you think it'll work?"

Rem looked at her. "I am quite sure Light will not consider killing you; he knows that if he did, he'd die too."

"Yes, it'd be very awful if he died," she murmured. "Do you think he really likes me?"

"I think he is simply manipulating your feelings to get what he wants from you. He's made it quite obvious that he is just using you."

Misa finally got up and tucked her Death Note back in its hiding place, and finally looked up to meet the Shinigami's bloodshot eyes. "I think with time, he will come to love me." The girl got up and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going Misa," Rem asked. "at this late in the night. The police are still watching."

Misa giggled to herself. "Honestly Rem, it happens to appear that you have fallen in love with me." The blonde haired girl grabbed her jacket that hung from the back of the door. "Aren't you coming with me?"

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"What's wrong? Are you not going write in the Death Note?" The Shinigami laughed again; the most annoying laugh that could fall on any unfortunate person's ears. Light happened to be that unfortunate.

Light quickly dismissed his taunting and resumed to staring up at the ceiling. He sighed. The Shinigami chuckled again; for the millionth time yet. It all began ever since that annoying and eager girl had appeared at his doorstep. Sure he decided that her talents, mostly her eyes, would be highly beneficial in over-coming his and Kira's arch-nemesis; L. However, her eagerness and plain naivety made her an annoyance and the single fact that he could do nothing to over-come this personal dilemma; frustrated him. Why couldn't she just let him be? She had mentioned that she only wanted to thank Kira for giving her parent's murderer justice and he accepted that; so why was she so clingy? He agreed that he was quite good looking and a genius; which he knew for a fact was very attractive to the opposite sex; however he was also sure that they were another 6 million guys almost as attractive as himself in the world; who would love to be with someone as pretty as Misa. He only questioned, why him?

Ryuk laughed again as he crossed the room to grab another apple.

Extremely annoyed, Light snapped. "What is it? What do you find so amusing?" he growled. "Can't you see that I am in no mood for your stupid games?"

"Nothing," Ryuk chuckled; clearly not affected by Light's recent outbreak. "I just have noticed that you have been awfully confused and frustrated with Misa's arrival. I find it amusing really." He chuckled again.

Light threw him an angry look, causing Ryuk to quiet down and silently eat his apples. "What does she want from me?" he asked out loud.

Ryuk laughed again, dropping the apple in his hand to the floor. Light immediately stood up. "Okay, tell me. I want to know why you are laughing," Light demanded. "The last time you were laughing so amusingly was when that FBI agent's wife gave me an alias. I know I am missing something; so tell me."

"I may not know too much about humans, but I know about Misa and Rem," Ryuk chuckled again.

Light's eyes shot up in confusion and his brows narrowed. "What do you mean? You know what about them?"

"I have come to see a lot more and learn of you, human's actions and desires. After all, I have been watching over you all for thousands of years. You would guess, I would know a thing or two."

"What are you talking about?" Light questioned again, growing irritated quickly.

"I can assume, that you desire her. I have come to observe that you love to dwell in a sense of domination, and here is Misa. This girl who bows down to your feet." Ryuk smiled more widely now. His purple lips pulled apart to reveal two rows of perfectly small razor-like teeth.

Light laughed maniacally at the irony of this Shinigami's revelation. "You think I desire Misa?" He laughed again for a minute longer before returning to his senses. "She is naive, childish, and stupid. I would never, in my life, even consider the possibility of me with someone with the likes of her." Light got up from his bed and sat down before his desk. "Besides, Ryuk. That wasn't what I wanted to know."

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"Where are you going Misa?" Rem asked.

The alleyway was fairly eerie and deserted except for the tall lampposts and her trailing Shinigami for company. The light that fell onto the cement paved sidewalk made the alley seem longer and more daunting; just the way she liked it. An uncanny breeze whipped its way through her hair, causing chills electrifying up her spine. In response, she pulled her jacket tighter to herself.

"I'm going to go visit Light," she cheerfully replied.

"Right now?" Rem asked surprised. "Are you sure? Would you not wish to wait just a little longer?"

"I can't help it Rem," she blushed as she replied. "I just can't stay away from him. I miss him too much. I must see him right now."

She finally reached the house. All the lights in the house were closed, except a small faint glow coming from Light's bedroom. 'Perfect, he's awake' she thought to herself. 'I won't need to wake up everyone.' She smiled even more as she dug into her purse, pulling out a small cherry red cell phone. Flipping it open, she searched for the name, "Light Yagami" and pressed call.

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"-would work, if only L hadn't put me in this infuriating position," Light thought out loud. He turned to Ryuk. "I think I may need to turn myself in."

Ryuk gagged on his apple for a second and after finally able to gulp it down, he replied, "What do you mean?"

"I think I will need to temporarily give up the Death Note. Ryuk, if I do so I will lose memory of the Death Note right?" he asked.

Ryuk nodded. "Well yes, but I am curious to know what you intend to do."

"Well, if I really have no knowledge of the Death Note, L would never be able to find evidence for me being Kira. There would be no confession. Once I would be cleared of all suspicion, I would return to the Death Note. I would be able to get all my previous memories back right, if I reclaim ownership of the Death Note?"

"Yes, I suppose you will be able to. Sounds like a good plan," Ryuk agreed.

"There's only one problem-" The phone rang. Interrupted and annoyed for being so, he walked over to his bed to grab his cell phone. "Misa." Just great! He turned to the clock on the bedside table. It was 3 A.M. 'What could she possibly want now?' he asked himself. It took him almost a minute to decide whether or not he should pick up or pretend to be asleep, before he actually picked up. He figured she'd find out anyways, through her Shinigami, and her being all angry and in his face was more than he could bear at the moment.

"Hello?" he spoke into the phone.

"Hi Light!"

"It's 3 A.M. What do you want; why'd you call me so late?" Light said, without sounding so annoyed but yet at the same time unable to hide the subtle hints.

"I missed you."

"Couldn't you just have waited till tomorrow?" he asked.

"No." He should've known.

"Is that the only reason why you called?" sighed Light.

"No." He could feel her blush through the phone. This could only mean bad news- for him at least. "Can you come down and open the door for me? I don't want to wake everyone up by ringing the doorbell."

'What?!' he screamed in his head. It took him a few seconds to relax and calm down, before he spoke again into the phone. "Go home Misa. I am sleeping." He then hung up and sighed. That girl was so annoying.

Ryuk laughed loudly again, and as he did so, the phone rang again. It was Misa. Turning it off, he turned over in his bed. Argh!

"I don't think you would like to get her angry," Ryuk chuckled. He found this new possessor of his DeathNote to be quite entertaining. "I would suggest that you open the door. You wouldn't want to upset her or Rem. Do not forget what she said to you."

"That is only if I harm her," Light replied calmly. "I am not being mean, I am being sensible and rational. Something she should consider."

Then the next moment, his phone buzzed again. It was a text message from Misa. "I have something for you; it is important."

'Huh?' he thought to himself. 'What could it possibly be, that she came in the middle of the night. I know she is more or less quite delusional but I guess she wouldn't be so obtuse and disturb me if it weren't important.' Light was surely in a personal dilemma. On one hand, if she really had something regarding L and Kira; which could possibly help him come up with something then he would finally be able to get some sound sleep; however if this were a joke, then it would be very very bad for him. It took him a while to decide, weighing each outcome on his mind. Finally, making a regretful decision, he walked out of his room and quietly towards the front door. Ryuk followed closely behind, still having that large grin embedded in his face.

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Finally the door opened, as the faint light from the street poured in. She could see a tall and slim silhouette in the doorway, which could only mean one person-

"Light!" she squealed as she ran forward to embrace him in her arms. "You won't believe what I have to say."

"Not here Misa," Light whispered in an attempt to calm the girl down.

"Sorry, I know I should be more discreet."

Misa followed the tall brunette to his room; her arms comfortably locked in his. They slowly walked up the stairs, careful to make as little noise as possible. All sensibility screamed at himself, in his head. What was I honestly thinking, letting her come?! It could end very badly. What if dad wakes up? he thought to himself. He cursed himself under his breath. It was already too late to do anything now. He sighed as he opened the door.

Misa immediately let go of his arm and flopped onto the bed. Light walked over to open the small dim lights above his bed, bathing the room in a glow of light. He grabbed the chair and turned to face Misa. "What is so important that you found the need to tell me now?"

Misa smiled as she pulled off her black jacket and folding it neatly in her lap; exposing her new black, silver, and red laced corset. "Well you wont believe what I know. It's regarding L."

"L?" Light asked. This was the first good news he heard in quite a while.

"Why, oh yes." Misa got up and walked towards Light, who was still transfixed into his own thoughts. Misa came over and draped one leg over his and sat comfortably in his lap. Light immediately snapped his attention back to reality.

"What are you doing Misa?" he asked, attempting to push her off. As he tried to Misa quietly bent forward and trailed a few kisses across his jawline, before reaching his ear. "I can't tell you," she whispered, "but I can show you."

Light immediately pulled away. "Is this another pathetic attempt to get what you want, by trying to fool me?" he accused. "It wont work." He pushed Misa off of him and got up immediately, angry.

"Well Light," Misa said atlast. "You need me, and I know that some part of you even wants me."

Light stared, completely surprised by Misa's uncanny behavior. This was not the Misa he had assumed her to be.

"There's something that you must know about me and Rem," she smirked as she untied her hair, letting her golden curls cup her face. Misa made her way back towards Light and stood only a foot from him. "I'm sorry I can't tell you; but I definitely can show you."

Light had never been in this position before; he had never allowed it; however ever since this mysterious girl showed up in his life all he had been was confused. However he came to know that maybe he was frustrated in more than one way. Her voice sent a silent chill up his spine. He never knew her to be somewhat dominating as well and it was the first time he saw it in someone else; and he was terribly afraid to admit that he sort of liked it. 'What am I even thinking; this is MISA!' he yelled at himself in his mind.

"I think you should go now," Light urged, desperately trying to blanket the tug in his stomach as he watched her walk seductively towards him and trail her small and pointy fingers gently across his chest.

"You see Light," Misa continued. "The only way to kill a Shinigami is to-"

"Make it fall in love," the auburn haired young man sighed. "I already know this. How the hell is this going to help me kill L?"

"Let me finish," she whispered. She lifted her hand and caught his jaw in her hands, forcing him to finally look at her. She looked like a beautiful goddess with cherry full lips, a scent of her natural essence wafted from her very being, and her eyes- those large mesmerising eyes- finally caught his attention. Again he could feel that small tug pull harder than before. 'What is wrong with me?' he thought to himself. 'Damn girl.'

"I know deep down inside," she chuckled, "you want me to die. I am no shinigami, lest my love for you kills me; but I am sorry to disappoint you."

"What are you talking about?"

Misa pushed Light onto the bed and quickly straddled his legs, so that he would not be able to escape. She bent forward and kissed him lightly on his jawline. "You know how Rem knows how to kill a shinigami?" She moved her fingers to the hem of his t-shirt and slipped her hand inside. His skin was so soft, so creamy, and so pure. It almost felt perfect. Almost. She smiled gleefully as she felt him shudder under her.

He cursed himself. A part of him- a big part of him- wished to get this skanky slut away from him and punish her -if only emotionally- for her disrespectful manner; but another part of him -mostly his body- welcomed this new adventure. He had been around quite a few girls, but none were as bold and persistent. She made him feel desired, pursued, worshipped like a god.

"A Shinigami saved my life," Misa whispered quietly in his right ear. She dug her fingernails into his side causing him to gasp in shock. "Because he loved me; the way I love you." She pecked a small and sweet kiss on his open and surprised mouth. "I was supposed to die three years ago by a lunatic fan."

Light couldn't deny what his body ached to even try to push her off. He knew he liked it - oh goddamit, he liked it. He didn't like her- he reassured himself- just what she was currently doing to him; or intending to do.

Suddenly she stopped and stared him squarely in his eyes; brown piercing brown set the gaze ablaze. "Do you know what happened when that shinigami sacrificed himself for me?" She watched intently at Light's expression.

He only shook his head gently, afraid to let his voice free. His mind always worked; concocting ideas and analysing situations; it was what made his deducting skills so precise. However, his mind was boggled. He once thought that the only reason Misa arrived was to enjoy his company- though he couldn't understand how she did- then as she began to seduce him; he knew for sure. But then again, she started talking about killing a Shinigami. He definitely knew this wasn't shared just to start a conversation even by her standards; and he began to question her motives. Did she really have something important to tell me? And here he was, lying defenseless underneath her warm, petite body; restricting him to move with sweet temptations.

"All his years were given to me," she finally said. Tears clouded her eyes, and this really confused Light even more. "I can't die Light; not now; not ever. I will wander aimlessly for all eternity."

Light's mouth dropped. He finally got the strength to get up and instinctively wrapped his arms around her. He didn't know why, but his body was acting on its own. 'Stupid girl,' he cursed under his breath 'She talks about immortality as if it's a bad thing.'

Suddenly she pushed Light back down on the bed, catching him off guard; then placed her hands over his and locked them tightly. She bent her face only a few centimeters from his face; her sweet breath grazed his nose. That tug in the pit of his very own core grew tighter and stronger and immediately all he wanted to do was grab those luscious lips with his own.

"I love you Light," she whispered. "I really want-"

Her words were cut short by a warm and wet pair of lips. This was something that she definitely did not expect; but she welcomed it nevertheless. She closed her eyes allowing him to take control over her feelings. She could feel his hands slip away and rest comfortably on her waist. She felt the warm body beneath her begin to get up and sit up; however his lips never left hers.

Light felt this uneasiness spread across his chest, and vibrate through his spine. It felt like his entire being was set on fire, and he longed for more. He longed to delve into the depths of her unrealism and experience ignorant bliss for once in his life. He gathered her more tightly to him as his tongue finally made an entrance to hers.

She lifted her arms around his face and slowly into his silky and chocolaty hair. Her left hand gently stroked his neck as she allowed his tongue to dominate hers. Just for tonight, she would let him.

Light had no idea what came over him, other than all the biochemistry that was experimenting inside him. He wondered why he never felt so aroused and intrigued by any other girl, who were much more sensible than she. He wondered why she had this effect over him. It was merely physical, he reassured himself, right?

She pulled away and gazed her love's face contently. A big smile enticed the edges of her lips. She immediately caught the hem of his shirt and with one swift movement and ever so elegantly, pulled it away from his body. She stared hungrily at him; a stare that somewhat scared Light. But he shook off the feeling. She grazed the tips of her fingers across his chest and down the middle towards his navel; sending him shivering with lust.

With confidence and a sense of control overwhelming him; he quickly grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over so now she lay defenseless under him. A smirk was pulling itself at the corners of his lips.

"What do you want Misa?" he whispered.

She gasped at his words, and smiled even more widely -if that were even possible. "You Light, I only want you." She reached for his face and kissed him tenderly; capturing his tongue with hers. But he pulled away and looked down at her.

"Do you really love me?" he asked her. She only nodded, her lips turning into a slight frown. "You don't know me."

"You don't know me either," she smiled. "But I want to know you; every bit of you. I want to memorize each facet and every side, because I don't think this will last forever."

She really confused him a lot; she was an enigma he was itching to solve. He was immediately snatched away from his thoughts as he felt her fidgeting with his buckle. Instinctively he grabbed a hold on her wrists and brought them over her head and stared somewhat annoyed in her eyes. "You know you are very distracting. You are so innocent, gullible and artless; and yet here you are trying to convince me that you are more than what you appear."

"Aren't you doing the same?" she chirped happily, only causing him to silently growl in the back of his throat. She stroked his fingers with her own and continued smiling contently at his face that hovered only a few inches above hers. "The only difference, my sweet love," she carried on, "is merely the fact that I know I am more than what I appear and you do not."

His grip grew tighter and the scowl on his ever so calm and deceiving face grew deeper. "What the hell do you mean by that?" he scolded sharply under his breath, "You think you can ever be like me, a figure of fear?"

Misa quietly watched as her love's face relaxed and he took a deep sigh. "I may not be fear, but I can kill. And I will kill only for you, Light." She wriggled her wrists free from his now loosened ones and allowed her fingers to nibble on the side of his body. "And I promise I will kill L for you."

"The Death Note won't be useful as long as you have not seen him and learned his name. How do you plan to kill him?"

"I don't need a notebook to kill, Light. I have already killed a Shinigami," she whispered. Her gaze never left his lips, moving and stirring as he spoke, but she wanted him to stop. She wanted him to give in to his desires. "Kiss me Light, just kiss me." Her hands moved to his face, so that she would be more capable of catching his lips within hers.

He immediately coursed through the strings that wrapped around her new corset. He had not noticed earlier, but he had to agree that red and black really suited her and this particular corset really accentuated her amazing body. His hands moved on their own accord, but he had somehow gave in to his desires; as they finally pulled apart. Misa's stomach and her lacy black bra were finally let free. He took his own few seconds to admire the exposed flesh beneath him, and he could feel the tingling sensation course through his intimate being.

"I am yours," Misa murmured. Light's eyes were finally blinded by his sensual desires and the temptation looming beneath him; all exposed, vulnerable and his to claim. Snaring like a predator on his prey, he dived forward to catch her lips with his own; only this time it was all about need, domination, control, and aggression. He was not going to be kind, gentle, or tender; he did not do those things - ever.

Misa welcomed Light's aggressive manner with pleasure. She had been anxiously waiting for him. With her lips secretly smiling, her hands roamed their territory, claiming every inch of his torso; allowing her nails to mark him forever hers. At the same time a piercing pain erupted from her lips and she knew that Light had bitten her bottom lip. She could feel the blood being literally sucked out of her.

His hands groped her stomach, roaming and acknowledging each curve and inch of smooth skin within his touch. They travelled north until it reached it's destination. He growled in the back of his throat as the lacy curtain hindered, and with one quick flick of the fingers; Misa's brand new black bra was now ripped, crumpled and shredded.

His lips tackled her nude and peachy nipples, as the other hand grabbed her waist pulling her painfully closer to himself. Misa's back arch with pleasurable pain as he teeth sunk into her flesh; unofficially marking her as his and only his. Her hands trailed through his hair, gently pulling and stroking; until he finally looked up with those deceiving and conniving eyes that only reflected his other identity; his other personality; his other self.

"And tell me Misa," he whispered enticing. "How will you kill L for me? He is no shinigami."

Her fingers gently stroked the side of his face and towards his lips. "Yes, he is no shinigami. It's a pity that I cannot simply make him love me; but he is a mere mortal. He can die and he will. Rem and I are very different from you and Ryuk." Her hands glided down the length of his torso and towards his belt once more. She began to tug on the buckle causing it to finally unlatch and break free. Once she had stashed the belt off to the side of the bed, unbuttoning his jeans was a piece of cake. Her hands slipped inside, causing Light to silently curse her. "Rem and I know how to kill without a Death Note. Something else happened the night I was supposed to die." Her hand travelled even more south. Light shivered.

Taking the advantage of Light's short distraction from the conversation; she tightly grabbed onto his waist and wrapping her legs around his legs; she seated herself comfortably on his lower body. Her hands returned to their original position and with a childish frown on her face, she spoke. "This is bothering me," she scowled before she ripped his jeans from body and threw it onto the ground to join the forgotten belt. A grin grew deeper.

"I would tell you Light, really if I possibly could; but I don't know how to explain it. The only way I know how is to show you," she spoke after which she leaned forward to kiss Light on his lips.

Surrendering to her inability to tell him; he figured he would learn it all later. He closed his eyes as his arms wrapped around her back. This kiss was different; it felt warm, gentle, and needful. There was more emotion rather than lust in this kiss; and he knew all too well that he was playing with her feelings. Sure, he heard her tell him that she loved him; but he dismissed them as delusional thoughts. But this kiss; it was too much. He could feel her love emanating from her being and the tears that formed in her tightly closed eyes. It made him feel a little sorry for taking advantage of him.

Then she broke away and stared into his eyes. "I wish there was another way," she muttered.

Light's brows narrowed in confusion. "Another way for what?"

"To show you; but there isn't. I love you Light; those will be my dying words," she whispered.

Suddenly something overwhelmed him. He felt like his heart was falling, an endless fall. He felt like he was slowly losing control completely. All he could focus on was what was sitting before him. She no longer looked like an angel; but the sweet taste of death.

Her eyes glowed slightly in the partially illuminated room, and her cherry lips trembled. Her hands removed the last piece of cloth from his now sweaty body. His eyes revealed fear, but his face remained as calm as ever.

Her hands grabbed his pulsating member and squeezed it tightly causing him to silently whimper out in pain. "Make love to me," was all she said. It was all she had to do. Immediately a lustful desire overwhelmed him and his mind went blurry. Catching her waist in his grip, he laid her out beneath him. Like some animal possessed being, he tore away her underwear to meet her virgin, untouched opening.

Growling with an unexpected emotion of need and release, he pierced through and began to pound in on her. With each thrust, she howled with pain. He grabbed her lips with his own to prevent her from screaming aloud.

Each passing second began a merciless agony and pain, for both of them. However Misa seemed sadistically inclined to actually find the pain exciting while Light was mentally decapitated; watching as his body scratched her back, pounded into her, and suckled the sweet taste of her blood from her lips. He wanted to stop and escape, but he couldn't. It seemed like he had lost all control and sense.

In and out and back in again. Each moment compelled his body to move faster and faster, causing more friction which in turn created more painful pleasure for Misa, and pleasurable pain for Light. Then it came. He and she climaxed at around the same time. The feeling was intolerable. Light felt as though he would explode and when he finally did, he spilled his seed into her. Exhausted, he fell down beside her. Blood pooled around their legs. The feeling was nauseating and disgusting; but the feeling that coursed through his being and mind was nothing in comparison.

Misa however did not lay herself behind the tired young man; instead she got up and seated herself comfortably on his groin causing him to feel the tenderness tenfold. Light knew her secret at last.

"I am sorry for all the pain I caused you, and the pain I will cause you," she whispered.

"How?" was all Light could muster. "Why?"

"When that Shinigami died for me, not only did he give me his years but also his Death," she continued. She laid her head gently onto his chest and for a moment or two, contently listened to his quick heartbeats. "I'm not mortal; I have already told you that much; but I am also not human. I am a Death Note; I have the poison that enchants the notebook, now in my veins." She placed her chin upright so that she could look into Light's eyes. "That's why I don't need a Death Note to kill L."

There was a moment of silence between them.

"Rem is really not a shinigami; she is my other half. You see, two souls cannot share a human body; but a shinigami's, on the other hand, can. The only reason I can't tell how I can kill, is because I can only show how much of a manipulative bitch I can be." She chuckled, her eyes widening with insanity. "Tonight, you experienced how persuasive I can be."

Misa finally got up and draped her skirt over herself. Then she walked over to Light's closet and picked out a nice black, long sleeved shirt for her to wear. "I could've asked you to just die, but I wont. "Putting her hair properly in it's place, she leaned over to Light's horrified face and gave him a sweet upside down kiss on his cheek. "This is fun, we should do it more often." Giggling, she left his room.

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A/N: I'm sorry if it ended horribly. I have been working on this one-shot for almost two weeks, because I just didn't know what and how to write it all down. This was not really my original idea, but then I got frustrated and wanted to just finish it; so I did. I tried to keep it interesting in the end; but alas, I am sorry if I didn't.