Pet

Misa liked L.

Sure she always called him a pervert, but she always called everyone something. It was her was of showing her love for them. She just had solid evidence for L’s nickname; Evidence that defiantly supported her “You PERV!!!” statements.

Either way, Misa enjoyed L’s company, even if he was being a pervert. He was generally polite (even though sometimes very crude and blunt), well-mannered and occasionally very sweet, like all that candy he ate.

He wasn’t even that unpleasant physically. Sure, he could use a good hair brushing, sleep and a Chiropractor, but that was just L.

He didn’t smell bad. In fact, he smelt more like a bakery (Misa knew the smell quite well, because her first appearance on TV had been in the TV show “Misa-Misa’s Happy Sweets”, where she was the star. She even knew how to bake cookies and other pastries), from all those sweets he ate.

His clothes weren‘t dirty. Just old and incredibly worn down. His boxers seemed new, though, considering that sometimes she would catch glimpses through the holes in his pants. She was happy that was true. She would be worried if it wasn’t. The same underwear, every single day…

But, something that was particularly nice about the detective was his voice. It was very unique and distinguishable amongst other voices. Deep, yet soft. It didn’t hurt to listen to, like some peoples. It was almost like a singers voice.

Of course, Misa could never really think of L as a singing type of person. She just couldn’t see him with a mike, singing on American Idol. It just didn’t… fit…

Misa thought of L sort of like their mascot. The cute little critter hopping around and acting all cute.

Yeah, that’s what he was.

Cute.

This was probably why she would always get him cupcakes (treats, in her mind) on her photo shoots and ruffle his messy raven hair sweetly…

L would always freak out when she snuck up on him. He would act calm, but she could tell that he was still jittery. It would always be so uncomfortable, so Misa got into the habit of petting his hair lovingly. He would relax and the air in the room would calm, everything getting comfortable once more.

So, after a while, even when he wasn’t freaked out, she would pet his hair.

Misa even remembered a time when L had actually fallen asleep in her lap, calm curled-up so he fit on his edge of the couch and fingers barely clinging to a fork which rested on an empty plate resting on his stomach. Misa always thought he looked cute when he slept. Like a kitten or something.

“Kawaii!” she had squealed softly, still petting his wild hair.

Misa had pretty much considered L her little mascot (she often confused her manager by saying that she wanted a raccoon for her mascot in magazines instead of a kitten or some other generically cute animal like that).

He was her little pet…

Maybe that was why Misa wasn’t so shocked and appalled when L suddenly licked her hand…?