This was a random idea that popped into my mind. I wanted to do a humor fic and I though "hey, why not cross Legally Blonde with Death Note?" Misa looks the part and certainly has a few things in common with Elle, at least the Elle at the start of the movie. I'm guessing at about ten chapters and since this is a brief infatuation with the idea kind of fic, I expect quick updates. Quicker, if the reviews come to me!
Edit: currently under the process of being rewritten.
If there ever was a girl more fortunate than Amane Misa, then neither she nor her friends from the modeling agency knew of her. At nineteen, the blonde idol had it all; fame, fortune, killer looks and an amazing boyfriend. And, according to her friends, the last on that list would be changing very soon.
For the better, of course.
"I still can't believe you guys are getting engaged!" Hiyori, a perky twenty-one year old friend of Misa's chirped. She and Satsuki were only starting up; in the case of the latter, she wasn't even a model yet, but she was trying her best. Misa, the national sweetheart, was finally getting hitched!
The blonde hung her pigtailed head slightly, flaxen strands falling into her face in an image of complete innocence.
"It might not be tonight…" she said evasively. But she was as excited as the rest of them; at long last, her boyfriend, who she loved more than life itself, was going to propose to her.
"Oh, come on!" Satsuki cried, giving her a sharp pat on the back, making the blonde straighten up against her will. "Having dinner with his whole family? A talk with his dad? Girl, unless someone died, this has to be the proposal talk and thus the night!
"I guess you guys are right…" Misa smiled brilliantly, thankful for the encouragement. "Misa sure hopes you are!"
Yagami Light, perfect as far as boyfriends went, had been the best choice in her life as far as she was concerned. They had met accidentally on the day of the trial against her parents´ murderer and it had been love at first sight, at least for her. That was two years ago – it was just about time; not too soon or too late. And Light was perfect, even with timing.
"Don't worry a second!" Hiyori couldn't even fathom why Misa would be nervous. Any man in Japan would give all four limbs to have a chance with her. "I mean, what guy wouldn't love Misa-Misa, right?"
"So, what are you gonna wear tonight?" Satsuki asked eagerly, pouncing on the couch. Misa's Tokyo apartment was stylish but still not too large, making it all the cozier. "Gothic Lolita as usual?"
Even now, Misa was dressed in her signature style; a tank top and ballerina skirt, all set to perfectly compliment her pale skin and sparkling eyes. But her two blonde pigtails shook fervently at once at such a suggestion.
"No, no, Misa can't wear something like that on such a special night! Besides, we're going to a really classy restaurant… I just…" When she bit her lip, it seemed like she was posing for a fashion shot. "Well, I want Light to feel comfortable with me there! Save the trendy outfits for private occasions, you know."
Both girls squealed, getting the idea immediately, though Misa wasn't being entirely serious yet. They hadn't actually gotten that far; Light was far too gentlemanly any proper for that.
"We understand completely, Misa-chan! " Satsuki squealed, but then turned serious in a flash. Fashion was their forte, but Misa was obviously being indecisive at the moment. "Just remember, too much cleavage and he might not get the words out, but too little and he might hesitate."
"Yeah and don't pick an outfit that makes you look younger! Won't be a good bet in this case, you want to look mature." Hiyori added, flipping through the nearest fashion magazine. "And you know how he is."
Misa thought about it just for a moment. She had an outfit in mind designed specifically for more formal occasions on which it would be somewhat inappropriate to be fully Misa-Misa. "Misa actually thought she'd wear that pink dress she wore at my sister's wedding, remember?"
Her friends had seen photos of the rosy silk and satin miracle, so they needed only a moment to envision Misa in a mind's eye in a fancy restaurant, the kneeling figure of Light in front of her. It was the perfect image, the ideal fairytale that every girl dreamed of.
"Ooh, totally go with that! Pink is one of your best colors and that dress doesn't look too girly!"
Satsuki looked puzzled. "What's wrong with a girly dress?"
"Shut up, Satsuki!" Hiyori rolled her eyes, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "It would make it seem she's expecting it!"
"Light would likely be proud of Misa if she figured it out in advance." Misa speculated out loud.
Light took after his father completely when it came to career ideas and wanted to be chief of police one day just like Yagami-san. It would likely impress him if she deduced this on the spot, but it could be a blow to his pride as well.
"Anyway, you might wanna keep your hair down completely tonight. You know, look more mature." Hiyori winked, pointedly pulling her shirt down a bit to reveal more of her rather unimpressive cleavage.
Misa nodded, beaming. "Uh-huh, okay, Hiyori-chan! Okay, Misa has to go get ready, but she will meet you tomorrow, okay!"
The girls stood up and grabbed their jackets, ready to head out into town and crossing their fingers for Misa. Like she needed it – there was no chance of anything going wrong. No chance at all.
"Remember to show us the ring!"
The door closed and Misa collapsed on the sofa, feeling utterly content. The name Yagami Misa repeated itself over and over in her mind. She was going to be the perfect wife, even if it meant giving up her career for Light; she would do it. Anything for the love of her life. And tonight, her dream of the past two years would finally come true.
If there was any girl happier than Amane Misa, she had to be Barbie.
If a girl had a boyfriend like Yagami Light, she had a right to be proud.
The eighteen soon-to-be nineteen year old high school graduate was not only the highest-scoring student in the whole country; he was also among one of the most handsome ones. Ironically, his was a classy elegance that didn't require daily maintenance as it was with most people. Misa actually speculated that he would look great even with a bad case of bed hair, in an adorable kind of way.
Fortunately, he was also a very snappy dresser, especially when dressed in a suit. The more time they spent together that night, the more Misa was convinced that her friends were right; they were in an expensive restaurant, both dressed their best and he seemed to be in a good if slightly nervous mood. He had even said that he liked her dress. It could only mean one thing.
"Now, Misa, I suppose you already know why I brought you here." Light noted in his usual serious tones once they had finished the main course. He was very tactful, waiting for her to finish putting down her fork before even speaking up.
The model blushed crimson. It sounded like a compliment to her ears. "Well… Misa guessed. You know… the restaurant and everything." she said sheepishly. But she was pleased as well that he had brought it up first; that meant he wouldn't be nervous later on. And it showed his great deduction skills.
"Yes. Well…I don't suppose there's much point in beating around the bush." Light noted, putting his hands on the table, fingers entwining in a business-like fashion. "We have known each other for quite a while, haven't we? You know that I have my future relatively planned out for myself."
Relatively – understatement of the century. Light knew what kind of socks he wanted to wear for the birth of his grandchildren.
"Mm-hm. You want to succeed your dad, which you know Misa fully supports." Misa recited with an excited nod. She prided herself in knowing everything there was to know about Light; she had an excellent memory for small details, not only when it came to fashion.
"Exactly." Light nodded, looking at her seriously. "You know that's something which involves a lot of responsibility."
Misa was handling this surprisingly well, if he was any judge; she was smiling, which was good, but he didn't think there was a high percentage of her actually understanding the full impact of what he was saying. But who was he to know what went on in her airy head?
"Sure! Models have to know responsibility; otherwise we'd miss our photo shoots." Misa explained wisely. "Misa has a tight schedule too."
It was no picnic, being a model nowadays. She didn't even need to exercise that much, because running around all day burned most calories away anyhow.
No, she had no idea what he was saying, Light concluded. Still, this had to be done, better sooner than later.
"Quite. I was also thinking about your place in that future."
"That's so sweet of you, Light!" This was the night, then; he was going to say it! Misa tried her best not to search for the box with the ring.
"To break it down to you, Misa, it's time for me to be completely serious about this." Light said, his tone softening slightly. I'm going to To-Oh to start studying law in a few weeks' time and I want to make a good overall impression, not only with grades, but as a person as well."
His acting was also a perfected part of his repertoire, something he frequently employed nowadays. He knew Misa well enough to be wary of her reaction and thus tried to soften the blow.
"You don't have to worry about your grades, Light; you're the smartest person Misa knows." In his opinion, that wasn't saying much, but it was obviously a compliment from her.
"Nevertheless, I believe that this significant change means that you and I should-"
"Yes!" Misa couldn't stop herself from crying out.
"…break up. I know you understand me." Light finished curtly, putting on an apologetic face.
The jubilant Misa wasn't listening at all – it took several seconds for the words to sink in.
"Of course I will- what?" she shrieked, jumping up and almost knocking her chair over. Embarrassed, she lowered herself back into it, staring at her boyfriend in utter astonishment.
"Misa, please." Light said quietly, looking around to see if this was causing a commotion. Some people seemed to have recognized Misa, but other than that, everything was normal.
"Y-you're… you're b-b-breaking up with-with Misa?" she spluttered, disbelieving. Her mascara was more than ready to run, but Misa couldn't bring herself to care.
She hadn't had too many boyfriends yet – not nearly enough time or guys she liked enough to date more than once – but none had ever dumped her. She was… she was being dumped! Light was the love of her life, as far as she was concerned and he… he…
"Unfortunately." Light confirmed, keeping his expression set to deep sorrow.
It didn't entirely mirror his true thoughts; he was sorry to be cruel to someone else so directly, but Misa certainly wasn't his idea of a suitable girlfriend for someone like him. They were nothing alike and opposites attracted only to a degree.
She had kind of roped him into this relationship in the first place. Cornered him, in a way. And he now needed someone supportive, intellectual and not so entirely dependent on him.
The words were finally sinking in and Misa felt her waterproof mascara lose the struggle against the waterfalls of tears that were streaming down her cheeks.
"B-but L-Light…! Why would you b-b-break up with Misa-Misa?" she whimpered weakly, choking on her own sobs.
She was near hysterics. She wanted to beat on Light with her tiny fists and call him a complete jerk, but she loved him too much. Plus, there was a table between them. And something in her was still conscious of being watched by many people with possible phones and recording devices of different kinds with them.
"Misa, try to see it from my point of view." Light said calmly, trying to soothe the idol by handing her a tissue, which she quickly snatched and used to blow her perfect nose. A scene was the last thing either of them needed now. "I'm going to To-Oh law school and if I'm going to be head of police one day, my girlfriend has to be someone respectable-"
"What?" Misa's shriek echoed through the restaurant; several guests turned around, some recognizing the model and whispering to others.
"I meant someone who would command respect." Light amended quickly. Rash words could cost a lot right now. Misa wasn't above thrashing their whole table if she threw a tantrum, he knew. "Someone serious… and you're an idol."
"B-but everybody loves Misa-Misa!" she objected weakly.
Light sighed, but he saw victory nearby and went for the kill. "I'm sorry, but I don't think police experts would agree with that."
It was logic not even Misa could deny.
"Y-you're breaking up with Misa because she's… too Misa?" the model stammered out, putting things together in her head. Was she too pretty? Were her boobs too big? Or… was she too popular? She did wear skimpy outfits at work, but only because of work! She was serious!
"Yes." The fatal blow struck home. "Misa-Misa is anything but serious."
"But Misa is seriously in love with you!" the model cried, playing her last card.
By then, the entire restaurant was listening to their exchange, watching the drama unfold. Most men didn't understand why anyone would do this to someone like Misa; most women were wondering if that meant they could try and chat up Light.
"So you say." In fact, Light didn't entirely believe that. Misa was still rather childish; her feelings could be simple infatuation, which wasn't something he wanted. "But I believe this to be for the best for both of us."
By the time he finished that sentence, Misa was out of the restaurant, crying her eyes out and running as fast as she could, just to get away from what was to be her dream come true.
"Misa-chan, honey, it's been twelve days…." Satsuki's attempt at comfort was laced with impatience.
They were all at Misa's apartment once more, sitting in a circle and trying to cheer up a thoroughly miserable-looking blonde. She had done her work, but her last photo shoot had turned out more gothic than Lolita. Not good for her image; besides, news of the breakup had apparently reached the ears of tabloid journalists, who immediately made a scandal out of it.
Apparently, someone had managed to take a picture of their restaurant shouting match with a phone. Misa's manager had been so angry that she had ordered Misa to take a timeout until she was fit to stand before the camera once again.
Hiyori watched the makeup-less Misa with worry; she was looking very down, especially when crunching on rice crackers as if they were chocolate.
"Look, there's tons of guys out there who would kill to see you live, not to mention date you!" she suggested brightly. "Chin up; cheer up!"
Misa continued munching and crunching. Nothing mattered anymore; not even her figure. What use was it if it didn't get her Light?
"Besides, I don't even think he's that hot!" Satsuki scoffed, lying through her teeth. Light was anything but not that hot, but she didn't think that would be something to tell Misa now. "Sure, he's top student of all of Japan, but hell-o? You're Misa-Misa! Everyone loves you!"
"We brought you some magazines with your photos in them!" Hiyori added quickly, dropping a stack of new fashion magazines before Misa. Most of them were older than two weeks, back when Misa-Misa had still been the perfect perky idol of all of Japan, not a lovesick heartbroken wreck with slightly greasy hair.
Misa flipped through the pages without any real interest before finding an issue of JJ that made her stare at one page. It was an article titled "Who says it's a man's world?" about prize-winning businesswomen and office workers in general. Clearly, the feminist section of the magazine, something Misa would usually ignore, but this time, she stared at it as if it was her salvation.
"What?" Hiyori asked, looking at the page over Misa's shoulder.
"Look at this!" Misa cried suddently, pointing at the picture of a particularly plain-looking young woman in a business suit and a stack of books in her hands. "This is the kind of girl Light wants!"
Satsuki revised her opinion on Light; hot he might be, but he had really bad taste. "A spinster with a bad bowl cut who thinks grey is the new pink?" she asked, obviously disgusted.
"No, someone serious!" Misa clarified, remembering the word from that horrible night. Someone who was the complete opposite of Misa-Misa… "Someone who never was a himegyaru as a kid! Who can't tell EGL apart from EGA!"
"Then he certainly ain't as smart as his grades say!" Hiyori scoffed, folding her arms. "Does he cheat in class?"
"Guys… Misa knows how to win him back." the model said, her tone perking up in a moment and giving her most Misa-Misa smile. "Misa's going to To-Oh to study law!"
The girls were speechless for a full two minutes while Misa fished out her phone and immediately called her manager, Arisawa Yuki. In a moment, she announced the news to the manager and the woman reacted precisely how her friends wanted to react, but couldn't due to astonishment.
"To-Oh law? Misa, what has gotten into you?" The older woman yelled into the phone. "First the breakup drama and now this?"
"Yuki-san, Misa means this!" The model was also a perfect actress; she knew how to plead, especially when she really wanted to go. "Misa wants to go there!"
The manager sighed in deep irritation. This was a very ill-timed whim. "Misa, I know that you were upset when that Yagami boy left you, but it's bad enough that your latest photo shoot didn't look as good as the previous two; you need to get over this and get back on your feet!"
"But this could do heaps for Misa's image!" The blonde was pacing around the room now, inventing wildly. "Think about it: Misa-Misa is not only pretty and a good singer, but she's smart as well! Misa could gain new fans… nerd fans! Smart fans, you know, the studious kind!"
She hadn't actually thought about needing a reason beyond getting Light back. In her mind, that was reason enough.
"And what makes you think you could even get into a school as prestigious To-Oh?" Yuki challenged skeptically. "There are entrance requirements and deadlines for things like that. It isn't you to do things like this."
Misa froze as well. Her high school grades weren't bad; they were simply average. Certainly not good enough to get her into a top-rated university.
"Love conquers all?" Misa quoted weakly.
"Misa, this will wreck your schedule completely!"
Tears of anger, sadness and determination sprang into the blonde's eyes and everyone knew better than to refuse Misa when she was crying. "But Yuki, Misa… Misa can't be Misa without Light. Misa really loves him! Without Light… the photo shoots will only turn up as bad as the previous one!"
Now that was a threat way below the belt. There was a long silence on the other end of the line before…
"Okay then." Misa punched the air and silently cheered. "Check the requirements for that university. I'll start working on the PR; you're branching out into music, if you still remember that. Maybe you could find inspiration among real life students, okay?" Misa nodded, finding that plausible. "If you can get there, we'll make a deal."
"Yay! Thank you, Yuki-san!" The model hugged her phone, as if it was a person.
"But if you don't get there, you'll get a day off at a spa to shake this off and then get back to work." the manager bargained, "Deal?"
Misa didn't hesitate even a second. The image of Light's jubilant face in her mind was the only thing she needed to convince her.
Her friends were looking at her in silent astonishment when she glanced back at them, all smiles and confidence. Then, finally, they both echoed three words: "Oh. My. Gawd!"
Two months later, after painstaking learning and being a total social recluse, Misa finally managed to get her application delivered to To-Oh. With the hundreds of applications that the admissions board had to process, hers would have gone almost unnoticed, if it wasn't for the fact that it was scented.
"Next is… Amane Misa-san." one of the councilors said, reading the neatly scribbled kanji on the paper. For an idol, Misa had nice and intelligible handwriting.
"Shares a name with the model, does she?" someone perked up.
"No, I'm guessing this is her." the first councilor said, looking at the various papers. "It's her agency, signed right here…"
"You have to be joking." A third councilor noted, leaning back on her chair as she organized a stack of applications. "Seriously? The idol? Why would she want to go to university? She earns more money than most of our graduates already!"
"Possibly to attract wider audiences?" Councilor Number Two suggested. "Does she even have the proper qualifications?"
"Surprisingly… yes." the first councilor said, astonished to her himself say that. An idol, going to law school? "Her high school marks aren't stellar, but she fulfils the necessary conditions… she has a surprisingly good essay." he added as he read through the pages more thoroughly than he usually would.
Number three raised her eyebrows. "Really?"
"Yes, it deals mostly with how she could improve the general image of the university, but it isn't unreasonable." One added, a vein twitching on his forehead as he read over and over the cutesy way Misa referred to herself with her first name instead of a proper pronoun.
"Her recommendations include a letter from Gackt…" Number Two, who had come to list through the papers, added in astonishment.
"Is this the kind of person we want studying here?" a newly arrived Number Four asked, steadying his glasses on his long nose.
"I'd love to meet her!" Number Two said brightly. "Her photos in Non-no were awesome!"
He received a stern look from Number Three. "This isn't a fan mail service; this is law school."
"We might get a broader range of students if we announce that Amane-san has been accepted." Number One suggested. "She makes a good point about the publicity… besides, it's only one place and she is a huge star nowadays."
Number Four sighed. "Very well, then. Amane Misa is hereby admitted to To-Oh, Department of Law."