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splinteredstarFandom: Death Note
Pairing: Eventual Misa/Light
Summary: Misa, she knew she was a silly sentimental girl, but Valentine's Day was still her favorite day of all. A series of seven one shots, over seven special days in her life. Spoilers through the whole series.
Rating: PG
Note: This is the Fluffiest of the lot. Also, imo, the weakest. Damn my inability to keep to schedules.
Chapter Title: Boxed Chocolates
Time: :Preseries
Misa is thirteen, almost grown, but she still likes being treated to dinner by her parents. They always take her and her sister Alice – Misa doesn’t know why they gave Alice a western name, grandpa probably insisted – out every year on Valentine’s Day, because it’s their favorite holiday of all. Even though Misa is grown up now and unbelievably tired from her modeling job, she still loves celebrating this day,
Misa isn’t even sure why she had a shoot today, because she had told her stupid agent that she wanted today off, but it’s no big deal. Even if the agent doesn’t listen to her and the photographer had serious misconceptions about Misa’s flexibility and started at her… Misa shuts the train of thought down with a shake of her head. It’s Valentine’s Day, she’s at an awesome restaurant with her parents – and her sister, but that can’t be helped – and Misa is going to relax. Misa doesn’t get to relax very often lately, so she wants to take every chance she can.
Misa laughs into her drink over something silly her father says, spilling a bit of her drink onto the tablecloth. It leaves an ugly red stain on the cloth, and Alice sighs ans reaches over to cover the spot with napkins. Misa rolls her eyes. Alice is always too neat, too obsessed with keeping everything sparkling. It’s silly and they drive each other insane at home – Misa has school and a demanding job! She doesn’t have time to clean! – and Misa resists the urge to spill more of her drink right onto Alice’s fingers. She doesn’t, though, because her father is watching her and she’d get in trouble. So instead she just sighs, and turns back to the conversation.
Despite all of the annoyances, Misa can’t stay annoyed today, not right now, when she’s surrounded by lovers and romance an all this sappy-sentimental happiness is welling up inside of her. None of it is for her, yet, but that doesn’t matter. This is her favorite day of the entire year, even more than her birthday, because today is about love and happiness and being together. How could she not love it? Misa knows it’s a bit stupid, and she should be too old for this, but she doesn’t care.
The conversation is only barely back on track when Misa feels a tap on her shoulder. She turns, and it’s some boy she doesn’t know. He’s awkward looking and pimply and looks like heaven just fell into his life. He asks her, eyes full of wonder and voice full of cracks, if she’s Misa-Misa. Misa quietly curses in her mind, but she’s had to deal with these types before, so she just laughs and says no, you must have me confused with someone else. She doesn’t want to be bothered by obsessed fans tonight, and quietly panics when he doesn’t believe her and keeps asking. But thankfully, a black-haired, jealous-eyed girl comes and drags him of. She glares knives at Misa, but Misa stopped caring about that a long time ago.
She hopes no one else with bother her tonight, and is grateful beyond words when her mother suggests they go out on the town for a while. It’s easier to avoid people in a crowd, on the street where Misa can pretend to not notice them and move away without being trapped in a chair. They leave, Misa sighing over Alice apologizing way too much for the tablecloth, and as soon as they’re on the street Misa already feels better, just from the sounds and atmosphere of Valentine’s Day. She reaches into her bag to grab her phone; she needs to call her boyfriend…
She looks down, trying to find her phone – but suddenly there’s a bouquet of pink roses thrust into her face. She jumps back, squeaking, and it takes her a moment to realize it’s Ken, her boyfriend, holding roses in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. He’s chuckling at the look on her face, and Misa finally starts laughing with him. She likes Ken, because even though he’s not perfect, he’s charming and sweet and he sees Misa, not Misa-Misa. She hugs him, ignoring the flowers for now even though they’re her favorite color. She takes the chocolate though, opening the box with a smile up at Ken. It’s white chocolate, her favorite, and she can’t help but smile wider. She likes Ken a lot, likes being with him, and even if he’s not her perfect knight – not that she’ll tell him that – he’s nice to hang out with.
Her parents only laugh, and even Alice chuckles a bit, but Misa doesn’t mind much. Her night is perfect now, with Ken and her parents and love in the air, and it can only get better. Ken goes walking with them for a while, chatting and laughing, his arm draped over Misa’s shoulder. Eventually, though, the two of them manage to sneak off alone in the park, and their laughter echoes off of the trees and streetlights. They end up curled up on a park bench, Misa eating her chocolate while tucked under Ken’s arm. They can’t see the stars here, and Ken’s arm is just a little too tight, but that’s all that’s keeping it from being perfect.
Misa is fairly sure she can hear her father yelling from down the path, and yes, that’s the sound of Alice’s high-heeled shoes, but Misa only snuggles into Ken’s side a bit deeper and wishes the moment can last longer. Ken leans down and kisses her, sweet and slow and Misa feels like her insides are slowly curling up, and even though he pulls back when her father comes into view, it’s the perfect end to the day. Misa wants this feeling to last forever, and someday, she’ll find a way.
