Porcelain Hearts and Silk Roses: Chapter five

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Title: Porcelain Hearts and Silk Roses

Fandom: Death Note

Pairing: 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

Title: Prince Charming

Time: During timeskip.

It would have been perfect, perfect like a movie scene or her oldest dreams, if Misa had met Light on Valentine’s Day. It would have been perfect, but fate didn’t quite work out that way, and Misa’s dreams can shift. Light is perfect enough, more than perfect, and as she curls up against his side in some café, Misa doesn’t know if she’s ever been this happy.

            This is their first Valentine’s Day together, and even though Misa knows her Light is busy she demanded this day above all others from him. Light, he’s been very busy, being Light and L and Kira and Watari, and he’s barely had any time for Misa lately, but she doesn’t mind too much. He makes time, sometimes, and he’s making a perfect world just for the two of them forever, and she knows he thinks of her when he works. And she’s so very glad they don’t have to worry about Ryuzaki or other girls now, because even though Misa knew why, seeing Light focused on anyone else still made Misa’s heart burn and her fingers itch for the notebook. Light is hers, hers, forever and ever. She tells him this, sometimes, but he only chuckles.

            They ordered lunch a while ago, but Misa hasn’t touched any of it, because all of her focus is on Light, Light with golden hair and golden eyes and a golden smile. Misa, she’s so happy she almost can’t breathe, and she knows without a doubt that Light is the perfect boyfriend she’s been waiting for. This isn’t like Ken, or any of the million adoring fans, mindless and screaming and never seeing her. Even if Light sometimes ignores her, sometimes looks past her when they kiss, even if he almost never says, I love you, Light is hers and she is his.

            Misa isn’t thinking about all the Valentine’s Days in the past, all of the people she used to spend it with and the things she felt then, because what she has now is so much better. Even though she misses Alice and her parents and dear precious Rem, she’s happy, curled up with her Light – her God – and listening to him breathe. She doesn’t want to ruin the moment with memories; she wants to make memories instead. It’s afternoon now, the light streaming through the café window and turning everything gold. Her Light looks like he’s been forged from precious metal, and Misa, she hesitantly reaches up to touch his face, his throat to make sure his calm heart still beats and reassure her he’s real.

            She’d dreamed about him before, dreamed about her perfect knight and perfect God, but Light, he’s better than any dream. Light looks down at her, glowing slightly in the sun, and he smiles softly and makes Misa’s heart flutter. She smiles, remembering something, and presses her finger to his lips, telling him to hold on for just a moment. She didn’t want to think of Valentine’s past, but this is both the past and future, and a silly part of her heart says this is important. She reaches into her bag by her side, searching until her fingers hit construction paper.

            She pulls out a card, a card she made years ago when she was just eight, young and silly and hopeful. It’s crinkled a bit, a bit bent and some of the sparkles have fallen off, but that’s okay. She finished it last night, finally adding Light’s name to the front, and she offers it to him while not meeting his eyes. She doesn’t look up until he takes it from her, and she glances up, worried that he’s laughing at her, laughing at the card, Misa should have had a better offering for her God… But he’s not laughing, just smiling, a bit amused, and leans over to kiss her. It makes her heart warm and when he whispers a soft, thank you into her ear she smiles so widely it feels like her heart will burst.

            He doesn’t ask where it came from, or why the paper has faded with age, and Misa is grateful. Her childhood dreams were just that, dreams, and even though Light is all of them and more they must seem so silly to him. Light smiles at her, his eyes warm flushing to hot, and pulls her out of the chair and to her feet. Neither of them has eaten, and they leave a ridiculous tip, but money is no issue for either of them now. Light holds her close, so close and whispers into her ear something about coming back with him. She says yes, will always and forever say yes, and her heart pulses fast when he leads her to his apartment. It’s blessedly empty for once, and he locks the door behind them. His smile is still warm but getting hotter, and Misa, she knows what he’s thinking and she doesn’t mind, doesn’t mind at all.

            Light deserves that from her, deserves everything from her, and when he pulls her so close she can feel his heart she asks him, whispering, why he waited so long, Misa would give him this any time. She can feel his smile against her throat, and when he whispers back something about making it special for her, she wonders why she bothered with any other man. His lips are soft and his hands are gentle, and she cries when he presses her down into his pillows, because it’s so good and sweet and perfect. Light doesn’t meet her eyes, and she tells herself it’s because he’s too focused on making this beautiful for her, and her eyes would distract him too much.

            She doesn’t let him go, never, so afraid that he’ll slip out of her arms like a dream. She sleeps, curled up against his side, and prays he’ll still be there in the morning.