Destination: Death Note (L x Reader)

Chapter 3!!!

  Reira and Misa headed toward the elevator silently. Reira looked over at Ryuzaki and shot him a look that said, "I'll be alright. Don't worry about me." Much to her dismay, the detective had returned his attention to the videos, trying to catch something he might have missed, or trying to see something that wasn't really there. 'Ha, L, you idiot,' she thought to herself affectionately.
They stepped into the elevator, and as soon as the door shut, Misa wheeled on Reira, chirping, "Listen, you! I know you think you're some kind of hotshot because you're working with Ryuzaki, but stay away from my Light, you hear!" Reira chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Light, huh... I never thought about it..." After a pause, she looked over at Misa and chuckled at her shocked expression before finishing, "Yeah, not really interested. He seriously isn't my type."
She watched as Misa's face relaxed, finally smiling. "Oh, Reira I know we'll be super close friends," she squealed, lunging in for a hug. Reira rolled her eyes at Misa's seemingly instant personality switch, sighed, and muttered, "You know, Misa, I'm not really the touchy feely type..." 'Except towards L,' she added on silently.
When they finally reached Misa's floor, they stepped out and Misa lead Reira to her shower. "I'll go and get you some clothes. I hope you can fit," said Misa, eyeing Reira's chest with thinly veiled jealousy. "Well, if not," Reira replied, "I guess I'll have to borrow some clothes from Ryuzaki."
"Ryuzaki...?" Misa's eyes widened and she squealed with delight. "Ooh, you like him, don't you, Reira?" "W-What? I swear it's not like that!" She felt her cheeks heat up intensely as Misa smirked.
"You do~"
"No"
"It's written all over your face!"
Reira's blush intensified as she nodded a little. Misa let out a triumphant squeal, running to her room. "I'll find you something that'll knock him dead!"
'Agh, that's what I'm afraid of.'

[One more time with feeling! Let's do the Time Warp again! (>*w*)>]
Reira laced up the top of the corset, grimacing. The short, ruffled, plaid skirt made her feel uncomfortable. "Come onnnnn Reira! I wanna see!" She shuffled into the main living room, where Misa sat expectantly. "Wow," she breathed, "You look amazing!"

"A-are you sure that you don't have anything less... Revealing?" Reira's face was as red as a ripe tomato. Misa smirked, replying, "Nope. I'm sorry, but that's the only thing that would really fit your chest." Reira played with the strap of the corset, eyeing Misa. "Do you have a sweatshirt or something, then?" Misa appeared to be deep in thought before answering, "No, I guess I don't, but I have something that might help!" She got up and went into her bedroom. She tossed out two articles of clothing to Reira, who caught them easily. She held them up, uttering a small, "Ah, thank you." The clothing in question was a pair of black-and-white, striped arm warmers and a matching set of opaque tights. Reira went back into the bathroom, slipping the garments on. 'Well, it's better than before...'
"Alright, time for makeup!" Misa walked out of her room, holding a giant makeup bag with a grin on her face. Reira's face paled as she eyed the bag.
"Hey, wait! I didn't sign up for this!!!"

L's P.O.V
I was watching the cameras on Miss Amane's floor intently, listening in on the conversation when something covered up the cameras. 'Damn it, Misa,' I thought to myself. The cameras in the elevator had been covered as well. Just what in the hell was she making [F/n] wear that was so important to cover up cameras? Suddenly, I heard Misa's voice erupt from both the elevator and the camera simultaneously, "Now presenting: A new and improved Reira Mizushiro! Ta-daaaa~!" I quickly switched the screen to a different part of the building and turned around, not wanting [F/n] to know I had been trying to spy on her to see if she was going to confront Misa with the same information she had presented me with.
I suppressed the urge to let my jaw drop. [F/n] looked so different. A little uncomfortable, like a cat that's been forced into a bath against their will, but nice, I suppose. Misa, it seems, had forced [F/n] into a tight, black corset and short, plaid skirt. Her legs seemed to go on forever in the striped tights she was wearing. Her makeup looked like Misa had done it herself. Black, winged eyeliner danced along her lids, making her [e/c] eyes even harder to turn away from, and a clear gloss had been placed on her lips, making her look so...
Ah, what am I thinking? Getting weak in the knees over some silly girl claiming she was going to save me from Kira. I turned my attention back to the screen, obscuring my face so she couldn't see the slight blush I felt slip past my defenses. The case comes first. I don't have time to think about a girl right now.

Normal P.O.V
Reira watched Ryuzaki turn away, and she sighed. This was embarrassing. Misa pouted, chirping, "Ryuzaki, you're not going to say anything at all? She looks gorgeous! Matsu can't even speak, right now!" Reira turned her attention to Matsuda, who had indeed been gawking at her from the moment she stepped out of the elevator. She sent a death glare in his direction, and he jumped, remembering she was the same girl who had called him an idiot only hours prior.
Reira smirked, sitting in a chair and inching over to Ryuzaki. "You know, I don't usually get all gussied up like this. It makes my skin itch." He grumbled and she let out an irritated sigh. "I get it. You don't like it, but it's all I can do right now. I don;t have clothes here. Or money for said clothes."
"Actually, I find your attire to be quite nice, but I have more pressing matters to attend to," Ryuzaki replied simply, making Reira blush. She looked at him carefully, studying his profile. Suddenly, Misa piped up, "Oh! Reira, a job opened up at my agency! If you want, you can come work with me, and you can make money for clothes and stuff! Come with me tomorrow, okay?" Reira shrugged, replying, "Hell, I guess I could do that. It's not like I have a super sweet cover, after all." She thought it was her imagination, but she swore she could see a flash of jealousy cross Ryuzaki's bottomless eyes. She smiled to herself and leaned forward, placing a light peck on Ryuzaki's cheek, admiring the glossy mark she had left on his pale cheek before getting up and sauntering to the elevator. "Well, I think I've had enough excitement for the day. Thank you for letting me onto the task force, Ryuzaki. I won't let you down. I promise." She watched as he touched the sticky spot, his cheeks turning pink. 'Hehehe, I made him blush again,' she thoought to herself, grinning.
Reira turned around, asking, "Misa, do you mind if I sleep on your floor for now, until I get things sorted out?"
"Awh, but we just got back down here!" Misa pouted, making Reira cringe internally. "Yeah, but under my circumstances, I think it'd be better if I went to sleep," Reira replied, smiling sweetly. "Besides, we have work to do tomorrow."