Nietzsche (L Lawliet)

C.8

The next morning, I had my bag on my shoulder and a slice of breakfast pizza in my hand as I walked into headquarters.

"Oh. You're back." One of the cops said, and I smiled.

"Don't sound too excited, now. You might pull something." I said.

"Nietzsche, can you stop writing messages on tall buildings? I've heard it's very hard to clean." L said.

"Don't encourage me." I smiled and took a seat.

"How do you even manage that?" Light asked.

"Secret." I hummed, setting my bag on the table in front of me, continuing to eat my slice of pizza.

"Ryuk, tell your human she forces me to do it." Armonia scowled, and I gave a small smirk.

"What's that?" Matsuda asked.

"Oh, just some books to keep me busy here." I hummed, and he raised a brow. "It's not like I have anything better to do. I don't have any reason to go out and murder people unless that's what you want me to do." I gave the cop a look and he shook his head quickly.

"Since L and I are total besties now, might as well hang around here. I also said I'd help him a bit with Kira, but don't go thinking you can put my ass to work." I shot a look.

"Honestly, I don't know what else I expected." L sighed. "Welcome to the task force, I suppose... oh look, there's Misa." L sounded bored.

"She's got a Shinigami, too. Rem. Must be the second Kira." Armonia informed me, and I checked her out and hummed.

She looked like a classic blonde bimbo, but I tried not to judge books by their covers.

"Light! Hi! Hey, you wanna go on a date today? Oh, hey, who's the new girl? It's nice to meet you, I'm Misa Amane!" She beamed widely and I just stared and blinked.

I take it back. She apparently is a bimbo.

"Misa, that's Nietzsche. The person from the TV that's been killing all those people?" Light said and I pursed my lips and finished off my pizza.

"That's you? Wow, you're a lot different from what I was expecting!" She gasped loudly and sat by me.

Was this girl really the second Kira? Light being Kira, I get. But her? No way in hell.

"So what's your real name? Nietzsche's fake, like a stage name. Right? Wait, wasn't he a real guy?" She hummed.

"He was a German philosopher." I nodded.

"He's the one who said, 'God is dead and we have killed him.'" Light said and she nodded.

"Right! Right! The guy with a huge, ugly mustache, right?" She asked, gesturing with her hands, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, that's him. Almost seems like a requirement to be a philosopher." I snickered.

Okay, so maybe she'll be entertaining.

I went into my bags, pushing past the two notebooks I had, and the two books I had in there in case I wanted to read, and got my coloring book out and that pencil case of like fifty-something sharpies.

I colored for a little while, then Misa pulled the four books out of my bag. "What are these?" She asked.

"That's the Hitchhiker's Guide, that's The Brother's Karamazov, that's my notebook for evil plans, and that's just a notebook," I said and took the thick red spiral and put it back in the bag. "I'd prefer if you didn't look at that one." I gave a small smile.

"But I can look through this one?" She lifted the other and I nodded. She flipped it open and her eyes scanned the pages.

"You write poetry?" She hummed.

"Those aren't mine. They're just ones I like. And they're slam poems, meant to be read aloud, expressed. The message doesn't come across as clear if you just read it." I explained and she nodded.

"Then would you read them to me sometime?" She asked and I was taken aback.

"Uh, sure, Misa," I said. Maybe not as much as a bimbo as I thought.

"You know, Nietzsche, you're not as much as you seem like on TV. You're more... real right now. Coloring and talking about poetry." Misa hummed after closing my notebook and folding her arms on the table.

My lips parted in surprise and I capped my marker. "The TV me... is more of a persona. It's an act. And I mean, sure, it's still a part of me, but it's not the whole of me."

"So aside from killing people, planning to take over the world, coloring, reading, and poetry, what else do you like to do?" Misa asked, and I sat there, staring in awe.

"You okay?" She asked.

"No, yeah. I just don't get asked that a lot. Um... let's see. I like to take naps. I like watching Netflix. I like writing my own little stories. I like shopping for cute underwear and shoes. I..." I took a breath and leaned in to whisper. "I really love makeup."

"You do?" She smiled.

"Yeah. I just think it's so pretty and super fun to play with, and I like collecting different brands and collections..." I trailed off.

"But?" Misa hummed.

"But I feel so shallow every time I think about how much I like it, or how I like to cake my face. U hate how people think it's false advertising or how I must be wearing it for someone else." I rolled my eyes. "I just think all the colors are so pretty, and all the effects you can create with all those colors... and you can get colors for everything and have it be matte, glittery, shiny, glossy, anything." I gushed a little, then blushed.

"You shouldn't care about what others think. I know it's hard, but you do you." Misa nodded firmly, and I smiled.

"Thanks, Misa." I sighed and she nodded with a bright smile.