Death Note Fanfic: Strawberry Flavored
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shinyglorchanTitle: Strawberry Flavored
Fandom: Death Note
Character(s): Misa, Misa's mom, B
Pairing(s): (sorta B/Misa?)
Word Count: 409
Genre: general/creepy?
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Another one written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
15pairings (Theme: "I didn't expect that!"). Reading Another Note is necessary for this fic, to know B. Pre-Series. Misa's in L.A. and meets a curious creeper.
Link: N/A
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“I didn’t expect that! I’m so proud, Misa-chan!”
Misa smiled at her mother as they walked the overly warm summer streets of L.A. “Thank you, mama! Misa got the job! And they even paid for us to come to L.A.! Too bad daddy couldn’t come...” Misa trailed off as the passed a sweets shop.
Misa’s mother grabbed her hand, stopping them before the sweet shop. “Let me get you a treat, Misa-chan. One little pastry won’t hurt your figure, will it?” he mother asked.
Misa shook her head. “No, mama. Let’s go get something sweet!” Misa exclaimed as the Amane women went into the sweet shop together.
“Darling, I’ll order us something, and you go find a table, okay?” Misa nodded and went to grab a table.
When she sat down and looked up, she saw a bright pair of red eyes staring back at her. Misa blinked, thinking they must be contacts since no one could be born with such unusual eyes. He had messy dark hair and messy clothes, so Misa just thought he was a slob. Maybe he was a pervert, by the way he was looking at her. She tried to pull her gaze away from his, but she found it difficult to pull her eyes away.
Misa shook her head, breaking eye contact, but she only looked back when she reopened her eyes. The man who looked not much older than herself, placed a few bills down on the table and got up to leave. He stopped just before passing her and moved his face closely to hers. She turned away, but Misa could feel his breath kissing her ear. “Nice meeting you, Misa Amane,” the man whispered before moving away, leaving Misa in a panic.
She was not famous yet, so how did this stranger know her name? She turned to him quickly, grabbing his arm before he left.
“Who are you?” she asked, surprised she could say anything at all.
“You can call me B. I must be going. I recommend this,” he paused as he pointed to a certain dessert on the menu that she had yet to look at, “particular cake. It’s my favorite since it’s filled with strawberry jam.”
He left, and Misa turned back to look at the menu. She swallowed hard, and she hoped her mother had bought her chocolate cake or anything that was not strawberry flavored.
Fandom: Death Note
Character(s): Misa, Misa's mom, B
Pairing(s): (sorta B/Misa?)
Word Count: 409
Genre: general/creepy?
Rating: PG-13/T
Notes: Another one written for
15pairings (Theme: "I didn't expect that!"). Reading Another Note is necessary for this fic, to know B. Pre-Series. Misa's in L.A. and meets a curious creeper.Link: N/A
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“I didn’t expect that! I’m so proud, Misa-chan!”
Misa smiled at her mother as they walked the overly warm summer streets of L.A. “Thank you, mama! Misa got the job! And they even paid for us to come to L.A.! Too bad daddy couldn’t come...” Misa trailed off as the passed a sweets shop.
Misa’s mother grabbed her hand, stopping them before the sweet shop. “Let me get you a treat, Misa-chan. One little pastry won’t hurt your figure, will it?” he mother asked.
Misa shook her head. “No, mama. Let’s go get something sweet!” Misa exclaimed as the Amane women went into the sweet shop together.
“Darling, I’ll order us something, and you go find a table, okay?” Misa nodded and went to grab a table.
When she sat down and looked up, she saw a bright pair of red eyes staring back at her. Misa blinked, thinking they must be contacts since no one could be born with such unusual eyes. He had messy dark hair and messy clothes, so Misa just thought he was a slob. Maybe he was a pervert, by the way he was looking at her. She tried to pull her gaze away from his, but she found it difficult to pull her eyes away.
Misa shook her head, breaking eye contact, but she only looked back when she reopened her eyes. The man who looked not much older than herself, placed a few bills down on the table and got up to leave. He stopped just before passing her and moved his face closely to hers. She turned away, but Misa could feel his breath kissing her ear. “Nice meeting you, Misa Amane,” the man whispered before moving away, leaving Misa in a panic.
She was not famous yet, so how did this stranger know her name? She turned to him quickly, grabbing his arm before he left.
“Who are you?” she asked, surprised she could say anything at all.
“You can call me B. I must be going. I recommend this,” he paused as he pointed to a certain dessert on the menu that she had yet to look at, “particular cake. It’s my favorite since it’s filled with strawberry jam.”
He left, and Misa turned back to look at the menu. She swallowed hard, and she hoped her mother had bought her chocolate cake or anything that was not strawberry flavored.
