Scene 1: "Her"

If there was one person Misa disliked more than that stupid pervert, Ryuzaki, it could only be her.

That particular woman, with that peculiar stone-gaze glued onto her face all the time. Who did that woman- no girl, since she was technically younger than Misa-Misa, -think she was?

Sure, compared to Misa-Misa, she was a good head taller than her. And sure, their occupations were very different in many, many ways. But that didn't mean that she was better than Misa, did it?

It was not that she had something personal against her. No, it was just that there was something about those cold, defiant attitude of hers that bothered Misa a lot. The way her hard, fierce eyes pieced through her like two sharp daggers every time she threw a glance in her direction. Or so Misa thought. It was more like she was looking right through her, not at her. It made Misa feel like she was made out of glass.

Truthfully, her stare had scared Misa a bit, giving her a sense of worry. Misa knew this wasn't normal. Because she was Misa-Misa; one of Japan's most famous Idols, she had already adapted to stares; even from the strangers on the streets when she went window shopping on her breaks. She was used to whispering and gossip, even. Misa-Misa loved it all. The attention made her smile.

However, this see-through attention certainly did not make her smile. She thought, if she was going to look at her, shouldn't she look at her like she was actually interested?

Whenever they were in the same room, Misa swore that she was being watched from the corner of that girl's eye. But when she snapped her head up to look, she would find her focusing her attention onto some documents or towards her laptop. Then, the girl would glance upwards when she sensed a stare and Misa would snapped her head back downwards, her cheeks heating up.

That girl was making her paranoid.

On top of that, Misa hated her personality. Ever since she was young, her mother had told her to be nice to people. It was only polite, she told her. Being rude only showed that you were an unhappy person and everyone knew that unhappy people tend to get gray hair earlier. Misa decided that that girl was probably one of the most unhappiest people she had ever met.

She never smiled, always frowned as if she was speaking about something very important. When she talked, it was as if she was insulting you even if she wasn't. She always had something to say when everyone clearly didn't want her to say it. She was so blunt about every single thing that it wasn't even funny. The more Misa thought about it, the more she realized that the girl was a horribly inconsiderate and bad-mannered person.

But, Misa hoped that she wouldn't get gray hair, anyway. She thought that her hair now was pretty amazing. Misa would give her that much. It was long and silky, like a waterfall of inky black, flowing gracefully over her fragile-looking back. It was so unlike her own bright, sunny yellow locks that required constant care to maintain its quality. Misa would never ever admit it out loud, but sometimes, just every once in a while, she secretly wished that she could actually run her fingers through those dark tendrils to see if they felt as marvelous as they looked.

For a moment, Misa thought that maybe that girl wasn't such as bad as she acted, after all. She thought that they might have became pretty good friends when she suggested that they played a game together, with Light and maybe Ryuzaki joining in, too.

That all changed in a flash when Hope pressed her lips onto Misa's own so suddenly that Misa thought that her heart might've explode along with her head.

She scrambled up onto her feet, her face burning brightly with the redness of a ripe tomato. "Y-Y-YOU IDIOT!" she spat and turned to go, but not before nearly colliding with a lamp next to the exit.

Hope blinked blankly and merely shrugged, totally unaffected.

"She was the one who wanted to play 'Spin-The-Bottle'."