To say that she was jealous would have been an understatement. Complete sarcasm, the most painful irony, utter dryness. Being in love with Light Yagami brought plenty of resent for this--no, not Misa-Misa, she posed no threat since he had no feelings for the ditz--the Death Note.Lord, who knows how many times he’d sat there, at his desk, for hours on end, and written names in that horrid notebook.
Light, in fact, had no idea that she knew. He was still sweet, innocent, justice-seeking Light Yagami that she’d met in Senior year. But she knew, she knew EVERYTHING. She knew that Light was Kira, she knew about Ryuk and about all the people he’d killed. Not to say that she regretted ever “finding” the Death Note in Light’s drawer; but she did. The information, the knowledge, made her feel dirty. Like scum. Because, inside, she knew that what Light was doing was wrong…but she wouldn’t tell him--and not because she was scared he’d write her name down, but because Light was her boyfriend and his ideals were in her best interest. Light’s happiness was all that mattered, not her own, and if keeping the Death Note her secret--if it meant she had to bare with Light’s lies of hating Kira and keeping the truth from the authorities, she would bare it… the jealousy…if only for Light…
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