A sharp shock shot through her spine, making Amaya instantly rouse from her unconsciousness. She winced after she jumped, and opened her eyes only to begin to panic as there was nothing to be seen. From what she could infer, there was a blindfold blocking her vision. Amaya's breathing quickened, as she fought against her apparent constraints. Her wrists were chained to a chair, as well as her ankles. The last thing that came to mind was her falling asleep on a park bench, in a public place, where anyone could find, or what it appeared like, kidnap her.
"Who the hell are you?" Amaya screeched, whipping her head from side to side trying to loosen her bonds.
"That is none of your concern," a digital voice calmly answered, making Amaya instantly cease her actions and tilt her head towards the voice.
Suddenly, it felt like something had punched her in the stomach, taking all the air out of her lungs. The voice was familiar, too familiar to be comfortable when comparing it to the dream she had earlier..
"Oh dear god," she whimpered, coming to full realization.
"I'm afraid I'm not god," the voice stated, making Amaya attempt to give the speaker an exasperated expression.
"Oh that's too bad," she retorted grumpily, banging the back of her head against the chair with a wince.
"Please retain yourself from that, please," the voice continued on with boredom lining their tone," Will you please inform me of your name?"
"Er.. I'm Kai.." she replied lamely.
"That sounds a tad forced," the digital voice said, unamused.
"Well, that's all I'm giving you until you let me know why I'm currently being kept in some sort of perverse bondage." Amaya said with a sneer.
The voice, of which Amaya could obviously assume was the elusive detective himself, L, sounded a tad flustered," I assure you, Ms. Kai, my intentions are not at all perverse but rather an investigation of your character. To be more specific, there is a considerable amount of evidence pointing towards the assumption that you are Kira."
Amaya could only imagine what Light had informed L and the task force, as well as what evidence was fabricated and created out of his cruel intentions. She sighed, letting her body go limp against the chair as she hung her head in thought. Still not sure whether she was stuck in a rather elaborate concoction of a dream or taking part in a cruel joke arranged by the almighty deity in the sky, Amaya decided to just go all for it. Meaning, specifically, to lie her ass off until something managed to at least get her out of the god forsaken bondage chair.
"Ms. Kai –".The digital voice began once more.
"Yes, L?" She interrupted sweetly, voice mocking.
"You know who I am?" He replied sharply, his voice obviously tense even through the digital distortion.
"That I do!" Amaya sing-songed before continuing," And so much more. That's the joy of being psychic. I know your deepest and darkest secrets. I'm relatively sure there are people standing all around and about you, right? I'm also sure that you don't wish to let these said people… Light to be precise… know these secrets, do you?"
There was a lengthened pause, causing Amaya to fret nervously. 'God, I thought I laid it on a bit thick,' she though, cursing her words, 'Really Amaya, 'deepest and darkest secrets'? A psychic? What am I, Ms. Cleo? I might of well had said 'There is a tall dark man in your future, darlin''. Dream or not, would L really consider—'
"You are in fact correct in your statements," L stated begrudgingly, much to Amaya's surprise. She raised her eyebrows as he continued," If you are, in fact, a beholder of extra sensational perceptions, then I do not wish for you to relay the information while there are others beside me. There is no worldly way for you to possess the knowledge of certain facts, so, I will send a colleague of mine to ask you a question. If you answer correctly, there were be a diverse set of possibilities to consider."
"Lemme guess," Amaya remarked offhandedly, sending a smile to what she only hoped was towards the camera," Watari? Or should I say W-"
"Please stop yourself, Ms. Kai." L hissed, abruptly cutting off her words with a dark undertone. Amaya lowered her head, slightly chastised at his words.
After a few moments of silence, Amaya began to get restless once more, not wishing to be stuck in her constraints any longer. A creak echoed in the room causing her to halt her movements and listen to Watari as he silently entered the room as he shut the door behind him. The pair were voiceless as his footsteps rang against the walls as he neared closer to her. She could hear the elder man' soft breathing beside her ear, making her shoulders tense. Finally, he sighed and covered a hand gingerly over her mouth making her jump.
"Please calm down, miss," he said apologetically," This is just to ensure that what you tell me isn't interpreted by those watching the cameras."
She sighed and nodded softly before murmuring," Sorry."
"Now, can you inform me of L's and my own true name?" He asked after some hesitation, as if he feared her answer.
"You, you kind old man," she whispered with a soft laugh," Are Quillish Whammy. Now the insomniac recluse stationed behind that microphone, is L Lawliet."
Watari inhaled quickly as his breath caught in his throat, making Amaya frown. "Don't get upset, I'm not exactly a fan of Kira's. Your secrets are safe with me." She assured.
Watari stood up from his previously stooped position and after a few brief moments, her blindfold was removed. She flinched at the onset of the bright lights flooding her vision. After squinting, her eyes finally widened as her pupils adjusted. She turned her head to see Watari standing beside her with a guarded expression, fear underlying it.
"Ms. Kai," L stated, his voice now true to his form and no longer distorted into being unrecognizable," It seems, against all scientific logic…",at that moment his voice was petulant making Amaya gaze into the camera with slight amusement," that you are psychic."
"This is returns means…" Amaya began, trying to draw out what was going to be done with her.
"It means that new facts have come into play with the Kira investigation," L replied," The fact that you possess such qualities would indicate that if you were Kira I would presume myself already dead."
"So you no longer believe I'm a mass murderer," She stated with a bemused expression," At least that's a start from getting me out from the bondage chair."
"It is not a chair for bondage," L repeated impatiently," And please, do not get that far ahead of yourself. There is still a considerable amount of chance that you are Kira."
Amaya groaned and tugged at the cuffs on her wrists before glancing at Watari who was still stationed beside the door. She tilted her head at the camera in confusion before asking," So, then, what is to be done with me?"
"Seeing as you know information that would be quite disastrous if it were revealed, I'm afraid you'll have to be protected." He answered, finality resounded in his voice.
"Is that what you call it, protected?" Amaya asked with a sarcastic snort," Sure you didn't mean imprisoned for you own well-being?"
L continued, ignoring her. "Either way you interpret my actions is completely upon you, but regardless, you are now a suspect, being confined to these quarters would aid in the investigation."
"Can you at least tell me what Light had told you to make you assume I was Kira?" She asked, impatient.
"Well, according to Light, he discovered you nearby, performing a series of odd actions that could only be described as ritualistic. After this, he assured us that you had stated the names of criminals who had all died the moment he and the taskforce had taken you into custody." L replied easily.
"Isn't that just convenient?" She murmured to herself, rolling her eyes at his answer. "It's cute really, that Kira himself fabricated that scene up. It's also curious that he failed to mention the D-"
'I completely forgot,' she thought anxiously, averting her eyes from the camera where L was surely observing her,' Where's the Death Note? Does Light have it? Oh god.. what havoc is Light going to cause with two Death Notes?'
"He failed to mention what, Kai?" His voice becoming more animated, interested in her reply.
'What the hell do I tell him? The whole damn plot? I can't fraud myself off as a psychic if I don't know what's going to happen. Shit, I wouldn't know what was going to happen if I told him about the Death Note already. I don't even know what time frame I'm in. Shit shit shit shit-'
"Ms. Kai?" L repeated her name, interrupting her thoughts.
"Just the fact he's Kira," she replied quickly, cutting off her previous statement, a worried and guilty expression flitting over her face.
"Ah," L muttered, clearly disappointed," Well, seeing as the probability of you murdering Watari, the task force, or myself, is low. You will be allowed out of your restraints."
Amaya let out a sigh of relief before frowning, feeling a pit of anxiety begin to grow in her stomach. She gazed over at Watari, expecting him to release her from the chair but scowled slightly when he didn't indicate he was going to move from his still guarded position. The door opened once more, stealing her attention from Watari. A tall, slouched man trudged into the room. His hair was in its usual disarray; his back slouched as he neared closer to Amaya. His gaze met hers, eyes rimmed with sleep-deprived dark circles. Amaya's breath caught in her throat, the pit in her stomach at this point completely burst.
"Hello, Ms. Kai," he stated smoothly, indicating he knew the name she gave him was utterly false," I thought we should be properly introduced before being confined in the same quarters. I am L."
And with that, Amaya knew, regardless of whether she was stuck in a dream or not, she was royally screwed.
Hello friends! This is the second chapter of the edited 'Losing Focus'. Hopefully you are all still continuing to enjoy the changes! Please do let me know if you find any imperfections that I need to fix, I caught myself mixing up point of view, seeing as I'm also currently writing another story in first person... but none the less. Thank you to those who reviewed, and remember, the more reviews I receive the better my writing gets (as well as a faster update, heh)! Don't be afraid to offer criticism. Thanks for reading, hope you've enjoyed!
-FigureIt
