Kay. So Here's an uber long chapter. It totally makes up for the long wait. Hopefully. I'm not...too happy with it but heeey. What can I say. I've had major writers block with aaalll my fics. This one is the only one I could get an idea for. So be happy people. D

Chapter 2: Sedated

3:00 pm Monday afternoon

"Raito-kun? Are you…"

"…Here, Raito-kun…his."

"…To-kun, you…unwell."

Consciousness returned slowly. Hazily he remembered bits an pieces of the day before. His brown eyes opened and he blinked a few times to clear his vision. He felt a little hot yet cold at the same time. Feverish was the exact word. He sat up abruptly, remembering what had sent him spiraling down into darkness. He shook his head and tried to speak but found that his throat was much too dry. He looked around the small room and grabbed the cup on the bedside table. Taking it in a shaking hand he took a sip of cold water. Raito put the cup back down and laid back on the bed. Misa.

He had met her in Aoyama nearly three and a half years ago while searching for the second Kira. He had thought she was a stalker when she went up to meet him, already having known his name. She explained to him that she was no stalker and she merely heard one of his friends call him by name. Even though he found her quite the unintelligent one, he was attracted to her. Maybe it was her innocence in the way she carried herself. However she did hold some intelligence, she wasn't entirely stupid, she was able to eventually figure out he was working with L. Raito decided it had just been gradual. His affection for her had been like that of his sister and had become even more than that. There date at the amusement park had been the day he had proposed to her almost a year ago. Maybe it was strange to get married so early but he couldn't help but feel right about it.

But now she was dead.

Raito got up from the bed on somewhat shaky legs to go to the bathroom. Thankfully it was empty and Ryuuzaki was somewhere else in the suite. He quickly undressed and entered the shower turning the knob to hot. The steam soon poured around him as the scalding water hit his body. He hissed slightly and turned the cold on to counter-act the hot. That was stupid. The thought was brief and he exited the shower five minutes after, leaving the small room to dress in the one he left.

Ryuuzaki was sitting in front of the television with his legs pulled up to his chest and his thumb in his lips. His coal orbs glanced towards Raito but he didn't say anything for a few moments. It was possible because Raito looked a little sick, his damp hair sticking to his pale skin. He sat beside Ryuuzaki in the couch, leaning his head forward to massage at the headache already beginning to form behind his eyes.

"How long was I…unconscious, Ryuuzaki?"

The detective stared at whatever channel he had on, probably waiting on the man to show up on screen any minute. "38 hours and a half, Raito-kun. It seems Amane-san's death affected you much more than I thought it would."

Raito had no comment to that statement. He didn't want to start arguing. He didn't feel up to it at the moment. Raito simply shook his head and stood up. The mini fridge was completely stocked again, however a large portion of the sweets had already been consumed by Ryuuzaki. Reaching into the small refrigerator, Raito pulled out a wrapped sandwich. It wasn't something he would normally eat but he went to sit back down by Ryuuzaki again anyway. Taking a bite of his sandwich, Raito watched the television set blankly. His mind was back on Misa and the way she looked, how she felt, the warmth still in her body. Looking down at the sandwich again he suddenly felt the need to vomit and pushed the plate away. Letting the feeling fade, Raito stood up from his place.

"Where's the notebook?"

Ryuuzaki held it up by the tips of his fingers. His eyes were calculating on Raito now but he was quiet. The younger male opened up the notebook and grabbed a pen taking one of the pages from the computer desk as he walked around. Coming back to sit down by Ryuuzaki, Raito's hand shook as he began to write the name down. If this worked he was worse than Kira. He didn't even know how he would know if it worked or not.

"Ryuuzaki did anything happen after….M-Misa died?" His throat caught on her name and he had to force it off his lips. Raito frowned at the weakness. It was unbecoming.

"It was announced on the television, Raito-kun. It seems that after each day, everyone who has been murdered is listed. So far there were 24 people killed."

Raito stiffened. It meant that someone had written Misa's name into the Death note. Someone had murdered her. It wouldn't be long till they murdered the two of them as well. Raito shivered. He could feel himself losing control and he had to take a deep breath to keep from possibly fainting again-or worse a panic attack.

Over the years he had begun working with Ryuuzaki and the Task Force on the Kira case, Raito found that his immunity to the crimes committed had worn off after the loss of his sister. Sayu had been abducted, managing to become apart of one of these many experiments. They had been so close that day to getting her back. One mistake, one fatal error on Raito's part had sent the entire mission in failure. Although his father had not blamed him, Raito would always blame himself and it was no different than this. He had never been susceptible to stress beforehand but it was probably the sight of his sisters dead body that caused his first panic attack. He would never admit it to anyone, it had been an isolated incident that had not happened for a long time but then again he could feel the slip in control. And Yagami Raito hated not being in control.

Ryuuzaki's voice took him out of his thoughts. The older man was frowning slightly, the only way to discern that he was either confused or concerned. Raito blinked a few times to focus himself and smiled apologetically.

"Are you okay, Raito-kun?" The large panda-eyes were calculating. He could almost hear L's voice in his ear, "You are becoming a liability."

"I'm fine, Ryuuzaki, I just need to figure out what to do. How are we going to figure out who is doing the killings?"

"Well Raito-kun, I believe we would have to start looking through those profiles. We must find someone with a personality that would most likely be fit for a killer."

"But Ryuuzaki, there's tons of pages, we could be dead by the time we find out who it is."

Ryuuzaki sighed looking down at the array of colorful treats laying across the coffee table. Raito glanced down at the sugary substances as well and was disgusted by the thought of food. "I'm clearly aware of that Raito-kun."

Raito took a moment to think. There had to be something they could do. He knew there was something they could do. Maybe if one of them tried to make it outside of the room. Then they could contact Watari from a phone. Service on the cell phones were slim to none. It was the only thing Raito could think of. He supposed it would have to be after the Death Note was taken away at ten. Raito rubbed at his temple.

"What if we try to sneak out of this room? I'm sure we can contact Watari and we have more than enough evidence to hold everyone here under investigation."

Ryuuzaki didn't speak for a moment. A digit covered in sugar was being licked clean by the detective and Raito smothered his disgust. One of the many things that annoyed him about Ryuuzaki was his obvious disregard for table manners. "I'm afraid, they may kill us."

He had that expression, the one of utter perplexity. It would have been comical had the situation not been so serious. Raito had had that same exact thought but there was nothing else he could think of. He could continue his search on the laptop of those with web cameras, he had enough time. Or they could just take names from the pile sitting beside him and randomly write them into the notebook. Raito liked that idea. That thought alone scared him but he held onto it as their last hope.

"The pattern by which the killings had taken place was in alphabetical order." Ryuuzaki suddenly spoke. "Alphabetical order by last name. If he continues this way it is possible that we have enough time to make a workable plan. You have a longer amount of time than I do, Raito-kun, your name is the second to last name on the list."

"Don't start saying that now, Ryuuzaki, we'll figure it out before he gets to your name."

Raito was determined to keep that promise. He was in no way going to let Ryuuzaki die as well. Misa already had been a harsh blow, he didn't know if he could take it if the detective died as well. Looking down at his sandwich once more, Raito tried to force himself to eat. It wasn't good to go so long without food. It took him sometime but he managed to eat the sandwich. However it didn't feel like it was going to stay down. Raito sighed as he rubbed his temples wearily. He guessed he could try and get out of the room at ten. That was the first plan he would try. Somehow, Raito didn't they were going to kill them if they tried to escape. That was the whole point of the experiment after all.

"Ryuuzaki, tonight I'm going to try and sneak out of this room. I'm sure as long as you are here nothing will happen to you."

"Raito-kun, I don't want you to end up hurt in this."

"Ryuuzaki, it's the only thing right now that might work. I can get some information to you even if I don't end up escaping."

"But what if they kill you, Raito-kun? Then I will have to carry on this investigation alone. I will have to tell Yagami-san his son was being suicidal."

"I'm not being suicidal!" Raito frowned at Ryuuzaki angrily. This was ridiculous. He wasn't being suicidal at all! He was trying to get them out of this mess. "I'm trying to get us out of here. I'm trying to make sure you won't die!"

Ryuuzaki blinked and gave a tiny smile. "So Raito-kun does care?"

"Wha-? Ryuuzaki, that's not the point!" Raito seethed, knowing the older man was just trying to get on his nerves. The bad thing was, it was working. Their faces were rather close now, Raito's fierce angry eyes staring into the black obsidian ones. Raito would have pulled away had he seen what was coming next. Ryuuzaki leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Raito's lips. For a moment, the younger man was too shocked to say or do a thing. However after a few moments, Raito leapt up to his feet and stare at Ryuuzaki. Green eyes stared directly into is own, and lips drifted directly to his own kissing him, even as he tried to turn away. Raito shivered slightly and looked away.

"What was that for?" A soft blush crossed his cheeks in embarrassment.

"I apologize Raito-kun, I can see you did not take well to my display of affection." Ryuuzaki dead panned, a tiny smile on his normally expressionless visage.

"I just…didn't know you were into that type of thing, Ryuuzaki." Raito bit out the comment wanting nothing more than to say that he had been repulsed. But truth was, he wasn't. Just confused. The kiss had merely dredged up a few unwanted memories of his repercussions for looking too much like a pretty boy.

The smile was gone and Ryuuzaki merely gave a small shrug to the idea. Honestly, orientation had never really crossed his mind. He wasn't sexually promiscuous in any fashion, so he never had bothered to give any attention to the matter. "I suppose I've never thought about it, Raito-kun."

Raito took a deep breath and sat back down, farther away from Ryuuzaki, without even noticing he'd done so.

9:40 Monday evening

Raito had mulled over the idea for the past few hours. There was nothing else he could do. They searched through the papers unsure of what they were really looking for. They had not even made a dent. Raito watched as the clock ticked slowly by from 9:40 to 9:41. The time was strange. Raito looked back down at their stack of papers and pushed them away. Once ten o'clock came he could sneak out of there. Ryuuzaki would distract them with some sort of comment and he would slip out the open door. Ryuuzaki, although not entirely happy with the plan, had told him they left the door open when they entered. There were two of them and they only came in for five minutes. They looked like businessmen but their faces were covered with a mask. Ryuuzaki was unsure how to distract them.

Raito leaned against the wall by the television. He could slip by much more easily towards the door. His feet were without shoes, simply a pair of socks so he didn't make that much noise. At exactly ten o'clock, the door was opened and two men walked in. Just as they had rehearsed, Raito slid right behind them and out the door as soon as Ryuuzaki made his comment. "I was wondering where could I possibly find those masks. They're intriguing."

Once in the hallway, Raito had to find a crevice to hide in. The men would be outside of the room in only a few minutes so he had to make sure they didn't see him. Ryuuzaki would say he was in the shower, the water was on after all. Tip-toeing quickly down the hall, Raito tried to find his way to the lobby. There would definitely be a phone there. Checking his pockets, Raito felt the change stopping it from clanging around. The sound of footsteps forced him into a dark corner. They soon faded and he made his way down the halls once more. Everything was brown. The lights were dimmed, better for him to sneak around. There was a staircase going down so Raito slipped down as quietly as possible.

The lobby was empty save for a few plants and decorations. Raito looked around, finally seeing the desk where the knew the phone to be. Rushing forward Raito jumped over the reception desk and crouched behind it. The phone was atop the desk behind the front counter. He reached up for it and pulled it down, dialing the number of Watari's cell phone. He had been given the number just before the mission in the case that something happened to L. After the second ring the old man finally picked up.

"Watari, they've locked down the hotel and will not allow anyone in side or out side."

In the black car parked a block away, Watari glanced at the large hotel where Raito and Ryuuzaki were. His eyes were narrowed as he listened to Raito on the other end. It was obvious the boy had done something drastic. There had been no change to the outside of the building for the past few days that he had come back and forth. He was never far away incase something indeed did happen.

"If you can find a way to get us out, we have enough evidence to put this entire hotel under lock down and arrest everyone."

"I am doing everything I can." came the reply before static came over the phone. Hands grabbed him by the hair, pulling him out roughly from behind the counter. Raito yelped as several masked guards pulled him over the counter.

"Defying orders." One of the men said beneath the mask. His voice was deep but muffled. "Send him to the chamber to be punished. Kira will surely kill him for his defiance."

Raito's eyes were wide as he struggled against the men holding him. However, from the other side of the lobby, coming down from the upper rooms was the man he had seen on the television a few nights before. He was smiling.

"Ah. Yagami Raito. I expected something like this from you." His eyes narrowed as he came closer. All the while, Raito was feeling more and more uncomfortable. The closeness of the men around him was causing him to lose his control. His breathing was coming a little ragged even as he tried to regulate it.

"Calm down, Yagami-san. You've had two panic attacks in your life time and you do not like the contact of others all that much, I wonder why. You are extremely intelligent and you work for the NPA. Extremely valuable." At this point, one of the men tightened his grip. "He'll be sent to his room. Feel free to do what you wish, but I will not allow this one to be put to death. He may be an asset to us yet."

The butt of a gun smacked him on the back of his head, twice, and Raito fell unconscious.

Monday evening 11:45PM

Ryuuzaki sat in front of the television, quietly wondering where Raito was. He flipped through the rules of the Death Note once more, trying to find some sort of way that they could use it to tell them who Kira was. Picking up the notebook between two fingers, Ryuuzaki frowned. From the corner of his eye he saw something by the window.

Turning his head to face the intruder. Wide eyes met with those of the demon looking creature he had seen as the desktop on the computer.

"Hi." the gravelly voice of the Shinigami greeted, a smile so wide on his face it should have been for a clown. Ryuuzaki continued to stare.

"I suppose you are the Shinigami attached to this notebook?"

"Yup." he nodded. "My name is Ryuuk."