Sachi looked at her cell phone impatiently. She was completing the cleaning so she could leave work. When she saw it was a call from Hideki, she answered.
"Hello?" she sang, accidentally adding a little too much sugar to her fake voice.
"What's wrong with you?" L asked, noting her overly sweet tone.
"What do you want?" she growled irritably.
"That's more like it," he said with an unmistakable lilt of satisfaction.
"Tell me what you want or I'm hanging up."
"Can you bring me one of the cakes that I like? I was too busy to come by today and I'm having sugar withdrawals. I need one."
Big panda eyed baby. "Sure. Where do I need to bring it?"
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Sachi was mesmerized by the extravagant lobby of the expensive hotel. What kind of place has a chandelier in the hallway with the elevators? This one obviously. Boy, would the girls at the bakery be surprised by this! She stared at herself in the reflection of the shiny gold elevator doors. Fluffing up her hair and making kissy faces at herself, she chuckled lightly at her silliness when the doors opened. She pulled out her phone to recheck the room number from the text he had sent her. It was on the very top floor in the corner. After the interminably long elevator ride to the eighth floor, she turned to her right and searched for room eight forty-four. He had sent quite detailed instructions. The door seemed to open on its own after she knocked. She entered the room and froze, momentarily stunned by all of the cops and computer equipment in the hotel room.
"Can you keep a secret?" L asked, grasping her free hand while taking the box with the cake in it out of her other. He handed it to the officer sitting closest to him.
"Well, yeah. You'd be screwed if I couldn't," she said, feeling herself being pulled along by her hand as her eyes goggled at everything in the room.
"Speaking of being screwed, come with me," he ordered, dragging her behind him to the bedroom.
"Hey, wait! What do you think – " Her voice was cut off by the door slamming.
The cops in the room sat in an uncomfortable silence, exchanging questioning glances. What the hell were they supposed to do now? Not only had L brought in some outsider, he had brought her in to satisfy his base sexual needs. Who knew he had those?
The youngest officer, Touta Matsuda, who was also impossibly stupid, got up from his computer and went to the bedroom door. He pressed his ear to the thin faux wood to listen.
"What are you doing you idiot?" exclaimed Shuichi Aizawa, a serious man with a wife and child at home. He was already uncomfortable with this situation and that pervert Matsuda had just pushed it to a whole new level of awkward. He stomped over to the man, grabbing him by the sleeve to pull him away. "Get away from there you pervert!"
"Shhhh!" hissed Matsuda, slapping at his hand to release his jacket. "Listen!"
"I don't want to, you degenerate, and neither should you," his fellow officer admonished him.
"I wanna know what's going on," the brash and thoughtless Hirokazu Ukita said, rushing over to press his ear to the door.
"What's wrong with you people?" Aizawa demanded. He looked over at the stoic Kanzo Mogi who was ignoring them all and typing furiously at his computer. He had been searching for back up from the emotionless and logical man but apparently he wanted no part of it. "Idiots! Morons and fools! I'm surrounded."
Aizawa walked away, reclaiming his seat at his computer. He would let those idiots be caught by the Chief because he was due back at any time.
Matsuda giggled like a school girl from all of the moans and groans coming from behind the door. What he was picturing in his head was quite different from what was really happening.
...
Sachi struggled against the frail looking man who was disturbingly strong. She flailed her arms in an attempt to free her wrists that he was holding with an iron hard grip. Attempting to kick him, she shrieked when he spun her around and pushed her down on the bed on her belly. She yelled again when he pulled her arms behind her back.
"It hurts!" she shouted. She would have sworn she heard a girlish giggle from the other side of the door, but she was too busy trying to get away from the creep sitting on her back. Those girls at the bakery were right; he was a freak.
"Stop. Just stop. All I want to do is talk to you," he assured her in his soft voice. He seemed completely unflustered by her violent reaction.
"You're not going to rape me?" she asked, feeling him rise from her back. She sat up, rubbing her wrists as she glared at the strange man sitting like a gargoyle again in the middle of the bed. Or maybe he was more like an owl with those big, dark ringed eyes.
"No. Of course not. I'm not interested in you like that," he stated with a slight tone of aversion in his voice.
"You are gay," she accused, smiling wickedly. She yelped and fell on her back onto the comfortable bed when he lunged suddenly to press his lips to hers. Her whole body began to react to the soft, gentle kiss that had an underlying controlled hunger that made her stomach clench.
"I'm not gay," he spoke in an unaffected, calm voice. He sat up and pulled her to a sitting position with her hands held in his. "I need you for other reasons."
"Just how freaky are you?" she queried apprehensively, pressing her body against the headboard to put an extra two inches of distance between them.
"Nonsexual purposes. Toward me anyway," he said, making her feel even more confused. "I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend, but there's someone I need you to seduce."
"Oookay, but why?" She was growing impatient because he was only making more questions pop up in her head with no answers.
"The why doesn't matter. It's a means to an end. Drastic, I'll admit, but necessary. You decide whether you want to have sex with him or not. I just need you to get information from him," he explained after seeing the mystified expression on her face.
"Who? What? Are you serious?" She kept her eyes on him when he jumped off the bed and retrieved a picture from an open briefcase on the dresser.
"Him." He watched her green eyes widen when she looked at the picture.
"Him?"
"You know him?"
"Yeah. I was in his class our senior year of high school. He's like the unattainable guy. A total iceberg. He never even dated anyone throughout high school. He thought he was too good for every girl. Isn't he dating that actress Misa Misa? I really can't stand her. Who's so dumb they have to say their name twice to remember it?" she remarked with unrelenting sarcasm.
L almost laughed. He liked this girl. She would be perfect. She was soft and delicate on the outside but all teeth and venom on the inside.
"Who are you?" she asked, grabbing a pillow to hold when he moved toward her again.
"My name is L. I'm a detective. I'm investigating the Kira case. Your frigid classmate there is my number one suspect," he explained.
"Just L? And why are you telling me all this? What if I go run my mouth to the press?" she questioned him stubbornly.
"Are you always so exasperating and full of questions?"
"Yes. Are you always so perverted and manipulative? Answer the damn questions."
"Trust me. I'm not worried about you saying anything to anyone. I have ways to make you keep your mouth shut," he replied in a threatening manner but with a smile on his face.
Sachi did not care to put him to the test to find out what he meant. She laid down on the bed, hugging the pillow to her body. What had she gotten herself into? She thought he was just quiet and misunderstood. She also thought he was one of the many harmless Kira devotees since he carried around that folder. Her eyes studied the odd man hunkered down in the middle of the bed as he scrutinized her with just as much curiosity.
"What now?" she asked to end the staring war.
"You can stay here for the night if you like. You're free to leave in the morning. I want you to just go about your daily activities as if nothing is going on. Come back here tomorrow night. Wear something sexy. Light will be here," he informed her.
What made this idiot think Light Yagami would be interested in her? Sachi wondered if the guy even had sexual urges because he was so cold and standoffish. He was also incredibly perfectionistic and self-important. The weirdo on the bed next to her seriously overestimated her. Besides, Light already had a girlfriend, a cute, blond, disgustingly perky actress Misa Misa. How could she compete with that? Her mousy brown hair and dirt brown eyes could barely render a look from any male, so how could she vie with the blond, blue eyed model for the attention of Light Yagami? It would be laughable if it was not such a self-esteem killer. The detective had barked up the wrong tree here.
Sachi closed her eyes and rolled over onto her back. Issuing a noisy sigh of frustration, she tried to relax. What the hell was she doing here? Pushing up on her elbows, she opened her eyes to see that he had moved closer to her and was still staring at her.
"What?" she grumpily inquired.
"You're very pretty. You hold the potential of being beautiful," he commented, edging closer.
"Thanks?" She was not sure if it was a compliment or not.
"Just the right clothes…" he muttered to himself, his eyes moving down her body. He leaned forward onto his knees, grabbing her breasts.
"HEY!" she screamed, slapping at his hands. "Damn pervert!"
"Do you own a push up bra and something low cut? No man, not even Light, can resist staring at a pretty pair of these. Especially if they're displayed nicely," he said matter of factly as if he had just explained the theory of relativity. "Oh, I know. I'll take you shopping tomorrow. I'll help you pick something out. You can model it for me that way I can choose the perfect outfit for you."
"Oh, my god," she groaned, covering her eyes with her hand. "I'm Alice and I've fallen through the rabbit hole. You're a perverted Mad Hatter because you're dirty and CRAZY!"
Sachi grabbed his hands removing them from her breasts because he had not yet done so. She rolled over with her back to him and was immediately assaulted again as he grabbed her behind. Yelping loudly, she jumped to a sitting position with his hands still underneath her. She shoved her elbow backward as he fell forward, making contact with his face that sent a spray of blood from his injured nose.
"Ow," he whined, covering his nose.
Sachi did not know why, but she felt sorry for him. He looked so pitiful and helpless when in pain. She moved off the bed to the bathroom to get a towel and a washcloth. Throwing him the towel, she opened the door and two men fell in at her feet.
"Since you're here, can you be useful and get some ice please?" she requested as the two red faced men scrambled to their feet.
"What happened in there?" Matsuda asked, receiving a slap to the back of the head from Ukita.
"I don't kiss and tell," she responded vaguely with a sensual lilt to her voice. She winked at him and licked her lower lip while eyeing him up and down. A smile tilted her lips when the man grew visibly uncomfortable, pulling at his collar while his blush deepened to a crimson red.
L would have laughed if she had not caved in his face which hurt something awful. He received another confirmation that there was more to this girl than she let on.
Ukita returned with the bucket of ice just in time to save Matsuda before he fainted from embarrassment or excitement.
Sachi closed the door, returning to the bed and the injured L. She dumped a handful ice into the washcloth she was holding and moved the towel to carefully apply the makeshift ice pack to his bloody nose.
"Should I ask next time before I grope you?" L queried, sounding congested from the blood filling his nose.
"Don't you think it would be better to not grope me?" she suggested, taking the bloody towel from him and putting it in the bathroom.
"You're my girlfriend," he informed her.
"I am? Don't I get a say in this matter?"
"No. Not really."
Of course not. Suddenly her life had careened out of control when this loony insomniac got behind the wheel. How did this happen?
"What makes you think I will stay and help you?" she inquired with a victorious expression on her face.
"Because you have a boundless sense of curiosity. You're inquisitive and nosy with a smart mouth and you like a challenge. What could be more challenging than Light Yagami?" he asked, moving the ice pack and wiggling his nose.
Damn. He had her pegged. Not only had he been enjoying cake and oversugared coffee for the last month, he had been surveying her. He was learning about her through her interactions not only with him but with other customers and coworkers. She did indeed want to help him with whatever crazy scheme he had in mind. Not only to cut a hole in Light Yagami's expansive pride but also to see what happens.
