Light awoke to being shaken, which in his opinion was the worst wakeup call he'd ever gotten. He rolled over to face the edge of the bed and groaned. "Who's there?"

"Shh," voice hushed.

He sat up, supported by his elbows. "Misa?" Light down to find her, crouched at his bedside and fiddling with a ring of keys. "What're you doing? It's got to be three in the morning."

She went through each of the keys on the ring, testing them for the lock on Light's cuff. "You said we'd talk later in private," she replied, keeping her voice down. "What better time for some confidence than three in the morning, when Ryuuzaki-san's asleep?"

A soft click notified that the cuff had unlocked. "Come on." Misa took Light's now freed hand and led him out the door to his bedroom and into the washroom down the hall.

"I've got an idea," Misa said, closing the washroom door behind her.

Light's brow furrowed. "For...?"

"For diverting Ryuuzaki's attention off of us?" She sighed in exasperation. "The Kira Case, Light!"

"What's the plan?"

"I've got plenty of connections to the media," she began. "So I'll get a rumor started that the two Kiras are in a serious relationship. Everyone, even Ryuuzaki-san, will buy it."

Light's eyes widened. "I don't know, Misa," he said. "This sounds like a bad idea. And what if it doesn't work?"

"No, it'll be brilliant," she insisted. "See, if the Kiras are lovers, we can't be the two Kiras because we aren't lovers. So all we have to do is avoid each other as much as we can until Ryuuzaki's suspicion is at zero percent. It's perfect!"

Light didn't know what to say. Well, he did... It was a horrible idea. Worse than the one he had come up with, and that was just flat-out killing L. That'd divert his attention off of us, Light thought, chuckling.

"So whatcha think of my plan, Light-kun?" Misa asked, grinning.

"I, uh--"

"--Is this a members-only party, or is anyone welcome?"

"Ryuuzaki!" Misa cried.

In the door jamb to the guest bedroom's lavatory, facing her and Light, stood L.

Misa leaned over to whisper into Light's ear. "Think he suspects us?"

L reached into his right jean pocket, pulling out the rest of the chain that attached to his wrist. And the other cuff. He bounced his arm, making the steel links jingle. His gaze was fixed on Light.

Light whispered back to Misa, frozen. "I think he suspects us."