BeforeNote: Because of your reviews and more alerts, I've decided to write the dinner scene between Watari and Trish. I read it over, and I realized that I would have needed it anyways. Though it is has some importance, it is mostly filler.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any cafes.
P.S. Is it bad that I'm just writing this as I go along? Most of my stories have worked out that way, anyways. Every time I try to plan out, I fail. Does that make any sense?
Enjoy!
"So, how has everything been going?"
Trish and Watari decided to have their dinner at a small café in a remote location in The Middle. They were good friends, well rounded and communicative, and since he was her employer as well, he decided to check up on her progress. She was a good employee; the best. She could handle any kind of problem with any people, but with this group, Watari feared for her sanity.
Sighing, Trish picked up her coffee and held it to her lips. "So far, I've had to yell at them twice. I never thought I would come across a group of people such as them. How did you handle it all in The Former?"
Watari chuckled a bit, somewhat relieved that Trish was OK…for now.
"Four of them I raised in an orphanage I established."
"Yes, I remember you mentioning that once." Trish wasn't told much about The Wammy's House, which explained why she was a little creeped out by Thinking, Bored, Uncaring, and Analyzing. Those four coming from an orphanage explained so much.
"The other two; Light was a member of the Task Force in Japan, and Misa was his supposed girlfriend."
"That Light character is a real narcissistic ass, and Misa's just another blond bimbo."
"He's got some issues with self-righteousness. How was L?"
"He…is a bit on the odd side. Got a few quirks about him. He doesn't sit normal, for one, and he chews his thumb. Oh, and his black eyes are somewhat unnerving. Does he not sleep at all? And what's with the whole bondage thing between him and Light?"
"Ah." That brought back memories, some unpleasant and some on the happier side of things. "I'm sure L mentioned that he had Light under the suspicion of being Kira?"
Trish nodded.
"That is why he handcuffed Light to himself; to keep an eye on him. Everyone else on the Task Force believed that Light was truly cleared of all suspicions in the beginning, but L wasn't satisfied. Thus, the bondage, as you call it."
"Uh huh." So Light really was the one the people worshipped for six years. This made things a lot more interesting. "Watari, thank you for having dinner with me. I must go now, and make sure I am prepared for tomorrow's session. I'll see you at work."
"Take care."
Trish walked out to her car, her plans for tomorrow taking a slight twist.
Yes, things were definitely going to be interesting.