And now Misa gets more involved. Yay! Believe it or not, I'm a fan. This fic is becoming dangerous. I'm a big fan of Light x Misa, Matsuda, Mikami or Ryuk. I'm doing my best to behave myself. I really am! Anyway; enjoy reading & reviewing and thanks for your patience!


Misa

It had come out of the blue.

"Hold it tighter!" Aizawa shouted as Ide struggled to keep the compress tight against the bleeding wound. The woman's chest was raising and lowering with her small shallow breaths; blood flowing from the now gaping gash just beneath her collar. "I've already called the ambulance."

Matsuda stood in the corner with towels ready to be ordered. His suit was covered in blood from the arterial spray. Misa had gotten so much better and had just been so cheerful; they had dropped their suicide watch. The opportunity must have been too great to pass up, Matsuda imagined. He watched the blood gush down her arms and Ide struggle to contain it while they waited those forever too long minutes for help to arrive. Her blonde hair was sticking to her cheek. They were only lucky that Matsuda wanted to stop by for a surprise visit dragging Ide and Aizawa behind him or it would have been too late.

He had walked in right when Misa had the scissors to her throat.

Moving without thinking, Matsuda had only managed to save her throat from being cut, but in the struggle she still created quite a gash. Matsuda had used kitchen towels and everything he could imagine to stop the bleeding with one hand while Aizawa called the ambulance. Ide had gone off to get more towels to stop the blood flow more properly and had shoved Matsuda out of the way. After that first bit of adrenaline, Matsuda had indeed fallen into sort of a shock.

He let the others take care of it from there.

"Light..." Misa choked up through the blood. "I just..." A gasp of air. "Want to see him..."

Matsuda's heart clenched and he backed up to the wall. Though, he did not get a chance to truly linger on Light sitting back in a hotel room or Misa's desperate misery as the paramedics burst into the small apartment and started bringing oxygen masks and compresses. In less than five minutes Misa was on a gurney and escorted quickly to the car downstairs to take her to the hospital. Aizawa and Ide let out deep breaths. Matsuda stayed where he was on the wall.

Misa wanted to see Light so badly that she killed herself. Matsuda had kept Light all to himself without even really thinking about just how much that would mean to Misa. he hadn't even asked Light if the man wanted to see Misa yet. Matsuda let his hand droop down at his side. How could he make this better?

"Hey," Ide walked over and rubbed Matsuda's shoulder. Matsuda had bags under his eyes and his breathing was a little heavy. It might be possible Matsuda needed a trip to the emergency room, too. He looked like he was in a light shock. "You going to be okay?"

Matsuda shook his head slowly. "I'm going to get some air. Call me when they find out if she'll be okay."

Aizawa frowned as Matsuda started to head out the door covered in bloody clothes. He rubbed his hair in frustration and started after the younger man but Ide grabbed his shoulder. "We shouldn't let him go by himself. What if he's in shock?"

"It'll be okay." Ide sighed. He was worried, but Matsuda did look like he needed a break. "Give him a little time. He really liked Misa you know."

"Alright, but call him in an hour, okay?"

Ide nodded and pat Aizawa on the shoulder. "Come on, let's go follow them to the hospital."

Aizawa sighed and headed out into the hallway; Matsuda's figure was already long gone. He prayed things would start looking up for that boy. Between Light, Near and now Misa – Aizawa wasn't sure how much more Matsuda could handle.


Mikami sat very still in his cell.

He'd exhausted all of his options at attempted suicide from choking himself to eventually caving and biting his tongue. All failed. It seemed someone didn't want him to die just yet.

It was annoying.

Mikami's only option now was to sit and think. Somehow he would show them all. He'd escape this prison and shed off this shell. No longer would he have to suffer in this world void of justice. He would be dead and deny those people the pleasure of his execution.

Assuming he could actually pull it off.

Mikami huffed.

Where was that blasted shinigami when you needed him? Didn't he babble off something about killing Mikami when he was done with everything? It just wasn't fair. He'd need some sort of miracle to kill himself at this rate. Mikami slouched into his seat on the bed and counted footsteps as they walked by. Since he was stuck in a straight jacket, Death Note-less and blindfolded they didn't think he needed to be completely separated from the rest of the inmates. How even more depressing.

However, Mikami's ears pricked up when he heard a soft clatter and the sound of something rolling. It sounded like a pen. That had rolled into his own pen of a prison. And the ex-lawyer didn't hear anyone stop to pick it up. Mikami's breath sped up as he thought of the possibilities. Once night fell he'd look for the object slowly.

Maybe God had granted him the miracle he needed.


Light hummed to himself lightly as he chewed on his apple slice. Ryuk must have been rubbing off on him. That or Matsuda. Thanks to those two munching on the stupid fruit relentlessly all the time, Light found himself eating them, too. Quite a bother. But at least they weren't obsessed with cake. Light shivered as he remembered one too many nights with L and his cake fetish. Regardless of apples and bad memories, Light was enjoying his moments of free time and spent it catching up on the news. Mikami wasn't going to die for another day or so and his plans were already set.

It was about time Light got a moment to himself.

"I'm bored."

"That's nice, Ryuk." Light clicked the remote to the next channel.

"I'm bored."

Another click to change the channel. "I heard you the first time."

"Light..." Ryuk whined. Light was just sitting there watching TV. That was it. No commentary or talking to the screen. No justice speeches. Just sitting and watching the moving pictures. He could have at least borrowed a Nintendo or something from the lobby but no. Light wanted to be boring. "Light."

"Stop it."

"I mean it! I'm really bored. Let's do something." Ryuk shook Light's shoulder.

"Quit it!"

"I'm bored..." Ryuk trailed off when the hotel door opened. Light was still staring at the TV and ignored Matsuda. (After all, why should Light worry when Matsuda was the only one coming to visit?) Light frowned a bit when the shinigami started to chuckle. Ryuk smirked and looked down at Light. "I'm not bored anymore."

"What?" Light stood up and turned around. His eyes widened and his hand gripped on the chair. Matsuda stood in the doorway covered in blood. It was caked in his hair, on his shirt and in the folds of his tie. It was dried and crusted into the fabric. The first half of Light's brain was cursing because he walked upstairs like that. He was drawing unnecessary attention! The other half reminded himself that he probably shouldn't yell at Matsuda when he was covered in blood and had a glazed look in his eyes. "Matsuda? What happened?"

"Misa," Matsuda swallowed. "She tried to kill herself. With a pair of scissors." Matsuda used his forefinger and thumb to mimic the motion of the blades. "I grabbed her and she missed, but. She's in the hospital."

Light frowned. This was not something he needed right now. It was far too close to his plan with Mikami and he needed Matsuda to be on the ball for this to work. Light couldn't afford to start using the Death Note for revenge if he didn't have the freaking thing in the first place! "You should sit down, Matsuda."

"Wow, he's all covered in blood." Ryuk chuckled. "What'd ya come here for?"

"Huh?" Matsuda looked up at Ryuk and blinked. Where was he? Matsuda didn't really come to the hotel did he? "Ah, oh." Matsuda grabbed his head as it set in where he had wandered. Did he really expect Light to comfort him? Why hadn't he just gone to back to Ide or Aizawa? Or even Mogi? Why here? "I. I was just walking...I'm sorry. I've drawn attention to the room now, haven't I?" Matsuda hunched his shoulders and sniffled. "I'm sorry."

At least he knows he screwed up. Light thought to himself as tears started falling down Matsuda's cheeks. His quiet sobs were unnerving. Light needed him to calm down so he could fully assess the damage. Darn it! Misa was causing trouble and she wasn't even here! Light put his hands on Matsuda's shoulders. "It's alright. You said she was in the hospital, right?"

Matsuda nodded slowly and looked up into Light's face. It was obvious Light was lying through his teeth, but somehow Matsuda couldn't bring himself to care. It didn't change the fact Light was here and had his hands on Matsuda's shoulders. "Yeah...they're going to call me."

"Okay, then we need to pull ourselves together so we can answer the phone. Right?" Light smiled softly as Matsuda's shoulders slowly stopped shaking. "Let's go over to the bed and lie down, okay?"

"Alright." Matsuda let himself be led to the bed and looked down at his clothes. "I'm all covered in blood."

"Yeah. We established that already." Ryuk laughed. "Looks good on you."

"Ryuk. Shut up!" Light hissed over his shoulders.

"Jeesh, get pissy why don't you?" Ryuk shrugged and sat cross-legged on the dresser. It's not like Misa was going to die. Ryuk knew her life span already. Actually, Ryuk paused and scratched his chin. That might actually make Matsuda feel better. Ryuk looked over at Light as he pulled off Matsuda's jacket and tried to talk him out of shock. Eh, he'd tell them later.

"Okay, let's get out of the rest of these clothes and I'll bring you the robe from the bathroom, okay?" Light desperately tried to keep his voice calm as his mind whirled. Why on earth was he doing this? Oh right. He only had one alley aside from Ryuk. He was going to take all this frustration out on Mikami and Near the first chance he got. "Can you do it by yourself?"

"I'm okay." Matsuda smiled softly. Light was trying really hard to be kind. Matsuda started to unbutton his shirt and pulled it off his shoulders. He fingered the fabric gently and flicked off a piece of blood. "Hey, Light?"

"Yes?" Light answered as he came out of the bathroom with the robe. Maybe he could get Matsuda to go to sleep and just deal with him later.

"Would you visit Misa?"

Light froze and spoke very slowly as he walked back to the bed. He'd have to be very careful or he'd upset Matsuda. "I don't think that would be wise."

"Why?" Matsuda looked over at Light as the robe was dropped around his shoulders. "She'd kill herself for you. It's not like she'll betray you."

"Not on purpose she won't." Light forced a smile. "I'm not worried about her intentionally doing anything wrong but she has a habit of..." Light trailed off to think of the perfect words. "Getting herself into trouble. The less she knows the better."

"She still has her engagement ring." Matsuda swallowed and his hands started to shake around the soft terri cloth. "She really does love you."

"I know she does, but still-"

"And you don't love her at all." Matsuda smiled softly as he cut off Light. "I know that."

"Matsuda-"

"Let me finish." Matsuda's hands slowly stopped shaking. It was sudden, but in all honesty after what he saw this morning in the kitchen he had gathered up a little courage. That devotion; that love. He needed to speak. "So please. Just lie to her, okay? Say you love her. Just something so she won't try and kill herself again. I'm begging you."

"I can't. Matsuda I-"

"Do it."

Light sucked in a deep breath. His sentences had been cut off for the third time now and it was really starting to get on his nerves. "What? Ryuk what are you talking about?"

"I miss the little lady, too." Ryuk chuckled and bit into an apple. Light was by far his favorite human, but he was most fun when he was reacting to other people. Adding another member to their little club would just make things more interesting. And of course, would be the perfect revenge for his boredom earlier. Light should know better than to yell at him. "So we should go say hello."

"Ryuk!" Matsuda perked up. The shinigami agreed with him! Maybe now they could convince Light to see Misa. She deserved it. "Thank-you."

"Eh, don't thank me. It sure ain't for you." Ryuk laughed as Light's eyebrow started twitching and his fist clenched. "And I'm sure Light'll know what happens if he doesn't."

"Why you." Light snarled. "So help me..."

"What? It's not like you're doing anything for the next day or two anyway." Ryuk snickered as Light started to get that look in his eye that threatened death to even innocent individuals.

"No apples!" Light pointed his finger at the gangly beast. "If you're going to threaten me with that damn note than I'm taking away your apples!"

"Light! That's too much!"

"Please!"

Matsuda started to laugh.

"Have you lost it?" Light lifted an eyebrow. Why was that moron laughing? Wasn't Ryuk betraying him bad enough? What happened to his relaxing afternoon? "Weren't you in the middle of a breakdown or something?"

"I'm sorry." Matsuda smiled. "It's just sort of funny."

"What is?"

"Nothing." Matsuda rubbed the tears out of his eyes. If Light was going to see Misa, even if it is under threat of death, then things would be okay. Misa would be happy even if Light hated her as long as he was alive. Matsuda knew that well; because he felt the same way. "You two are just funny."

Light threw his hands up. He didn't know how to deal with these idiots. "Scoot over."

Matsuda obliged and nudged over on the mattress as Light collapsed on the bed and covered his eyes with his arms. "I'm taking a nap. Don't wake me up."

Matsuda fell back against the bed next to Light and chuckled softly. "Okay. A nap sounds good after all this anyway."

Ryuk shook his head as the two laid there next to each other. Humans really were such fun.


Ide sat next to Misa in the hospital reading a magazine. She had been stitched up and placed under constant surveillance since she was released from surgery. Ide had called Matsuda earlier, but the man hadn't picked up his phone. Ide would have been worried, but it had only been a few hours. Matsuda wasn't likely to do anything particularly stupid until after he found out how Misa was doing. He just needed his space.

Misa herself was staring at the ceiling and wondering why she hadn't seen Light yet. She was all set to go and meet him when Matsuda shoved her. Why would Matsuda get in the way? Didn't he like Light as much as she did? Shouldn't he have understood more than anyone. Misa tried to swallow but winced when she stretched the stitching. Whatever drugs they must have given her were wearing off. Misa turned her head, despite the pain, though when she heard a buzzing.

Ide jumped when his cell phone started to vibrate. He pulled it out and clicked it open when he saw the ID on the other line. He knew giving the guy some time was all they needed. Though, if it had been another hour or two he was going to go look for the man. "Matsuda?"

"I'm so sorry Ide!" The young detective's voice rang through with a bit of distress. Ide was just happy Matsuda sounded like himself. "I fell asleep on my couch and missed your call! How's Misa?"

"Calm down, Matsuda." Ide looked over at Misa (who was now staring at him) and smiled. "She's fine. Just woke up in fact."

"I'm so relieved!" Matsuda's sigh of joy could be heard over the phone. "Can I talk to her?"

Ide looked over at Misa. "I guess so, but don't talk for long. Her voice is probably sore." Ide covered the phone. "It's Matsuda. He wants to talk to you, is that alright?"

Misa considered telling the man 'no' straight out for interfering, but she supposed he meant well. The actress nodded and let Ide hand her the phone. "Hello?" She rasped out.

"Misa. Don't speak."

The blonde's breath stopped. That was most definitely not Matsuda's voice on the phone.

"Don't say anything and don't let Ide know you're talking to someone other than Matsuda."

"Yes, Matsuda." Misa replied the best she could. Her heart was racing and she used every bit of acting skill she possessed to keep from crying. This had to be a dream. Maybe she had died.

It was her Light. Her Light was on the phone.

"Misa, I can't talk now but once you get out of the hospital, Matsuda will come take you to me." Light paused and Misa bit her lip. "Don't do anything that stupid again, Misa. I was worried."

"Yes, I won't do it again. Never again." Misa lost it and started to sob. "I won't worry you any more."

"Good-bye Misa."

Misa clicked off the phone and handed it back to Ide. Her Light was alive. He cared! He was worried about her. Light was back. Matsuda really was helping her! She'd have to thank him. If she'd gone through with it she wouldn't' have heard her beloved Light's voice again.

Ide blinked at the sobbing woman who had such a bright smile on her face and down at the phone. He'd have to ask Matsuda just what he said to give her such a change of heart. He smiled softly. Maybe there was romance budding for his good buddy. Heavens knows the man needed some company. "Feeling better now?"

"Yes, Mr. Ide." Misa smiled. "Talking with Matsuda" Light "has made me feel much better."

"Good to hear."


"Happy?" Light snarled as he tossed the phone on the bed.

Matsuda and Ryuk high-fived each other and the genius shook his head. He truly was surrounded by idiots. Blathering idiots who had no appreciation for the work it took to adjust for massive changes in plans.

Light looked over his shoulder at Matsuda (who was now clean) and Ryuk splitting an apple as they talked over Misa's eventual arrival into the group and sighed.

If this was karma, nature had a sick sense of humor.