A/n: I noticed a fault in the last chapter. ___ It said her brother was on a bed first, then a desk. I believe so at least. I'll check it again later just to be sure. Anyways, sorry if this chapter is badly written. I tried my best to convey what I wanted here. ^_^ I'm thinking about makign this fanfic longer than I intended too. But I'm not exactly sure. What do you guys think? Anyways, thanks for reading. (:

The hallway to where the hotel room where the investigation team were staying in seemed a lot shorter than before. She wasn't exactly looking forward to saying something to them. What could she possibly say to make them think she'd go and disappear- forever? She looked at the floor in front of her, thinking heavily as she walked forward. Her stomach had a knot, knowing that she had left her room clean. Frankly, she wanted to keep it the way it was.

Keeping it clean would make her seem out of character.

She stopped, mentally noting to herself. They couldn't possibly know her character. How could they know anything about how she normally acted, what way she liked to live and what she felt most comfortable with? The only human contact with them she had was within the last nine days, two hours and twenty four minutes, and she only spent with them a time totaling of…

She thought for a while. She needed to do the math to find out how long she had spent with them. Although she had brilliant intuitive and seemingly good attention she wasn't very bright in academic stages, only graduating middle school. After a while, she got it.

She had spent sixteen hours and forty eight minutes with them.

She began walking towards the hotel room again, the hallway now becoming longer than it was before. She was still deep in thought about whether to leave her room clean or whether she should go back and make it like she liked it. Again she stopped to debate herself, before quickly mentally slapping herself remembering that she was going to say goodbye to them, and it would be suspicious if she took too long. Or would it be suspicious if I came too soon? She shrugged. She only told Ryuzaki that she was coming, so the others wouldn't know. She began walking again, but after only a few steps she reached the hotel room door.

"That sure took forever," she murmured to herself before taking a deep breath and preparing herself to seem depressed. Before she could knock on the door it was opened. She wasn't at all surprised when her eyes met with dark, sleepless eyes. She couldn't help but smile on the inside as she saw him; the slightly hunched, tired looking yet strangely appealing man. "I'm sorry," she said, bowing quickly down and then looking at him with a sad expression. She walked into the hotel room after he had opened the door wide enough.

"Just stay," she was now used to him whispering random sentences, mostly encouraging, into her ear, yet she still got goose bumps. She didn't answer him, nor did allow herself to look at his face. This is stupid. I'm never around this man anyways; his words shouldn't affect me like this. She told herself walking to meet with the investigation team. They didn't seem surprised at all to see her, which was understandable, since she was now sort of a frequent guest, even though they had only spent sixteen hours forty eight minutes together. She felt like she knew every one of them personally.

"I'm thankful for the opportunity to work with you, you are probably the most hardworking people I've met in my whole life," she said, bowing in respect and in an apologetic manner. The investigation team all looked up when they heard what she had said. "As you know, I said you would never hear from me if I didn't find anything from the photographs, and I'm not going to back down on my words," she said, her tone becoming heavier with every word.

"You don't have to leave because you said you would," that oddly calm voice said from behind her. Again, he was seemingly going out of character, which meant she had to be more careful to stay in the character she had created. "Listen to Ryuzaki, we need you," she was surprised to hear Light Yagami say those words. She looked at him with her eyes wide is astonishment. Then she realized it. Light was hoping that she'd still go away; it was either a cover up or some way to guarantee that she'll leave.

"I am of no use to anyone anymore," she mumbled lowly, trying to work a few tears. "I have failed them, in my mission to help capture Kira, I don't belong here," she said, a few tears streaming down her face. She turned around and walked passed Ryuzaki towards the door which was out of sight from where the investigation team was. They had a huge hotel room, which usually would've bothered her, but she was happy, now she could finally get away.

She could hear footsteps following her. When she got to the door she paused for a moment. Internally arguing whether she should turn around to see the person or whether she should keep her head hung low. She couldn't remember having to make so many decisions in the same day before, at least not in a long time. But her time to think ran out when someone grabbed her oversized sweater and tugged at it slightly like a shy child did to its mother. She turned her head and there stood Ryuzaki. She let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm worried that whatever your plan is, it'll fail," he said clearly, even though he spoke in such a low tone. She studied his face. It seemed to be a bit less emotionless than usually. Truthfully told she was overjoyed by his reaction to her leaving. It would make the perfect memory if she were to die before ever being able to see him again. There was something about him that calmed her down. She grabbed his wrist and slowly pulled it away from herself and as soon as he finally let go of her she let go of his hand in fear of something happening.

"If I don't call here in the next seventeen days, twenty one hours and three minutes, my…" she paused. It would be wrong of her to call Light just her suspect. "Our suspect is probably to blame," she said in a low tone, turning away from him. "Goodbye Ryuzaki," she said now with her normal tone, opening the hotel room and leaving it. This meant that she couldn't turn back and now she only faced two options.

Win or lose.

Then she remembered. She still had to fix her room like she wanted it. She rushed back to her hotel room and it didn't take her long to get in and get started. She really hated leaving it all clean.

Ryuzaki had left straight for his private room after she had left. He had gone straight to the screens which had shown him her personality and almost everything he would've wanted to know if he suspected her to be Kira. He sat in his normal position and picked up a nearby lollipop and began sucking on it. He stared at the screens, anticipating her going back in, taking her violin and leaving.

Then she finally came in, and as if she was coming into his room, he could almost smell that sweet perfume which lingered. He talked himself out of thinking about that perfume. It was probably just the smell of some sweet he had in his room. He wasn't obsessed with her. He returned his attention to the screens only to see her doing something that seemed overly violent for her. She was trashing her room. Throwing the papers she had neatly stacked and the clothes she had put into the closet were thrown onto the floor and trampled upon and stuck under the bed. She spent a good half hour making everything she had cleaned just hours ago back into a mess.

"Watari," he said calmly, pulling out the lollipop in his mouth. "Have someone, not the investigation team, follow her and protect her," he said, not taking his eyes off of the screen. She now stood over her violin, stroking the case. Watari nodded to Ryuzaki's directions and left off to make the arrangements.

Ryuzaki watched as she left the hotel room, leaving behind her violin case. He was slightly shocked, and frightened by her action. Why would she leave something so precious behind?

He looked at the time that had passed.

Roughly seventeen days, twenty hours and twenty seven minutes left in the imaginary hourglass he had now etched in his mind.