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Traitor
Light was discussing with the girl about the person called Amane Misa, who sounded to be a very useful pawn with Shinigami Eyes, and thoroughly delighted. T was painting such a mesmerizing picture with the knowledge she had, revealing far better plans than he could have done alone. Not that someone like himself would ever admit such a thing.
She was telling him about how L was investigating her today, though on that subject, she was kept in the dark. He had just brought up how he was supposed to contact her without the detective knowing, when a sound resounded from the outside hallway.
"Did.... did someone just drop their key?" he asked, getting up.
"Shit, shit, he is not supposed to be back yet" she said, bolting up and looking around for some form of omnipotent eye the man planted to screw with her. "Go hide!" she fiercely whispered.
"Where?" He was looking, but everything, even the inside of the closet, was kept open and viewable.
"Uh, under my bed! Hurry!" He dashed into the other room, which contained two beds. Without even glancing at the one stacked with files and other paperwork, he ducked under the unmade one. There was a small curtain covering the bottom from view, a lucky thing for him.
Being a hotel room, though a luxurious one at that, there was not much room for a human being. There was not much choice however, so he crammed himself the best he could anyway. Settled down after a moment, tried to calm his breathing, and listened, hard to do with one ear smashed against the carpeting.
"What have you been up to?" immediately left L's mouth once the door closed.
"Nothing, I swear."
He heard the man walk around. "Did you get something on pay-per-view again?"
"No." He heard the television turn off. "What's with the bag you're holding?"
"Don't change the subject, T. What did you do?" She was going to get them screwed, most definitely. He heard the mentioned bag being dropped on the table.
"I swear I'm innocent! I plea the fifth!"
"The fifth is not a part of this country." The detective already sounded bored with her.
"It isn't?"
"Not for you it isn't." He heard the man walk onto tile, then pick up something ceramic from the counter. "Why do you have two coffee mugs out?"
"Oh, uh, the first one was dirty."
"Which one?"
This isn't good ran through his head like a carousel, repeating over and over again.
"The, ah, red one." More footsteps, then something spilled into the sink.
L, he assumed, walked back to wherever T was in the kitchen and set the mug down, lightly so it did not break, but hard enough for the ceramic to echo a sound. "It's clean."
"Oops." The detective most likely already guessed that he was under the bed. Maybe it was all a trap? The possibility was starting to seem very likely. Damn super detective.
"Oops is correct, T. Stop wasting cups." She was being... lectured? "I thought I made that clear to you yesterday when you decided to use three along with three straws as well" L said. "You keep leaving fingerprints everywhere."
Her voice took a defensive pitch. "I just wanted to see what flavor coffee, tea, and soda would make if you sipped them all at the same time, and you can't mix soda with the two because it's all cold. It was a valid experiment and you're just jealous you didn't come up with it yourself!" He heard light footsteps, the girl's, approach where he assumed the detective was standing. Then, he heard something he did not expect, which almost sickened him.
Did he just kick her?
He did. Sure, Light could tell from knowing a little fighting that it was a very weak blow, but it was still against a woman. No wonder L didn't bat an eye when using such illegal and controversial methods trying to catch him. Even more odd, in his opinion, was that she started laughing, like this occurred as often as someone took their vitamins. "That was my butt, you pervert!"
"It was not of perverted intention. You were just being irritating."
"You liked it."
"Kicking you?" he inquired.
He did not enjoy being under this bed, listening to these two's banter. That girl better not take long to create an opening for him to escape. Light struggled to position himself so that he was ready to scram out from under this dust-ladened prison. Heavier footsteps, L's, walked into the room. He could see a small amount of the man's shadow, making it easy to tell he had sat on the other bed, the one covered in paperwork. His supposed new partner in crime waltzed in a minute later. "You're already going to work?" she asked. Her feet were almost directly in front of his face.
The detective gave that know-it-all-smart-ass tone he was learning to despise. "There is still a mass murderer killing criminals among us."
"Right, right. Off on your justice duty, never having a freaking ten-minute break for a little fun." She dropped herself onto her bed, which caused the mattress to dent into the little space between it and the floor, also known as the place where Light's torso was currently residing. He was caught off-guard and tried to muffle his grunt as much as he could. L, who took to typing not a minute earlier, did not have the slightest pause in his speed; the man did not hear it.
"And what would your idea of fun be?" the detective asked, not looking up, according to his shadow.
Her body seemed to go rigid, and her feet slowly slid back to his viewing area. About time she remembered he was under her bed. "Oh, I don't know, maybe seeing a movie? Going out to breakfast? Shopping for a wardrobe with more variety?" She added, "I could find you some really nice jeans if we tried hard enough. You look like a purple to me."
"Did I not give you work to do?" She probably nodded. "I highly doubt you went through all of them already." The dent lifted completely, and the young man watched her leave the room. The typing continued, almost a form of torture to break a person, for another two minutes in her absence before abruptly stopping. "In here, T. You are reading them where I can see you." The footsteps returned, dejected. The girl softly lowered herself back onto Light.
He could tell that this man had no intention of even leaving the room at any point in the near future, so he fixed himself into a more comfortable position, preparing for a long day.
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L had managed to keep himself occupied in the bedroom until much after dusk. The girl fell asleep every so often, he calculated the average to be once every two hours, thirty-three minutes, and seventeen seconds. In that time, he would turn the previously recorded audio on his laptop, which sounded as if he was still typing, and fiddled with the Rubix cube he kept under his pillow or sneaked off to get something to eat.
The man wanted to laugh very much at Light's belief that his presence went unnoticed, though resisted the urge. The curtain hiding him was close to see-through. The other urge, he fell to as result of using all of his energy on the former one. He called up Watari and asked, thoroughly annoyed, why the older man thought it was a good idea to buy Terra neon-yellow jeans, which she put on immediately after opening the bag he was told to give to her. He really should have checked it beforehand, a mistake he would not make twice. L satisfied himself by thinking he would burn them the minute she left that atrocious thing alone.
It was close to midnight when he turned off the laptop and laid down, not bothering with the covers. The girl had been still for an hour already, and thrashing the hour before that. Waiting he was, for the unmistakable sound. Light was much more cautious than expected, not prying himself from the cramped space under her bed until he made a couple very convincing snores.
The young man quickly straightened himself, brushing his clothes off lightly. The detective could feel the glare directed upon his back. He then proceeded to tiptoe to the doorway.
Excited, he counted Kira's steps. Even quicker, he uprighted himself and followed silently, the loudness of his footsteps earlier being entirely faked of course. The man was almost touching the doorknob before L decided to speak. "Do not stay out too late, Light."
He spun around, startled. "Ryuzaki" he said. The young man straightened his shirt. "How long have you...?" Someone was regretting not looking back when leaving.
"Known? If the coffee cups were not enough of a signal, your groaning certainly was. She did indeed forget you were there, if you were wondering." He gave away no emotion, and kept his usual slouched stance as if catching a Kira suspect trying to creep out of his hotel room was a natural thing and did not deserve much reaction. Inside, he was smirking.
Light kept his own demeanor as well. "I suppose I'll be going then. See you tomorrow" he told L. The young man was trying to escape with as little humility as possible.
"I have already spoke to your father earlier, so you will not have to worry about coming up with an excuse for being out so late. You were assisting me personally about dissecting the tapes the second Kira left." This was beyond a ninety-percent chance that it was his win. He wouldn't dare say one-hundred, but it was very close.
The two gave their departs, and the detective oversaw him getting in the elevator before closing the hotel door. He made a mental note to review the rest of the night's security tapes tomorrow, in case the man swiped a key. He walked back to his and the girl's bedroom, not bothering to glance at her figure when sitting himself back where it was comfortable on the bed, knees close to his chin. He grabbed the laptop, pushed the power button so it could start up. "You're not fooling anyone, Miss Terra."
She propped herself up. "How'd you know?"
This time he bothered to look at her, cocking his head to the side. "You should learn your sleeping habits before faking rest." L's attention returned to the screen, now at the login page. "You thrash."
"Damn it."
We're officially in the double-digits, woo!