Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I feel like I should stop apologising, but maybe I should also publish chapters within a week of each other. Anyway~
Chapter ten - List
The room she chose was as far away from Misa's as physically possible. Which really wasn't even that far, since Misa's was in the middle of the floor. But she had also been strategic and picked the room closest to the elevator and the stairs, at the way end of the hallway; she could hear whenever someone was getting off at their floor.
Hikaru flopped onto her bed, curling up and making herself as small as possible. The statement Ryuzaki said before she and Light left had been the only thing on her mind for the past hour. Light and Misa were suspected of being Kira? She just couldn't believe it, or piece her thoughts together right. She sat up and tried to make sense of the facts, their suspicion, and her internal, gut instincts.
1. Light and Misa may or may not be Kiras one and two.
2. Light and Misa were her only "friends" in Japan, and therefore, she couldn't rely on anyone else but them and her parents.
3. Light, being as cunning as he was, could very well be Kira. She didn't want to believe it.
4. Misa seemed too stupid to be the second Kira. But then, it also made sense for them to be Kira, since they were... "together."
5. Also. Who, exactly, was Ryuzaki?
"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" Hikaru yelled, throwing herself back onto the bed. She curled back up into a ball, trying her hardest to think all of it through. Glancing at the TV, she wondered if she should turn it on. No, that would break her concentration. But maybe she should watch something to get her mind off of all her scattered thoughts.
If Light was Kira...that would mean that he had killed hundreds of people. And Misa...sure, she was insanely annoying, but had she really done away with criminals and news anchors alike? Hikaru fidgeted, biting her lip. The worst thing was, she was going shopping with them. Ugh.
She twirled her hair in her finger as she sat up, grabbing the remote and flicking on the television. The default channel was currently on a news stations, and the story that they were talking about made Hikaru flop back onto her bed in frustration.
"Damn you, Kira!"
"Hey, Roo! Wake up!" Misa pounded on the door, trying her best to get the other girl out of bed. At the moment, she regretted Ryuzaki giving Hikaru a card key, like an actual hotel would have. "Roo! Get your butt out of bed! We're going shopping today!"
The ebony-haired girl sat up, rubbing an eye and yawning. She slowly crawled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, peering at herself in the mirror. Hikaru was a mess. Her hair was all over the place, and there were small bags under her eyes. "Geez...is this Kira business screwing me up already?" she muttered, opening a drawer and searching for a brush, only to find she didn't have one. "Ah, dammit!"
"Hee! Kah! Roo!" Misa yelled, slamming her fists against the door with every syllable. "Wake up and let Misa in!"
Hikaru sighed and wen to the door, completely ignoring her hair situation as she opened it. "G'morning, Misa..."
"Oh, Roo, you look horrible!" Misa said loudly, gasping as she covered her mouth in shock. "Didn't you sleep okay? And you can't fix yourself up before we leave?"
Grumbling, Hikaru walked past Misa into the hallway. "Nah. I can't. I don't have any means of beauty in my backpack, thank you very much." Though, she did have homework that had been due that day; she never did finish it.
Misa sweatdropped, closing the door behind Hikaru and following her to the elevator. "Sorry, Roo. I forgot about that. I have a brush you can use, and clothes you can wear if you want."
"Really?" Hikaru asked, perking up at the news. She shrugged and turned around, heading back toward Misa's room and making the blonde follow her.
They entered the room--Misa didn't have a card key--and Misa went directly to her bathroom to find a brush. "You can look through my closet to find an outfit you like!"
Hikaru stepped toward the closet hesitantly. She didn't want to wear Misa's Gothic Lolita-style clothing, but she didn't want to go shopping in her school uniform. She slowly opened the door and scanned the inside for a decent, relatively-Hikaru-style outfit. None of them seemed to match that description. She sighed and pulled out an outfit at random: A black tanktop/bra-esque top that revealed the shoulders to about the middle of the upper arms, where lace sleeves covered them from there. The thing was a one-piece dress but it looked like a top and a skirt; the bottom, skirt-like portion of it was ruffled and very lacy. Hikaru sighed and began to undress, feeling hesitant about it. She didn't want to look like Misa--not at all. People might think that they were sisters. And if they didn't, they'd think that Misa and Hikaru were celebrities or something. But hadn't Ryuzaki said that Misa was a model? Hikaru brushed it off as the blonde came back, holding about five hair brushes.
Misa stopped in front of Hikaru, her mouth dropping as the raven-haired girl finished dressing. "Oh, Roo, you look so pretty in that!" she said, giggling as she handed Hikaru a brush. "have you ever thought about becoming a model, like Misa?"
"Ick, no," Hikaru replied, taking the brush from Misa and stroking her ebony hair. "I'm not so much of a girly-girl, and model people seem to hate tomboys. Besides, models are stereotypically stupid, and I certainly am not." She glanced at Misa for a moment before handing the brush back to her. "Hey, do you have a pen and paper?"
Misa cringed at Hikaru's words, but took the brush back nevertheless. "Uh, yeah, I do." She gathered the other hairbrushes and went to put them back in her bathroom. "What do you need a pen and paper for, Roo?"
"To write what I wanna get!" Hikaru called back, searching through the bottom of the still-open closet for a pair of sensible boots to go with her dress. "Like a brush! And I need clothes, desperately!"
"Here you go." The blonde came back, pen and paper in hand, and gave them to Hikaru, who was now on the floor. "Um, do you need help looking for shoes?" she asked, tilting her head. "I know the perfect pair of boots to go with that dress."
Hikaru shook her head, pulling a pair of high black boots out of the closet. They didn't exactly match with the outfit, but she didn't care. She slipped them onto her feet, then took the pen and paper from Misa and began writing.
-Clothes.
-Brush.
-Toothbrush/paste.
-Band posters.
-Shoes.
-CDs.
Misa peered over Hikaru's shoulder to see what she was writing. "Band posters?" she asked, tilting her head in curiosity. "American bands? Like that song you were singing yesterday in the car?"
"Mm-hm," Hikaru replied, nodding and standing up. She handed the pen back to Misa and grinned. "Geez, I'm so excited!" She jumped when a knock came from the door. "Ack! Whozzat?"
Misa sweatdropped and opened the door, a bright smile forming on her lips. "Ah, Light!" she cried, jumping onto him and hugging him tightly.
Light stepped through the door, Misa clinging to him, and looked at Hikaru. He raised an eyebrow at her attire. "What the hell are you wearing? You look like Misa."
Hikaru's cheeks immediately turned red, because of the fact that he had commented on her outfit, but also out of anger for saying that she looked like the crazy blonde, no matter how true it was. "Well, excuse me, Light-kun, for not bringing any clothes to school. Believe me, I had no idea that I would be involved in the Kira case, let alone talking to a Kira suspect." She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him.
Light narrowed his eyes. He had figured that Hikaru would find out about his being suspected of being Kira. But he hadn't worked so far as to determine what her reaction would be. At the moment, he was guessing that she was acting tough and resentful, but she was truly afraid. Kira was a killer, after all, and the fact that she was staying in a building with a Kira suspect would surely be frightening to her. He sighed, shook Misa off of him, and grabbed Hikaru's wrist, pulling her to him in a tight hug--this angered Misa and shocked Hikaru, making her face turn the same colour as a ripe tomato. "You shouldn't believe Ryuzaki. Don't believe a word he says, Hikaru," he said, gripping her tightly. "Ryuzaki has lied to and tested the task force an uncountable number of times. Me and Misa are suspects, bt that's only because my intellect is parallel with his, and Misa is my girlfriend." He pulled away from her and connected his eyes with hers. "You don't have anything to worry about, Hikaru."
"But...but Ryuzaki said--" Hikaru started to speak, but Light interrupted her by placing a finger on her lips to stop her.
"Don't believe him, Hikaru," he repeated, keeping his focus on her deep blue eyes. "But we've gotta go buy things for your stay here, okay?" He gave her a small smile, then looked at Misa. "C'mon, Matusa's waiting for us."
"Matsu's driving us?" Misa squealed, jumping up and down happily. She grinned at Hikaru, completely forgetting what had happened moments before. "Oh, Roo, you're gonna love Matsu! He's just like a big puppy!"
Hikaru tilted her head, blinking. "Matsu...da? Is he part of the task force too?" She smiled a bit, feeling slightly excited about meeting someone new.
The three left Misa's room and headed to the elevator. Before anyone even hit the button to go down, the up arrow lit up--Hikaru tilted her head. "Who's coming up here?"
A bell dinged as the elevator stopped on their floor, and the doors opened, revealing a cheerful-looking young man. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as his eyes lowered on Hikaru. His face turned red instantly.
Misa burst into giggles. "Matsu, you should see your face right now! It's as red as an apple!" She turned to Hikaru and grinned. "I think Matsu thinks you're pretty, Roo," she said, winking at her.
The man shook his head violently, the deep blush staying put in his cheeks. "Misa-Misa, stop it! We've gotta go, now!" He stopped shaking his head and lowered his eyes, avoiding Hikaru's stare.
The raven-haired girl tilted her head. "Are you Matsuda-san?" she asked, taking a step closer to him and reaching for his hand. She smiled softly. "I'm Hikaru Michiyuki."
Matsuda's cheeks grew even darker as she took his hand in hers, making him jerk his head up and look at her. "Y-yes, I'm Touta Matsuda. There's no need to call me 'Matsuda-san,' though...just 'Matsuda.' No! Call me anything you want, Hikaru!" He lowered his head again, in a sort of bow.
Hikaru cocked her head again, letting go of his hand. She sweatdropped. "'Matsuda' is just fine. Now are we gonna go shopping or what?"
His head shot up again, and he nodded. "O-oh, yeah. Come on, Light, Misa-Misa. We've gotta go shopping for Hikaru!"
Misa giggled at Matsuda as she stepped into the elevator, and Light...Light didn't know what to say, or think. Sure, Hikaru was pretty, but she wasn't pretty enough to make someone fall head over hells in love with her at first site, like Matsuda had. He shook his head and decided that Matsuda was stupid, and he was attracted to beautiful women no matter what, like all men should be. But Hikaru? Seriously Matsuda. Choose someone your own age, please.