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Rene's POV
It has been three days since L last visited me.
Three boring days. Three boring days that I have had to put up with an annoying Shinigami. Three boring days that I have had to put up with an annoying Shinigami, who has almost driven me to the point of INSANITY!
How does Light cope? Shinigamis pop up freaking everywhere. Through the walls, up the floor; I can't even take a shower with this pervert around me all the time. I don't know what's worse - the fact that he watches me, or the fact that he doesn't try to hide it! Either way he creeps the hell out of me and pisses me off.
Maybe it wasn't the power of the Death Note that turned Light insane but rather being continuously bugged by Ryuk?!
...
Who am I kidding... Light was always a bit coo-coo. Plus Ryuk is actually funny. Unlike this yellow haired jerk.
"Rene! I am booooooooored!" Orfa moans for the twelfth time in the past half hour. I just give him another quick glare before returning back to the newspaper I was reading on my bed. It doesn't helped that I am handcuffed to the damn bedpost. L must have thought I would run away. He has serious trust issues. ...Okay so I may have been planning to make a break for it - but that's not the point here!
"Come oooooon! I am hungry." There he goes again!
I swear to all that is good in this world - if I don't get to hit him at least once in the next five minutes I will have a mental breakdown.
For three days, THREE DAYS, I have had to put up with his constant moaning and groaning without being able to do a thing. For flip sake L why do you have to keep an eye on me. I want to punch Orfa's face in so badly right now!
"Miss Greenwood-" A soft calm voice came from the doorway.
I look up from half-reading an article about Kira to see Watari standing just outside in the hallway.
"-the doctor say's you have almost fully recovered. Luckily the wound was not deep enough to cause any long term damage, although it will leave a scare. Therefore I will be escorting you to a safe-house for your own safety." He took out a key, walked over and unlocked my handcuff. Immediately I began rubbing at my sore wrist.
'For my own safety' my ass. More like so L can control very move I make. What a pain in the backside.
Looking down at my clothes I realized I was still in a blue hospital gown. When he had made his way over to the door Watari turned back and looked at me, motioning me to follow him. I felt myself bush slightly, feeling quite self concious from wearing such thin and minimal clothing. Luckily Watari understood my awkward silence and picked up a bag from just outside the door.
"Ryuzaki bought a spare set of clothes, in case you preferred a change of clothing."
I couldn't help but let a grin come across my face as I jumped off the bed and - with a quick bow - took the bag. I went straight away into my en-suite bathroom (yes, L did get me my own private room and bathroom, well he is rich remember). I opened the bag as quickly as I could; this hospital gown was absolutely horrid and to be honest I just want to get out of it ASAP!
I looked at the contents for a second. A few silent quiet moments went by as my brain stopped working. I could feel the world pause. The clocks stopped ticking. I even stopped breathing.
"Everything okay in there?" Orfa put his head through the wall. He stared confused at my pale face.
...
Suddenly my brain kicked into motion again.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Just over an hour later.
I had been blindfolded most of way here - wherever 'here' is anyway. I had to spend the whole time listening to Orfa's blimmin annoying comments on my... outfit. Right now I am about ready to kick some poor unfortunate souls head in.
Watari opened the door, to what I recognised to be a hotel room, and I went inside. If any other guy had done the same as L, or Ryuzaki as I have been told to call him, then I would have thought the worst. You know, a guy you technically have only just met buys you clothes and sets you up in a hotel room. I would be quite suspicious.
However this was L, plus I knew he was staying in another hotel room from the anime. I have nowhere else to stay anyway and it's not I can escape even if I wanted to.
The interior backed up my theory of this being the same hotel that Ryuzaki was in. It looked almost exactly the same, minus all the computers and monitors. It was also much cleaner. A sent wafted through the air. It was faint but it smelled like-
"Hello Rene-chan."
-strawberries.
"Hello... Ryuzaki." I let my frustration seep out into my voice. I could feel my fists tightly clenched by my side.
"I see you are wear the clothes I got you. They do look very nice if I may say so."
I was this close, THIS CLOSE, to punching him right there and then. Somehow I managed to restrain myself; my nails dug into the palms of my hands almost puncturing the skin and I was breaking heavily to control my anger.
What I was wearing was the most vile clothes I could have ever imagined! I wanted to BURN them! Burn them out of existence!
I was wearing a bright pink and purple frillytop with thin straps to hold it up. Along with a short dark pink pencil SKIRT.
I want to either die or kill someone. Preferably HIM!
"I swear to God, Ryuzaki, that if you don't get me decent clothes in the next five minutes I am going to break something in this room. You better pray what I break isn't a bone in your body."
"Rene-chan, I don't think you are in a position to threaten me right now." L said in his usual voice, seemingly unfazed by my threat.
"Four minutes." I hissed.
"Now please calm down, you are very much overreacting. I think it looks rather fetching on you."
I started taking steps towards him; circling him like a shark does its food. My eyes never even blinked. "One minute."
"I believe you may be counting wrong." He started to slowly move away from me.
"Times u-" He made a dash to the door but I followed in hot pursuit. He was more agile than I remembered and he managed to slip past me, narrowly avoiding my grip. As soon as he got through the door he locked it to make sure I could not continue the chase.
I pounded at the door, shouting for him to let me out and stop being a coward. I managed to release some of my frustration on the poor innocent door.
Realizing defeat I sulked frustratedly back to what I assumed to be my bedroom, very annoyed that I had let my pray slip away from right under my nose.
I opened the door and my line of sight rose to my bed. Okay, my eyes may or may not have sparkled at that one particular moment.
There on the bed was the most perfect set of clothes I had ever laid eyes upon. A beautiful leather jacket that seemed to shine even in the dim light. Stunning black, bootleg leather trousers. A skin tight black top with a red skull and crossbones design on the front. Even a pair of black and red converses to complete the outfit. It was a sight to behold. Right next to the clothes lay a letter. I opened it up and read the contents.
'Just in case you prefer a different style of clothing.
Ryuzaki'
...
God damn it he knew! He let us ask like an idiot so we have to apologise! He made us wear this monstrosity for NOTHING!
He still got us the clothes, so we are going to have to thank him as well as apologise. That crafty bugger got us good.
Thus starts my new life with an annoying pet Shinigami and the painfully smart always-one-step-ahead-detective. I really need to stop complimenting him in my insults...
(A.N So this begins the main bulk of the story - hopefully - can't wait to start writing :3 type to you soon guys!)
