Seeing Is Believing Chapter XII: Blackout
A/N: Big thanks for BAYALE and her reviews, and everyone else's. They're great to add to my motivation scale. To make up for the depressing streak of short chapters, this one is pretty good, taking out on 1700 words approximately.
Kayla's P.O.V -
I woke the next week with a sharp bump thanks to the small table next to my bed, much to my irritation and my scalp. "Agh, Jesus. ." I muttered under my breath as I blinked my eyes open and shuffled back into my normal position. But another streak of lightning to my eardrums confirmed I wasn't going anywhere in going back to sleep. I exhaled hard in my irony and sat up. Kai jumped up on my lap and purred. I mustered enough joy to lightly smile at the kitten and pet him gently. I flashed a glance at Cassandra's bed, but she was still sleeping. I cocked my head back at my clock. It read 6:23 AM. I rolled my eyes.
After a momentary bout of laziness as I stroked Kai's fur, I picked up the scrawny pet and let him down on the fur as I stretched and shifted my legs and landed on the floor as I stood up. I yawned as my arms drifted down to my side as I moved slowly to my drawer and to my shock, there was nothing to wear. I muttered something inaudible under my breath before looking back at my hamper. Sure enough, it was filled to the brim. I sighed before putting my slippers on, and tugged that thing to the door, using my free hand to turn the knob open and push the door open on a 180. Then I went back to using both hands to lug the heavy hamper down the hall.
As if I was being mocked for my work, Ryuzaki gave me a look. "Kayla-san, what are you doing?" He questioned with mixing a cup of tea. I gave him 'I-don't-want-be-bothered' look in the eyes as I spoke. "Doing the laundry. What floor is it?" I exhaled. He didn't seemed that daunted by the stern pitch in my voice. "The 19th." He answered before reverting back to his original personality, and that was ignoring me. I rolled my eyes behind his back before shuffling to the door and opening it, before walking away to the elevator.
Aside from the strange looks from other tenants in the elevator, there wasn't much in my way, but with the mood I was in, I would've tackled anyone in my route like a football player. The rain in the laundry room could be heard pelting the window to the point where you could barely see out. As I tossed the clothes inside, I twiddled my thumbs while waiting for them to be done. I used some contemporary fabric softener from the hotel staff to wash the clothes. However, I would learn that my bad morning would turn out to be a worse one in a split second.
Once my washer was finally finished after fifteen minutes that felt like an eternity, the lights flashed and then blinked out, including the washer itself. My right eye twitched. I hoped inside it was just a power surge from the bad weather. But as it turned out, it wasn't. I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs, but I held it in the best I could. I kept telling myself to get back to Ryuzaki's room, but then it hit me I didn't know what floor it was from being cooped up in the hotel for the past week.
Ready to go a rampage, I tried my best to get out of the pitch-black room, but even that was nearly impossible for me without tripping over nearly everything under my feet. Once I came to the door I exhaled, trying to quell my anger, but even then that was extremely difficult. I turned the knob to the door and walked out, feeling my way through the hallway before bumping my side into a table. That was the last straw. I clenched my teeth together. "I'm. . going. . To kill. . Ryuzaki. ." I muttered to myself, blaming him for telling me the floor of the laundry room and for most of my fumbles.
"Why is that?" Rang an unexpected voice behind me. I shuffled to at least see him. "Light? Why the hell are you down here?" I asked him, still angry as ever. He cocked his head at me and flashed his flashlight. "Ryuzaki sent me down here to get you." He told me. A simple, logical explanation. It seemed too perfect. I rolled my eyes. "Fine, fine. But please tell me I WON'T have to deal with him before I calm down." I answered. He smiled. "I promise." He proclaimed, and it was enough for me as he led me to the stairs. "What has his floor again?" He asked, turning to me on the third step.
"I have no idea. You don't know?" My mouth itched to scream so bad it hurt. He shrugged. "I usually come in with my father, so it's not important to remember." He explained. My right eye twitched this time around. "Well then, do you know how to contact him?" I scrolled down the list. "The hotel phone is out, and I don't believe he has a cell." Now I knew he was lying. But for what reason? "Yippie-kai-yay. Just what we need. ." I muttered. He laughed again. "He'll call soon, I'm sure of it." I sighed. "So what now? I don't think hanging by the stairs is going to do much." He eyed me. "There's not much we can do until the power's back on, but now that I think of it he usually gets a room by the roof, so we can start there." He answered.
And as if god finally shined real light on our situation, the door on the next level crawled open. I breathed a sigh of relief to know it was Ryuzaki, as painstakingly mad as I was at the detective for leaving us in a blackout without coming himself. "The hotel's generator should become active in a few minutes." He told us as we walked over to him. Light nodded, but I was too occupied with planning my revenge to do so.
Once the lights flickered on and I was back in my room, Cassandra was still wide awake. I explained to her what happened in the last two hours. "Wow. . Really?" She asked, her eyes wide. "Damn right." I told her, before sitting on my bed, finally calming down. "Watari is getting our clothes, though." I added. I considered that to be Ryuzaki's apology of sorts, but we both knew that I wasn't done with him yet.
In the dead of midnight that night, I had peered out from my door and saw Ryuzaki genuinely sleeping in his same position. I have a nod back at Cassandra, who was holding a black sharpie marker. He were smiling away at each other, knowing revenge was near. We crept out on the loose floorboards as to not make a sound, but Cassandra kept without line of me. I was surprised to see that the panda didn't wake up from her fumbles.
Once we were in position, Cassandra gave me a spare marker. We were grinning to ourselves as we took the caps off. "What should we write?" I whispered back at her. "Anything humiliating." She answered. I nodded devilishly before shifting back. And just like that, L's face became our little canvas. Once we were done, we rushed back to our room, giggling to ourselves, not thinking of the consequences.
The next day, I was probably in one of the best moods since I got sucked into this place, but for all of the wrong reasons. Nevertheless, I got up smiling at myself and at Kai until it faded as I got my newly washed clothes on and stepped out of the room, coming into a predicted scene. "Where is Ryuzaki?" I had asked Watari. "Ryuzaki is currently in the shower due to the fact someone decided to. . Draw on his face with a permanent marker." He explained. I nodded, my expression blank as I crept into the hallway, only to be left with the glare of a certain person.
Even with his bleak, black eyes you could tell he wasn't all too happy under his washed hair that was just barely covering must of his wrathful eyes. "I want you to go to your room." He told me. I crossed my arms. "I'm not a child." I retorted. "If you don't want to be treated like a child, then don't act like one." He repeated. I huffed before taking a turn for my room.
Cassandra was waiting for me. "Burned." She laughed. I glared at her. "You did it too." I told her. "It was your idea." She clammered. I sighed. I gasped out of the blue as I rushed to the bathroom. Cassandra followed. "What is it now?" She asked. "Misa Amane. Isn't she supposed to be-" I questioned. Cassandra giggled. "I wanted to mention that she's been taken into custody." She informed me. "Is that so. ." I muttered.
Later that day, I had managed to get permission to get outside of my room. I walked out with a smile as I trotted to get some food for myself and Cassandra. I gave a look into the meeting room, before being swatted away with barely more then two words of an explanation by Ryuzaki. I must've gotten on his bad side. But nevertheless I could've cared less.