Thank you for all the constructive criticism, I have taken everything into account. To be honest I had to rewrite this chapter a few times because I wasn't happy with how it played out, but here I am. I hope you guys enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of the characters in it, accept the OC and some other OC characters.
Chapter 14
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The elevator doors opened on the top floor and Suki shakily made her way down the hallway, she stumbled and giggled a bit as she struggled. Finally reaching her door and then realizing that she hadn't grabbed her key-card before leaving.
"Ugh." she leaned her back against the door then slid down into a sitting position, "Ryuzaki..." she whispered under her breath and knocked lightly on the door.
No answer. "Ryuzaki!" she shouted frustrated, now banging the door with her fist. The suite door flew open and the brunette fell backwards since she had still been leaning against the door. She giggled lightly.
The raven haired detective looked down at his partner in shock as she remained laying there on the floor.
"Aren'choo gonna help me up?" she questioned, sticking her arms up towards the detective. He hesitantly helped the female up who then seemed to be having trouble keeping herself up.
"Woaaah!" Ryuzaki cried out as Suki fell to the floor once again, but then brought him along with her, both landed in a heap of messy hair and limps. The female giggled beneath him.
"L...stop tryna' jump me..." she said, giggling some more.
"Are...are you drunk?" the male detective finally took note of the state she was in, her cheeks flushed, eyes glossed over, lips red and the smell of liquor on her breath.
She bit her lip slightly, "Define drunk." she whispered in a low voice and the male lifted himself off her and took a crouching position beside her.
"Sinclair." he looked at her sternly.
"L." She looked up at him and smiled brightly, still making no effort to get up from her position on the floor.
Ryuzaki sighed heavily.
"Okay, I am what the kids call it..." she began, then paused for emphasis, "...hebereke."
"You're drunk." the male detective concluded, recognizing the Japanese slang.
"Aah, yocchatta." she finally admitted, sighing slightly.
L felt his insides begin to boil, it was four in the morning and he hadn't heard from her in hours! He had called her cellphone so many times he had lost count! He thought something had happened to her, but no, she was out drinking herself dumb while he panicked in seventeen different languages! There were so many things he had to say to her right then and there, but quite frankly it wasn't the time for that and besides, she wouldn't remember any of it in the morning.
L got up from his crouching position, then scooped his partner up from the floor bridal style and carried her to her room. He placed her on the edge of her bed and crouched down in front of her. The brunette watched him as he began to loosen the laces on her shoes, the outside lights lit up the room through the large windows.
"L..." she whispered and he grunted to show she had gotten his attention, "Why did you kiss me?" the detective froze, taken aback by her sudden inquiry, but quickly recovered and moved on to her next shoe.
"I think it's obvious..." he began, but stopped and thought about it, if he told her now there would still be a slight chance that she would remember in the morning, "...I'm attracted to you." he stated simply, deciding to rather be honest.
"Okay." she said simply, accepting his simple explanation. They both remained silent after that, L placing both her shoes next to the bed and then guided her to lay down on her bed, "That was my first kiss, you know?" she looked up at him sadly and he felt a pain shoot through his chest.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know." he apologized, genuinely sorry. Admittedly he was shocked at this piece of information, he had of course just assumed.
"It's okay...I'm not apologizing for slapping you." the female giggled, yawning slightly. Ryuzaki smiled down at her sadly, patting down her bangs.
"You should get some sleep." the female grunted in agreement and turned around on her side. The detective finally took note of the jacket she was wearing, it was a green army style jacket, that had all these recreational badges stitched onto it and across the back was written in Japanese...Shota Tsukasa. A now common pang shot through the detective's body.
This was not Sinclair's jacket.
. . .
Sinclair felt the blinding light of the morning sun melt her brain, "Urg..." the female quickly retreated under the covers, but then realized that she had to use the bathroom really badly and rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. She stood up straight, which seemed to be a mistake as she felt a huge wave of nausea over power her entire body.
"Shit." She fell to her knees and heaved the contents of stomach into the toilet. Wave after wave of nausea swept through her body again and again until her stomach cramped and there was nothing left. The brunette flushed the toilet and dragged along to the sink and shakily rinsed her mouth and splashed her face with water. She then ran herself a bath, undressed and got into the steaming bath tub.
Sinclair sighed, allowing the steam to soothe her senses. She thought back to the previous night, what happened? She was familiar with the hung over feeling she was currently experiencing, but the events leading up to the present were unclear.
"Fuck." the female submerged herself completely in the steaming water.
. . .
The raven haired detective found himself in the kitchen by the time his hung over partner decided to finally leave her room and she herself was drawn in by the delicious smell of a welcoming meal. Suki walked in on the detective at the stove cooking breakfast. Admittedly the brunette was slightly taken aback by the strange image of the world renowned detective preparing bacon and scrambled eggs over a hot stove.
"Good morning." Suki greeted, but the detective remained focused on his task at hand, ignoring the brunette completely. The lady hesitantly took a seat at the kitchen island and watched as her partner placed the bacon and eggs on a plate with a slice of toast and then placed the plate of food in front of her, "I'm not hungry." she claimed, the detective gave her a look of concern.
"Yes you are." he insisted and handed her a knife and fork. Suki hesitantly started picking at her plate, having a bite here and there, but not fully finding her appetite. Ryuzaki watched her closely as she put the eating utensils down and leaned onto the counter with her head in her hands. The detective, sensing something was up, made his way around the counter and to her side. He gently took hold of her wrists and guided her to face him and then placed a hand on her forehead then down to her cheek and then a hold of her chin, gently turned her head to the one side and then to the other. Sinclair felt her breath hitch and this did not go unnoticed by the detective, who's heart seemed to have just completed a marathon.
"Any pain?" the detective questioned after inspection.
"Just a massive headache." she explained, guiding her partners hands away from her face, who then made his way around the counter yet again to retrieve a bottle of Aspirin and a ready mug of coffee.
"Here." he held out the mug of coffee and a single white tablet to the brunette.
"Thanks." she thanked him, accepting both items and quickly downed the tablet in one gulp. The male detective then took a seat next to his partner, watching her carefully as she continued to sip on her coffee.
"Where were you last night?" he questioned in a scarily calm voice.
"And so it begins." the female commented sarcastically, not looking up from her mug.
"Sinclair." his voice hardened, not amused at all.
"I was out." she said simply, smirking slightly.
"Where? With who? Do you have any idea for how long were you gone!?" he continued his stream of questions, unintentionally raising his voice. Suki put her mug down with a loud clunk, then inhaled and exhaled deeply before turning in her seat to face the male detective.
"L, first of all," she began, holding up a single digit, "...I am a grown adult who quite frankly can do whatever the fuck she pleases..." she held up a second digit, "...secondly, it's non of your concern where I go or with who I go with." she finished off, turning back in her seat and picking up her mug of coffee again. After that there was this long icy silence that fell over both of them, but neither one left their seat. Then finally the male detective spoke up.
"You're irresponsible and reckless. Something could have happened to you. I can't believe you were so selfish, if you die this entire investigation suffers a loss!" Ryuzaki let out all the frustrations from the previous night. The worry, dread, anger and disappointment. Initially he had blamed himself for the actions that had taken place, but the more he thought about it the more he realized that Sinclair was responsible for her own actions.
"Don't start with this bullshit L!" Sinclair retaliated, enraged by the detective's claims.
"You came waltzing in at four in the morning, stupid drunk, and I'm the one starting bullshit when I had to practically nurse you to sleep?"
"I didn't ask for your help and quite frankly I don't want it either!"
"If it weren't for me you'd be on the streets completely unprotected and still chasing false leads!" L had had enough. He was fed up with Sinclair's shitty ungrateful attitude and her tactless sarcastic comments. Enough was enough.
Sinclair opened her mouth to fight back, but closed it again and huffed frustrated, all the blood rushing to her face. She glared dangerously at the male detective, but it quickly softened.
"You're...right." she said sadly, shocking L completely, "I'm...I'm really sorry L." she apologized, turning away from the fellow detective, slightly ashamed at the realization that her actions could have cost Sinclair her life.
L sighed heavily. Just like that he was no longer angry or even disappointed. He had a hunch as to why his mood had quickly shifted from wanting to commit homicide and then wanting nothing more then to protect and comfort, but his pride wouldn't allow him to admit it to himself.
"Sinclair..."He began, empathizing with his partner, "...just, don't die or anything." he requested flatly and the female looked at him with a face that said what-the-fuck? and he poked her playfully in the ribs, smirking slightly, "I mean, it would be a shame...I guess." he continued, shrugging slightly.
"Screw you." she chuckled slightly, finding amusement in his feeble attempts at breaking the tension.
"I wish." he commented in a low voice, sending a shiver down the lady's spine which confused even herself.
I wonder what Sinclair got up to? Find out in the next chapter!