Author's note: OOOH! I suppose I have to make a disclaimer for this chapter.
ps. did you notice that all the songs I used were made in 2004??? I did my homework ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own "Get Low","Bad Boy","If I ain't Got You", or "Numb." While I am at it, I do not own Deathnote or any of it's characters. There, all done! Enjoy!
I sat up in the bed,
"You made a deal with L? What was it?"
"Oh, I don't think you'll have any objections to it," Misa said connately. "Now let's get going. Here, I will go pick out your outfit while you stay here, that way you can relax for a few minutes." She zoomed off to my closet, while I plopped back down into my pillow. Almost instantly, she came back with a metallic silver dress that I had bought with the intention of wearing it in the future, as in my age-future. I groaned and knew there was no way of getting out of this; Misa was like a dog that had found a bone- she was not going to let me not wear that dress.
I slipped on the dress, and it reminded me why I liked it; its V-neck halter straps gave me a nice figure. I had hoped to wear this dress when I was going on a date with someone. I looked at my reflection in my bathroom mirror, the dress looked nice, but my face looked like I was stoned.
"Hey Misa, I'm sorry to always use your stuff, but do you think I could use some of your makeup? I don't know if this is necessarily true but, I always thought you were supposed to look trashed after coming out of the club, not before going in it."
"Sure!" Misa ran into the bathroom carrying a large bag, she dropped it onto my sink counter, and I peered inside. I could see a large variety of colors of different makeup, and a vast amount of hair products. I tenderly grabbed some eyeliner, and then I felt Misa grab my hair. I looked into the mirror to see that she was flat ironing my hair.
"You see, even though your hair is naturally straight, the ends flip out a little. So I'm straightening them out, it'll look very surreal and futuristic." Misa sounded so professional; I actually had to remind myself that this was the girl who usually wore pigtails.
"Hey Misa, why on Earth do you have a flat iron? You have abnormally straight hair; I can't imagine that you'd ever need it." She was already half way through my hair, normally if I ever straighten my hair, it takes forever.
"Being in the movie business, you have to have every single hair product. It's necessary! Alright I'm finished, you look stellar, Tara!" she turned me around and look at my face. "Is that all the makeup you're wearing? Not that you don't look good, but it is not exactly party-like. It should be more exciting, not just beautiful. Here, lose your eyes."
I did as she told me to, and felt something flicked on my face and body.
"What did you put on me?" I asked when it felt like she was done.
"Body glitter, open your eyes and look, it's quite wild. Now I think you're ready for the club." I glanced at myself in the mirror before running out the door. I looked pretty futuristic with my skin sparkling and my hair looking jagged. Then Misa called for me and I dashed out the door to keep up with her.
"Wait! I need to get shoes!" I called after her, I grabbed the pair of silver high-heels that I had bought to match my dress. I fell onto the bed just trying to put them on. After trying them out to make sure I could successfully maneuver around in them, I ran as fast I as could to Misa. I made it down the stairs, and I finally caught up with Misa on her own floor.
"So what was the deal that you made with L? And why do you say that I might like the conditions?"
"You'll see in a few seconds, in fact I think you might thank me for this." I had a sneaking suspicion about what the conditions were. Instead of ruining the surprise, I continued down the stairs without saying anything.
Finally, we reached the bottom where Light and L were standing; apparently waiting for us.
"Nice to see that you will be joining us, Tara," Light said. "I wasn't expecting you to wake up happily." Light was wearing a pale blue dress shirt and some jeans, seeing him I felt a little over dressed.
"What are you doing here? I don't think they will let you into the club, what are you 16?"
"Very funny, in case you are wondering, I happen to be 19. I did go to college after all. Well I must say, you two look very lovely tonight." Misa ran over to Light and flung her arms around him once again.
"Thank you, Light!" then she swung around keeping one arm across Light's shoulders. "Doesn't Tara look fantastic? I completely picked out her outfit, did her hair, and put a little makeup on her. I doubt she would be this fabulous if I hadn't done so."
"Way to put it bluntly, Misa," I said in my sarcastic voice. I looked over at L, who was slouching behind the 'happy couple.' "Hey, what ARE you doing here anyways?"
"I thought it would be obvious; I will be joining you three on the night-out." Misa grinned happily, and winked over at me. So I was right, those were the conditions, I don't know when she is going to get that ridiculous idea out of her head.
"Happy, happy, joy, joy," I recited from a James Patterson novel I had read when I was young. While I was growing up, I often read a lot of mystery novels, perhaps a little too often.
"Well, I hate to be the over-excited one, but I really can't wait until we get there. So can we start leaving? It's only twelve o' clock, but there is no harm in getting there early is there?" I agreed with him, so we started making our way over to the elevator. This reminded me of our transportation getup.
"L, what car are we taking? Please don't let it be the limousine, that will attract too much attention for a club that isn't even that famous. Don't you have some kind of snazzy SUV or something? Or even a sports car?"
"There is a very large range of vehicles to choose from, how about you just wait until we get down to the basement, and you can choose one." The doors opened to show a very large garage filled with cars of all kind.
There were red sport cars, black minivans, a large range of SUV's, and even a beat-up old hoopty. There were an infinite number of great possibilities, it was quite overwhelming. Why do I feel like some super agent picking out the perfect vehicle? Then the sad answer came to me; because I am one. I pondered on a deciding on a particularly average-looking Mercedes Benz.
"Why don't we go with this one, doesn't everybody have one of them nowadays?" I pointed at my black Mercedes. Light scoffed at my choice.
"Sure, everybody who gets mugged or killed, I say we go Need for Speed and go with the red Corvette, the convertible one."
"Are you crazy?" I asked in disbelief. "How does that NOT attract attention? The black Mercedes is a much safer choice to go with. How about this; we go with my car tonight and if we survive, then I'll permit us using the Corvette next time. Does that sound fair?" Light looked slightly perturbed, but then he nodded.
"Sure, but you realize that you yourself are guaranteeing that we will go out clubbing again?"
"Yah, but there is no guarantee that we will make it through the night, so I think the odds are fair." I winked at him. Then I turned to L, who was standing next to Misa.
"The keys, please?" I extended my hand and held out my palm.
"I am not letting you drive. If you were, we surely would die. I will drive everyone there, and drive everyone back." I frowned, but got into the passenger seat of the car.
"Oh, why do I have to sit in the back? I came up with the idea of going clubbing in the first place!" Misa whined as she walked to the backseat of the car. I put my head out of the window and whispered to her.
"I thought you would want to sit back there with Light, where L could sit in between you two." Misa made a giant smile to this new realization, and then quickly climbed in the back of the car. Then I heard Light sit down in the back of the car, L drove out of the garage via a ramp.
The bright lights of the city flashed before my eyes as we drove down the streets. I saw people on the streets peddling strange things, and people coming out of the doors from shopping outlets. I noted the pimped out cars of self-proclaimed gangsters, and I could see down a dark corner where some poor person was being beat up. I thought about yelling to stop the car, and run out and help the victim, but I didn't. No matter what I do, there are always going to be criminals and villains and suffering. The whole reason I joined Interpol was to have fun, and do something good for the world. But is it really making a difference? Perhaps Kira was onto something when he decided to start killing people. I shook my head of this thought and reminded myself that Kira/Light was no better than the villains he murdered.
There was conversation on the car ride there, but I decided to keep out of it, while I took in the sights of Japan at nighttime. After what seemed to be thirty minutes, we finally pulled up at a building that looked like it used to be a warehouse. Loud music was thumping from the club, and I could hear voices. A large neon sign flashed the words "The Club."
"'The Club?' That's the name of the club? How unoriginal." I scoffed. We went inside and I heard some techno song I didn't recognize. Apparently Misa did, because she was wriggling her body all over Light, just watching made me want to puke. I walked over to the bar and sat down at a stool.
"I'll take a coke, please," I ordered to the Bartender, who was clearly looking at Misa. I didn't like to drink so much alcohol, like most agents do. I prefer not to have any kind of weakness.
L came and sat down by me, I swiveled around to watch Misa and Light with him. He looked exactly as he would at home, except that he had the white vans that I had bought for him. I smiled to myself.
"So, I assume that you are not the dancing type? You won't go out there with Misa and Light?" L asked casually. A girl in the background stared at us; she looked pretty wasted in my opinion. I ignored her obvious glances.
"If I did, I would probably make a fool of myself, I happen to be the world's worst dancer. At all my high school dances, I would get so hyped up that I would do these ridiculous dances that I would always regret the following morning. I explained this to L, who only gave it a small smile. "So you see, I am not going to continue to make a complete imbecile of myself. Now, you can go dance if you want to, but I am going to stay here and enjoy my coke."
I swiveled around to pick up my coke, only to find that it wasn't there. As I was scolding the bartender, who still had his eyes fixed on Misa, the girl that was staring at us earlier approached L.
"Hi," she shouted weakly. "My name is Nana-chan, what's yours?" My coke finally came, as I sipped on it, I listened to Nana.
"Hello Nana-san, my name is Ryuzaki-san," He sounded really bored.
"So Ryuzaki-san, do you want to dance?" Nana blurted out.
"Not at all, how many drinks have you had, Nana-san?"
"Only a few, do you want to buy me one?"
"Not at all, now I am going to call you a taxi, you need to go home. You need to sleep off the alcohol intake." L pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Hello? Yes, I need a taxi for this location. Thank you, have a good night." Nana looked at him with slight disbelief.
"Thanks, I guess?" she finally said and stumbled towards the doors.
"So, I think you totally screwed up that chance." I said nondirectly to L.
"What are you talking about? Why on earth would I take advantage of a clearly intoxicated woman?" L asked with great shock.
"Well, who else are you going to dance with? Besides, she obviously liked you, so I don't think she would be too mad about you 'taking advantage' of her. I put that in quotes because I think you and I have different meanings of taking advantage of a person."
"Perhaps that is true," was all that L said in return. I took a giant sip of my coke and turned around to face the dance floor. We sat there for a long time, just talking and watching the other two. It was about an hour and a half when Misa and Light came over to us.
"Have you guys been sitting there the whole time? It's been what, two hours?" Misa asked. "Aren't you going to dance or something?" L and I shrugged. Misa ordered a strawberry daiquiri; of course, the Bartender finished her order right away.
"Well, you guys should at least come up with us at the next dance," Light asked us. Again, L and I shrugged, it was quite comical. I explained to Light about my terrible dancing memories and such. "Well take a look at those two over there," he pointed at two people that were making some bizarre movements. It then dawned on me that they were dancing together.
"Have they been doing that the whole time? How embarrassing!" I asked Light with great incredulity.
"Yah, so how about you guys come and join us when Misa finishes her drink?"
"Well I guess I will, how about you L?" L shrugged and finally nodded. "Great. Now should Misa be drinking? Isn't she a little…loose already?"
"I agree with Tara, if Misa drinks anymore, she might end up doing something wild," L spoke up this time. I decided to grab Misa from her drink and pull her over to us. "Hey, let's go dance, L and I are going to join you this time." Misa reluctantly agreed, and we set out to the middle of the floor.
The beginning beats of the next song started, I could almost recognize it. It was a rap song by 'Lil' Wayne.' I don't particularly like rap music, but the beginning of this song sounded alright.
To the windooooow
To the wall! (To the wall!)
The rest of the lyrics were so awkward that I started blushing while dancing with L. As soon L understood the lyrics as well, I could tell that he was starting to blush.
"Do people actually listen to this type of music?" L shouted over the music.
"More importantly, do people actually dance like that?" I asked him while pointing to Misa and Light. Their movements were so inappropriate that I could only describe them as 'getting low.' Whereas I was barely moving around with L, we slightly danced for the remainder of the song.
Remember the feelings, remember the day
My stone heart was breaking
My love ran away.
The new song was techno-like, and I think I recognized it. I didn't bother looking over to Light and Misa; it would only make me sick to my stomach. I focused on L's eyes and tried my best to dance without looking stupid. The chorus came out, and I decided that I liked it.
Be my bad boy, be my man.
Be my weekend lover
But don't be my friend.
It was very catchy, it made me dance faster with more savagery, it may have been my imagination, but L seemed to be a little more into it. I actually started smiling as I did this sort of shaking thing.
Eventually the song ended, and the DJ in the house took the microphone.
"Alright people, this wouldn't be a dance club if we didn't play a slow song!" the DJ shouted. The crowd cheered, including Misa and I even though I didn't realize that it would mean that I would have to slow dance with.
An Alicia Keys song started to play, I put my arms around L's neck, and he put his hands on my waist. We started to sway as Alicia Key's voice belted out a song about love and how it is priceless. It was a beautiful moment, and the whole time I spent it looking into L's eyes.
Some people want it all,
But I don't want nothing at all.
If I ain't got you baby,
If I aint got you
When the song ended and L and I broke apart, we didn't say anything but, I smiled slightly at him.
"You know, you two are really boring dancers. You did the same thing over and over for the while song," Misa yelled over to us. I just laughed at her.
I waited for the next song to start; it was a 'hard rock' song by Linkin Park. I leaned in close to L's ear; actually, it was closer to his chin because he was so tall.
"Do you know what song this is?" L shook his head. "It's called Numb, it's by Linkin Park, and all my friends love this song. In my opinion, I think that it's not their best song, but I wanted to hear your opinion."
"It's not so bad; your friends might be on to something here. I am not an expert, but the song seems to have a very good guitar part." He leaned down to whisper to me.
"It's not very hard, you know that? I can actually play it on my guitar."
"You can play the guitar? I did not know that."
"Well, I'm not so sure that you could consider me to be a great guitarist, I imagine I can only play a few simple songs." I laughed in his ear, maybe a little too hard.
We finally went home after a few more songs, overall. It wasn't such a bad night. I collapsed on my bed and went to sleep immediately, but before I drifted off into sub-consciousness, I thought about the girl that hit on L. I hoped that she got home alright, and I was glad that she didn't see me dancing with L.