DISCLAIMER: swim4life4ever does NOT own Death Note. I do, however, have the inability to swim long course meters.... I'll stick with short course, thanks.
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Wow, no update in awhile.... Well to those of you who actually read the authors notes I finished my research paper and am now in the final stretch of school for the year. That's right, all review and little to no homework. Guess who can actually update now?
Kaori's PoV
We rode in the dim car, the only lights coming from the passing streetlights. Misa was talking to Light about nothing in particular, Light was pretending to be interested, and Ryuzaki was staring out the window. Suddenly, Watari handed back a large bag to Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki pulled out several items, handing certain ones to each of us.
"I'd like each of us to have an ear piece. It's a skin tone color, thus it won't be noticeable." I placed the small device into my ear, ignoring the slight crackling sound it was making. Next, Ryuzaki handed each of us a tiny cap of sorts. "This goes over your right back molar, sized perfectly for each of you. It'll act as a microphone. Anything any of us say from now until the end of the party is audible to everyone in this car." I nodded, opening my mouth to fit the cap onto my tooth. Then, Ryuzaki looked at me. "And everyone be careful."
After about a thirty minute ride, we reached the front of the familiar building. It looked larger, grander now.
Despite this, I entered with the idea of going into a war zone.
Except instead of battle armor, I'm wearing a cocktail dress.
Fantastic.
Watari opened the door for us and I stepped out of the car, my heels clicking onto the sidewalk. Misa clung to Light's arm and I felt Ryuzaki snake his arm around my waist. I jumped.
"For show, Kaori-san." Ryuzaki whispered into my ear, making goosebumps rise. I opened my mouth to protest but decided it wasn't worth it.
Besides, I was a little chilly.
The door greeter smiled brightly at us as we walked in, the lobby turned into a grande entrance. The man ushered us to where the party was being hosted and we entered a large ballroom, all of the women wearing lavish evening dresses and the men wearing suits. I shuffled my feet uncomfortably. This was something I'm not used to. It's not to late to leave, right?
Sensing my hesitation, Ryuzaki squeezed my waist slightly.
It was almost like we were really a couple.
Except.... we aren't.
Nor were we ever.... or were we?
I shook my head. Now was not the time to dwell on such topics. I can't risk an explosion right now. That'd be pretty bad.
"Welcome!" a man boomed as we entered. I examined the man's face and recognized him.
Higuchi.
Anger in me boiled. Him, Kira. The man who killed my father, the soulless person who killed. My jaw clenched.
Misa hopped over to him, leaving Light on his own.
"Ah, Higuchi-kun! This is my brother, Light-niisan and my two friends, Ryuzaki-kun and Kaori-chan!" The many looked us over, nodding his head in approval at Light and I and snorting in dislike at Ryuzaki, sensing dressing up was not in his nature. Not even five minutes in, Ryuzaki had begun to undo his tie, claiming it was 'choking' him. I glared at Higuchi, my disdain increasing.
"Something wrong?" I sneered. Higuchi seemed taken back and Misa, Light, and Ryuzaki all turned to look at me.
"N-no. Nothing at all." Higuchi stammered, surprised. Apparently, I was giving off a pretty dangerous aura. Oops.
"Now, feel free to mingle amongst everyone." Higuchi said, placing his arm around Misa and walking her around the room, showing her off to anyone who would glance his way. Light looked slightly pained. I gave him a sympathetic half-smile as to which he shrugged.
I undid myself from Ryuzaki and started walking off to where they were serving drinks. I felt him grab my wrist.
"No." he said sternly, looking straight at me. My jaw dropped slightly.
"Ryuzaki, I'm twenty-five, I'm allowed a few drinks, no?" I hissed under my breath.
"Not now, no." Ryuzaki replied cheekily. I glared at him, angry. He sighed and put his hands on my shoulders. "And calm down." I turned away from him, sending his arms off of me and walked towards the bar, ordering myself a martini. Ryuzaki looked awestruck. I saw a tall, broad shouldered man walk up to the bar, standing to the side that would not obscure me from Ryuzaki's view. I glanced at Ryuzaki and smirked slightly. Might as well have some fun.
L's PoV
As she stalked off to the bar, I stared at her. Would she really disobey me like that? I suppose so...
Suddenly, a figure tall man stepped to her side, ordering something for himself. Kaori glanced at me and smirked, and fixated her gaze upon the man.
He was very tall, muscular. He had shaggy brown hair and a defined face, rugged.
The complete opposite of myself.
My fists started clenching and unclenching, my toes wiggling in my shoes. Good lord I hate shoes.
She smiled brightly at him, laughing at some lame joke he told her. Was I really going to lose to this guy? Of course not.
I strutted over to the two, standing to Kaori's side.
"Umm, may I help you?" the man said, his voice deep. I started to sniff him slightly.
"Kaori-san, how can you stand being around him? He has a very strong smell to him. Cologne.... maybe quite a bit too much." I replied, looking him over.
"What the hell, man?" The man shouted, drawing attention to us.
"Umm, Ryuzaki, I think you need to back off." It was a command from Kaori, who looked enraged. I was quite pleased with myself.
"Very well then, come on Kaori-san." I said, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the man. Once we were far enough away, I spun her to look at me, her drink still in her hand.
"What the hell!" she shouted, snapping her hand out of mine.
"You may or may not have realized this, Kaori-san," I leaned down and whispered into her ear. "We are exactly the same in the sense that we hate to lose." I saw the goosebumps on her neck rise, turning pink. I smirked, getting the reaction I wanted. Lightly, I pressed my lips lightly to her neck, enjoying the feeling of its warmth, causing her to gasp slightly.
Suddenly, she jumped back, glaring at me.
And then my whole face was wet.
"Learn some fucking social grace!" she proclaimed, stomping off, but not before she threw her now empty glass at me.
DONE!