Chapter forty-eight- Midnight memories: part two.
Misa and L walked hand in hand. They were venturing deep into a thick forrest. Trees seemingly popped up randomly from the ground, almost tripping them every few steps.
They'd been treading down the path when it had all of a sudden started turning into a greenery trail. It was almost if had changed, but L already knew that it only seemed that way because neither of them had ever been there. Or, at least, not when they remembered anyway.
The wind rustled through the trees, shaking the leaves. Creaks could be heard as the wood life continued on around them without a single care. The crunches in the leaves were getting closer, yet Misa seemed not to be able to hear them, though to L, it was almost as if they were being whispered into his ear.
"Misa, stick close to me," he commanded, pulling the girl in question behind him. There was something strange about his tone. It was concerned and firm and... brave.
Instead of questioning him like she normally would, she used his tone to deduce that something was indeed off about their surroundings. "What's wrong?" She asked quietly.
L shook his head and forced a confident smile to his face. No need to worry Misa any further than she already was."Nothing. Don't worry about it," he said. He still warned himself to keep on the guard.
Misa wasn't so sure that he was telling the truth. The crunching was getting louder and now even Misa could hear it. Her fears started to get the best of her. Replays of all those old horror movies she used to watch played through her mind. Goosebumps ran down her arms and she blanched.
L better try not to kiss me! She raged inwardly. She realized the probability of him trying to do so. It was freakishly high.
The boy in question caught sight of Misa's pale face from the corner of his eye, deducing her amount of knowledge. He froze in place and turned around. "Misa, there's someone following us," he murmured calmly. Hearing those words from his lips made her think her worst nightmares were about to become her reality. He continued softly, "Get behind me. And. Stay. Behind. Me."
She looked like she wanted to argue, but he had already moved in front of her protectively. A few more rustles moved around the trees and more footsteps followed. Misa's stomach dropped at the anticipation. She saw L's fists clench unconsciously. He had a concentrated look on his face.
Her fear started to slowly melt away when she noticed the determined look in his eye. He looked just about ready to try to defend her from anything. She even started to get confident that be could do just that.
The figure emerged and immediately took a startled step back before recovering. "Master L, Mistress, just what are you doing wondering around these percarious woods?" Watari asked the equally surprised couple.
Watari barely had time to defend himself before Misa stepped forward and flung her arms around the unsuspecting, older detective. The corner of L's mouth twitched in amusement.
Misa pulled away slightly to say, "We didn't know where you were! And then I got really scared because you left me alone with that pervert and I knew you'd never do that unless you had a good reason. So, where'd you go anyway?"
Watari gave himself a moment to inwardly chuckle at r the pervert statement. L was clearly less amused, this being made clear from the slight frown that took over his face.
"I was... getting gas for the car. It seems we have run out."
L's frown only deepened. "That's not a good thing,"he muttered.
The old butler/detective smiled kindly at his surrogate child. "Yes well, fear not, young master. I have gotten us some more. We shall be sailing down the coast in no time."
Misa just had to know. "Watari, you seem to remember what happened last night. Am I right in saying this?"
"Yes, madam," he replied softly.
"Then what the heck, man?! Why are you keeping it to yourself? It's almost as if you don't want us to remember. If I slept with that idiot, I'll never forgive myself..." she cried. Watari just looked confused now.
L could've smiled at that. "I think what she means to say is 'what happened last night?' Why don't we remember anything?" He chipped in.
"I think alcohol may have been present. Nothing happened like that, however, Miss. I'm afraid that there was a moment when you started, as you kids say today, 'table dancing' for the young master, Miss."
She groaned as L shamelessly cracked a smile. "Misa, I believe I told you you did just so. What have you to say for yourself?" He reminded her.
The young model slumped over and glare at him. "I still plead 'no contest,'" She grumbled as he smirked snarkily.
"What about the blanket?'" She wondered aloud. "There was one draped over L and I when we woke up."
"Yes, I put it there. I always keep a spare just in case," he assured her.
L walked over to his surrogate father and whispered into his ear just loud enough for Misa to hear, "Please tell me you got a copy of the table dancing tape."
The blonde crossed her arms and stomped. "I can hear you, you know?!" She shouted at both of them. They both shot her a weird look before returning back to their conversation.
"Yes, Master, I managed to secure a copy for you. I sent it to your computer ahead of you. The file is already there, waiting for you to open it."
"Hm, that's perfect. I knew I'd wish to see her performance again."
Misa groaned once more before throwing her hands up into the air. Perverts...
