The room smelt strongly of bleach and cleaner, almost to a choking point. I told myself that I was just playing it up too much, but my stomach mussels disagreed. This wasn't the first time I've had to do something like this, but it always made me nervous.

Probably because I believed in some kind of karmic force.

Luckily for me, I've aided Watari enough to make my face stoic. Since out of the two of us I was the only female, he left Misa's prep to me. She never fought me on anything, even as I changed her out of her clothes and wrapped her near-nude body in a cotton sheet before slipping her arms into the straightjacket to help keep her from hurting herself. The element of embarrassment was enough to get young girls to speak, I'd seen it before.

She also kept quiet as I strapped her up vertical to a cot, wrapping the belts around her and clicking them in place across her chest so she couldn't rock herself over. I know she didn't realize it now, but she'd thank me for it later.

The room was dead silent, another type of torment used to break someone because it's harder to focus on something during it if you have nothing to hold onto. Even as I walked across to Watari to report my readiness, my bare feet made barely any noise.

A small few taps on the shoulder in a predetermined order beforehand would start this afternoon's chain of events. I took my place beside Misa Amane as Watari turned on the camera sitting tall on a tripod. The laptop beside it is ready to scrabble our voices and I.P address, you know, just in case. Minutes drug on as I waited in anticipation for the orders.

"Watari, has she said anything?"

The voice came in through the laptop speakers, muffled by being computerized.

"Sorry, but nothing yet. She hasn't even complained about being restrained."

L ordered for visuals, and I could tell Watari was unsure about it. The audio on L's end cut off and I could only imagine the reaction and outrage the task force was having. Nonetheless, with the rare pollen found on the envelope sent from Osaka and a ticket stub for Nagano, there was no mistake that Misa was the second Kira and needed to be handled with kid gloves.

"Watari,"

The crackle of the L's altered voice rang once more.

"Take precautions, but do whatever you need to. Just make her talk."

"Yes. Understand."

Right away, I began to lift on Misa's cotton wrap, disinfecting a small area with rubbing alcohol while Watari prepared the injection. It was coined a "truth serum" by L back when I was first working with him, and while there is some truth in advertisement, I wouldn't be so quick to call it that. The serum was funded both by the CIA and M-9, which makes up a small portion of the Whammy's house fortune. The side effects were rough, burning through the veins after injection, but also spasms and throwing up.

I've only ever seen one person die from the shot.

I felt a presence beside me and I moved a tad over, giving Watari room to break the skin and plunge the needle into the thickest part of Misa's thigh. Even with the trickle of blood from the fresh hole, she said nothing or remarked anything, and at this point, it was becoming scary.

"I've prepared the next two days' doses, ." Watari informed me once we were standing in the hall together outside of Misa Amane's room.

"They need to stay at room temperature. No freezer, no heat. On day three, I'll be back with your weekly groceries and any messages from Ryuzaki. I'll be in touch, goodbye."

I listened to everything he had to say and sent him on his way with good wishes.

The next two days went by slow and miserable. Each morning after waking up I'd checked on Misa to change out her saline bag for a new one to keep her hydrated. After an hour of fluids, I bared her skin like before, cleaned the injection area, and shot her up with another day's dose of "truth serum", each five Mililiters more than the last one. Then, I sit on the cold metal floor to keep an eye on her for when the shaking and pain started.

Foolishly enough, the guilt was enough to disrupt my sleeping habits. Before this the second Kira wouldn't have thought twice of killing me, proven by the events at the Sakura TV station, so I reminded myself for the last time.

I felt my cell phone buzz on my hip and I pulled myself back on my feet to answer it outside. In my absence, Watari was calling for help with a load of groceries, entering the six-digit code to lock Misa's door.

There weren't too many paper bags, so the two of us got it inside in one trip. I made a mental note to check out their contents later but I was sure it would be great, Watari knew me well enough. I made my report to him about the last three days and Misa Amane's progress on the serum. Watari asked me to come along as he needed to check on things himself.

The room was filled with groans, louder than the last, but this was normal for the dosage she was on.

"...Please…"

It was the first time Misa had ever spoken in my present, and the pang of guilt filled my stomach with something fierce while Watari began to reach out to L with this crucial development.

"Ryuzaki, Amane is speaking."

"Visuals and audio now!"

I stepped out of the frame, hanging back by the door in case I'm needed.

"I can't take it anymore, kill me…"

Misa's plead for death grew louder and harder, turning into soft pleads quicker than I'm sure she anticipated since I've been withholding water and food for the time being. L began to question her through the laptop, with her still beseeching for the end of her life. The calmness she carried drained the pity I was carrying for her, what normal person doesn't cry after something after this?

"You can do it immediately, right?"

Before L could answer or anyone could react, Misa answered her question following by more pleads. Even bringing up the day her parents were murdered, a case that was a footnote in the Kira files I'd looked over before joining L and Watari.

The stirring of the air in front of me brought me back to life, watching Watari move quickly to cover the girl's mouth with the gag made to stop biting off her tongue.