Chapter 48

Setting in my hotel room in Indian style I run over the notes I had on my pad that Lucien had gotten for me just for this task, as I skim through my own thoughts and memories I have obtained since I woke up with Lucien in my room. The same night I had found out I had been in a coma for years. My brain seemed filled to its max and incoherent thoughts and images keep blazing through my mind. At enough of a rapid speed, I couldn't seem to catch most of them. I had thought it was because I haven't been getting proper sleep but I had slept for nearly the entirety of ten hours. I should be thinking more clearly now. But, my head just wouldn't stop. Standing I walk over to my shoulder bag and reach inside it for the second time since arriving at this hotel room. Pulling out a bottle of headache medicine I pour out a total of three. Before capping the bottle and placing it back into my bag. Grabbing my cup of coffee I had requested from room service. I pop the pills into my mouth before draining the contents of the delicious coffee-filled chocolate drink.

When Light gets here, I wonder if I should just tell him that I don't feel like going out for coffee and just have room service bring up a new pot? Then, what would we do here? Yes, we would have privacy but it would be harder for me to keep up the guise of Alessia, let alone the front of S. Slowly exhaling I look down at my empty cup before rubbing my eyes. I am really tired still. Sleepless nights, or rather weeks, must finally be catching up with me. And my throat. I move my hand from my eyes to touch my throat as if it would ease the burning sensation flaring as if it were a bonfire. Lucien's blood sated me longer than I was used to. Probably because I could tell just from the taste he isn't exactly human he's not actually kin but still not human either. It's possible he could be a mix of both. But, even the gift he had given me is wearing off. I noticed this when I was with the task force. Silently I had been glad I was acting mute because my words probably would have cracked from pain.

Setting my cup down I walk into the bedroom part of my suite, moving over to the closet so I may look inside. Before I even got this room, I had made a quick stop to pick up a few new outfits that would fit Alessia's tastes. I found my nose curling at the sight in front of me. Absolutely none of the outfits except for my own nighttime attire looked very comfortable. Deep down, I was missing my cream-colored overshirt, my red bikini, and tight black jean shorts. The persona I am forcing myself into covered more of herself than I would prefer. But that didn't mean I couldn't have a little fun with the outfits. Like the one, I wore last night. It was pretty awesome if I can say so myself. I had to find more sleeves and leggings like that outfit, I felt almost compelled to. If I have to wear clothes that cover most of my body, they will be necessary.

Reaching in I find a black tank top where the straps had to of been an inch if not more in width. The thread though which held the fabric together along with what little lace was to be found around the armholes and hem was a dark red. Smiling I toss the shirt to the bed before reaching into the closet again retrieving a black miniskirt that was cut in such a way it showed bits of the red under the fabric. Smiling to myself I grab a pair of matching black and red sleeves and thigh-high socks before snatching up the same shoes I had worn last night. Walking back to my bed I lay them out as they will look when I wear them before moving to the bathroom to shower.

Upon walking out of the bathroom with a soft towel clutched around me. My thoughts revolve around one thing mostly. Somehow I lost about an hour of time this morning and I can't even remember what happened in that blank time frame. Making me wonder if this amnesia wasn't actually from a death note and it somehow was getting worse. I am brought out of my silent thoughts from a knock at the door. Tilting my head I began to wonder if it was Lucien and nearly called out to the door before I notice the time on a clock resting upon the dresser between me and the bedroom door. 8 p.m. Shit, it could be Light. And if I call out I would end this game when it has barely even begun. Glancing at my clothes that were resting on my bed I begin to wonder if I have enough time to dress before getting the door. Another knock echoed through the hotel suite as if answering my own thoughts. Heaving a sigh I walk from my room still clutching the towel to me as I open the door to find Light standing in the hallway.

I watched as his eyes trail over my towel-covered form slowly as a smirk broke out on his face. His eyes lingering a little longer than necessary at where my hand was keeping the towel in place. "It seems you aren't ready yet." He spoke as I could tell he was finding it hard not to chuckle. Turning from the door I point to the sitting area of my hotel room before disappearing back into my bedroom.

*Light*

I would be lying to myself if I said I hadn't been surprised by the way Alessia had answered the door. The small, quiet girl that seemed only comfortable covering nearly every part of her skin in clothing had opened the door without much of a care in the world wearing only a small towel that barely even covered her. Shutting the door behind me I watch as her bedroom door closes so she could most likely get dressed. She wanted me to sit down and wait for her which only had me smiling more. Did I think she would almost be rather distracting? I must have been lying to myself. She is utterly and completely distracting. Apart of me wanted to just walk into her room even though I know it would only push her away. I wouldn't get her to do what I want if I go against her comfort zone too much.

Deciding to respect her wishes I set down on the couch looking at the coffee table. There was an empty pot of coffee, an empty cup, and her pad sitting neatly on the surface. Something smelled almost sweet though. Could it have been the smell of her body soap? It smelled almost like chocolate. Is there even such a thing as chocolate-scented body soap? Looking at the pot and cup I think back to last night. Every time she asked for coffee it was always either black coffee with an extra shot of caffeine or with cream and sugar. She, unlike Kira never once wanted chocolate or mocha put in her cup so the scent of chocolate couldn't be coming from her coffee items on the small table. Right?

I leaned forward to pick up her empty cup as if I was hoping to confirm my question as to if the scent of chocolate can or cannot be coming from her coffee items. When a small soft hand covered mine just before I could pick up the cup. Looking up I notice her soft green eyes were upon me as her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail leaving one side of her bangs down to curl around the left side of her lightly makeup dusted face. She gave me a smile attracting my attention to their gloss-covered sight. She then stood up straight before walking around the couch and grabbing her shoulder bag and pad. Picking up the coffee cup she sets it on a tray with the coffee pot before moving them out of the way. Possibly so room service can retrieve them while we are gone.

Upon taking her to the Café I take a seat at my usual booth noticing how she waits until I set down before sliding into the opposite side of the table as me. The entire way here she hadn't even written a single message on her pad. Then again I was driving so she probably didn't want to take my attention away from the road. What will we even talk about today? I watch as she brings her leg up onto the bench so her foot rests against the edge of it. Her arm was reaching around her leg as she had brought out her pad finally and it was now resting on the tabletop with her flipping through the screens.

She seemed to be lost in thought as her green eyes dulled similar to how Ryuzaki's does when he is contemplating something. Was she already so bored she couldn't even keep her mind on this single coffee date? When the waitress came by I ordered coffee for the both of us so that she didn't have to type out the message. It was simple enough of a task she ordered simply the night before so it was easy to remember what type of coffee she likes.

After receiving our coffee, however, just when I thought silence was going to reign over this little outing she turns her pad towards me catching my attention. -I know you have questions.- Was all she wrote. This would have surprised me but she seems as observant as another certain someone I know. So I brought my coffee up and took a small drink before finally responding to her.

"When you said you didn't think all of S's words were irrelevant what did you mean?" I watched as she thought about this a moment while she takes a drink of her coffee before finally returning to her pad and typing out her answer.

-Why would any of his words be irrelevant? As he had already pointed out, it is unlike Kira to have just set back and watched the communication between the police and the second Kira. He would have wanted to make contact to not only preserve his name but, also in order to keep the police from turning the second against him. The Second Kira became a liability that the first wouldn't have been able to overlook. Though, I myself am finding it difficult to believe that L had the first Kira under his nose the entire time and didn't push on his suspicions.-

She worded that well. She doesn't think I am Kira. Well, that's a good thing on my behalf. "So, you are saying that the First Kira made contact with the Second Kira. Just not by using the police."

She sets her pad down and begins typing again. If she is as smart as I believe she is then she won't openly say that I'm not Kira. She would want proof before deciding that. -I am saying that the First Kira did use the police to make contact. The question as to how is the relevance in this conversation.-

"What do you mean?"

-Just from the evidence that I have looked through and from the briefing. I would have to say that Kira did in fact use the police. But the extent is more of an assumption. No, more like an educated guess. I believe like L that one Kira Lake was the initial front of Kira. She was the one making him along with the task force run around in circles. She used the police themselves along with the Second Kira to keep the game flowing in a direction she wanted. While the real Kira stayed in the background and watched as his pawn kept him out of suspicion.-

"What proof do you have of that?" She is dangerously close to figuring out the truth. This girl! I need to figure out her name so I can kill her as quickly as possible. But, I don't have Misa's eyes anymore. How on earth am I suppose to get her to disclose her real name?!

-I would have to say the proof of it is clearly circumstantial. Meaning, Even though Kira Lake was placed on life support in a coma several years ago the profile of Kira never changed. If that in itself isn't enough to convince you that she was only a pawn for the real Kira then maybe look at just recently since her death. The profile still hasn't changed. It is unlikely for her to have found someone so like-minded to herself that would be able to continue meeting the profile. Especially while she was in a coma. But, since she is dead there is no way anyone can ask her who the real Kira is.-

"So how do you think we should go about getting the information we need. It is absolutely important that we don't screw this up. If we make one slip up someone on the task force will die." Now, how will you answer? She thought about this bringing her thumb up to her lip and biting onto her fingernail much like L tends to do, before finally picking up her glass and taking another drink. Finally typing onto her pad and setting her glass back down.

-I think, Kira is closer to us than we think. The more he runs out of his intended victims the more he will reveal to us who he is. Right now he is sitting comfortably and laughing at the task force who is still running around without any leads trying to catch him. Therefore he is able to sit up there and use his puppets to keep us distracted from his true identity.- Shit! She's good.

-Thank you Light, I had a lovely time. Maybe we should do this again sometime. And possibly not talk about the case since, you know. You are supposed to be on a break.-

Standing outside her hotel room door she was leaning her back against the door itself holding the pad so I can see. Giving her a nod I smile at her. "Yes, we should definitely do this again." She returns my smile before typing on her pad again.

"Go see your dad and make sure he is alright. Spend time with your family without worrying about the case." Again about my dad? Why?

"Oh.. I'll do that. Thank you for your consideration towards my family." Raising a hand she places it upon my shoulder briefly before turning around and walking into her hotel room. Shutting the door behind her so I cannot follow.

*S*

Hearing my phone I reach into my bag, as I walk to my couch and set down. Bringing it to my ear I answer once I was sure Light had left. "Yes, Lucien?" I ask rubbing my throat. It seems the less I talk the weaker my voice actually sounds, or was it because I am thirsty.

"I wanted to let you know, we had the notebook tested." Notebook? Usually, he calls it by name. Death Note.

"And, I am guessing by your use of terms it didn't work?"

"Unfortunately, it didn't. It seems this was a farce to distract us from either the way Kira really kills or so I would be forced to releasing Amane and yourself." hmm... Retrieving my pad from my bag I pull up the page I have been keeping notes on and type in the newfound information.

"Guess, we need to try and get her to talk. Either way, she'll be executed so I don't think she will give us much."

"Yes, she seems more tight-lipped than the first time I brought her in for interrogation." Well, that sucks.

Openly sighing I lean back looking up at the ceiling with my phone still to my ear. "Then, I don't see how much good interrogating her will do."

"My thoughts exactly."

"Might as well get her execution over with. Have you decided how you are going to kill her yet?"

"Actually, I am thinking about keeping her here longer, I just about broke her last time."

"Thinking, the second time is the charm?"

"I'm hoping so."

"Well, good luck with that. I'll remain with the task force to try and make Light slip up."

"I see... Sapphire?"

"Yeah, Lucien?"

"How did your coffee date go?" So this is why he was upset this morning? I found myself smiling trying hard not to giggle. He thinks that since I was with Light before that I'll be with him again. His jealousy is so cute.

"Well, I gave him some thoughts on the case, to make him concerned about trying to figure out my true name so he can get rid of me. To further back him up in a corner. By now, he should be getting close to if not already panicking. I have to say. This is quite fun." I nearly laugh though in the back of my mind I debate about whether or not to tell Lucian how I have lost an hour today and I have no idea how.

"So, you decided to have coffee with him so you can play with his head a little?"

"Why else would I want to have coffee alone with the prime suspect?" I ask as I pull out my computer to send the service desk a request for more of my coffee to be brought up. I had figured since Alessia Giosetta can't speak and I got the room under her name that I might as well fully go into my cover so they had given me a direct link to the service desk.