Mello look a long drink of his colorful cocktail. "This is bullshit! Two weeks! No fucking word from Chef?! It's his kitchen! How could he walk away from us like that! Fucking abandoned! Like fucking garbage on the street!"

The brightly colored dance floor pulsed with the music in the background. Matt sighed before joining with his drink. "He wouldn't. He lived for that kitchen. He'll be back. I'm sure that's why L hasn't panicked. He's probably been in touch with Chef?"

Light stared hollowly at his empty glass, a distinct frown on his plush lips. "Guys… I didn't come here to stage under L or Queen Bitch. I came here for Chef BB. I think… I think I'm going to go home, like, Japan home…."

Mello scoffed as he rubbed his temples before outbursting once again. "Oh! And that bitch! She's the worst! Her dishes suck! They're always dry! Or over fucking seasoned! More seasoning does not mean better cook! Her flavor palates are overwhelming."

Matt hung his head as he tapped on the bar. "Don't go home, Light… He'll be back. We just need to tough this out. Near said he was working on tracking him down. I trust him, he's a bloodhound. Mels, remember that time, the new waiter didn't show for work? He nearly kicked the poor idiot's door down."

Mello cackled loudly in a drunken stupor. "You're right, Matty! The albino will find him! Until then," Mello slammed the rest of his new drink. "Let's make the best of an easier time at work! Let's dance and try to forget about it for now! L is having the kitchen cleaned, so we have three damned days to chill and hope Chef comes back, he wouldn't leave us like that!"

Light sighed solemnly as a drink was slid in front of him. Light attempted to wave it away and looked away dismissively. This was his first experience in drinking. He could already feel that his vision was blurring. The bartender smiled as he cleaned a glass. "No charge. It was purchased for you. That gentleman at the end of the bar." Light lifted his eyes from the bar and squinted to see a slender red head waving at him before winking suggestively.

Matt tapped on Light's shoulder. "I'm going to go to the dance floor with Mello. He'll shake the booze up in his stomach and be puking in about ten minutes. We'll go home and crash after that. Just hang tight."

The brunette nodded drunkenly before lifting the drink and glancing at the now busied bartender. "I'm just going to thank the person who bought this for me, probably drink it out of pity and wait outside, I need some fresh air." Matt smiled and patted Light's back before turning to leave.

Lifting himself from the bar, Light stumbled over to the group of three. "Thank you for the drink. Unfortunately, this is the first time I've ever drank, so I'm going to have to call it. I'm not feeling the best. But, I wanted to thank you and tell you that I appreciate the gesture."

The three men all chuckled and murmured amongst each other. The red haired man smiled to the other who seemed to dip behind Light. "It's no trouble, cutie. You looked young. I won't harass you any further, just figured I'd try my luck." He gave a devious smile to his friend behind the brunette. "Just, drink at least a little bit of it, they are a bit pricy."

Not wanting to appear rude in a foreign country, Light lifted the drink that had been previously behind him and perched at a bar stool. "Well. Thank you. I didn't catch your name…"

The copper headed man smirked and chuckled while resting his head on a balled fist. "Oh, my name isn't important. May as well wait here for your friends."

The brunette nodded and gulped a large portion of the drink down. He waited in uncomfortable silence as his senses seemed to dim even faster than previously. He could feel the room begin to spin as the music in the background seemed to disorient and muffle. Light blinked several times over exaggeratedly to attempt to refocus his vision. "Excuse me. I need air…" After standing Light lost his balance quickly before being caught.

"Whoa there. Let us help you out. We'll wait with you."

The four departed the building and started down the street. "Wait… my friends…" Light weakly called feeling his entire body grow heavier as his head helplessly hung as he was partially being dragged. A hooded figure seemed to be keeping pace with the group behind them.

"Get rid of the freak." A voice called to the others.

Both accompanying males turned to meet the stranger only for one to be taken off his feet with a strong right hook and the other being maced directly into his eyes. "You can run… But I've seen your faces, and I know what you've done. So when he," The pursuing man pointed towards a mostly unconscious Light. "Turns back up, I'll tell them everything. Assuming, I don't just go to the police now. So, you can leave him. Or deal with me." The figure dropped the now empty can of mace and pulled a closed knife from his pocket, flicking it open revealing a frighteningly sharp blade. "Pick your battle."

The remaining male dropped the brunette to the ground and ran. "Fuck this! Fucking freak! You have him then!"

Light shivered at the cool air and tried to scramble away from the hooded figure. A timid "No…" was all he could muster. He could feel the cold concrete under his hand, his now scraped palm stung. He seemed to have temporarily lost his vision. Collapsing onto the ground, breathing heavily; the brunette could feel himself being lifted from the ground.


Light awoke quickly and leaned over the side of a bed. He felt a bucket nudge the side of his head. Promptly grabbing the container; the brunette emptied the contents of his stomach. He could feel the sting of tears coming to his eyes. He heard shushing and felt a warm hand on his back. Though his hearing still muffled, he heard someone say. "It's okay. Let it all out."

Trying to gasp for air the brunette attempted to take deep breaths. He heard the voice continue. "They got you good." Feeling a wet and cool cloth on the back of his neck Light attempted to look up. "Easy. You'll just make yourself sick again. Here. Take a sip of water." Golden irises focused on a bottle of water that came into their view.

Attempting to focus on details around him, Light felt nauseous once again. The room was dark. 'It's still night. I can't focus on anything. I feel like I'm dying… if I make it out of this… I. Am. Never. Drinking. Again.' He soon threw up once again.

He could feel himself being laid down on his side. Opening his eyes slightly to try and focus on the person who seemed to be helping him. Frustrated at the lack of lighting in the room and the blurred vision; the brunette let out a loud grumble followed by a hiss as his hand was being cleaned.

A cool cloth was set over his forehead. "I wish there was more I could do for you. Try to rest. I won't be far away, if you need me, just call. The bucket is next to the bed." Light could feel exhaustion overtake him.


Awoken by a headache the size of China; Light opened his eyes and groggily looked around the room he was in. Thick black curtains were pulled over the windows. Deep scarlet walls surrounded him, mostly decorated by modern art works and a book shelf full of literature. The stage closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Thankful his senses seemed to have returned. He could feel the soft silken sheets. Black in color from brief observation. 'Alright, you're the Chief's son. Take in every detail. It may become important. You still have no clue where you are.'

Light startled slightly when he could feel the bed dip and the cloth removed from his forehead, only to have another chilled wash rag take its place. He could smell jasmine rice. Opening his honeyed eyes, he sucked in a sharp breath before questioning meekly. "Chef?"

The raven jerked his hands back and quickly looked away before speaking quietly while ruffling his hair. "What?"

Sitting up in the bed, the brunette studied the other man. 'His hair is a wreck. It's almost as messy as L's. The bruising under his eyes, he hasn't slept. It was him? He was the hooded man?' "Did you?"

Scarlet eyes darted towards the brunette as a sharp tone was resounded towards the younger man. "You listen here. Before you even think about accusing me –"

Arms wrapped around Beyond tightly as Light started to weep. "Thank you so much. I don't remember much. But, I know you were there. You stopped them. I…" Light started to cry harder. "I've never been so scared!"

Guilted, Beyond sighed and patted Light's back as the young stage sobbed. "You're safe. In trouble, but safe. Here…" The raven leaned forward and grabbed a bowl of aromatic rice. "I made you something to eat. It's nearly four in the evening. I figured you'd be up sooner. So, sorry if it's a little cold."

Light's golden eyes lifted from Beyond shoulder and greedily took the bowl and shoved a spoonful of rice into his mouth. Beyond snagged the bowl back. "Tch! Not that fast! You'll throw up again!" The brunette looked down sadly, causing the Chef to sigh once again. "You're hopeless. You can't just shovel food into your gullet like that!" Beyond lifted a bottle of water and scolded while he handed it to Light. "Small sips." The brunette obliged.

Beyond sighed deeply as he lifted himself from the bedside. "I'm sorry. I had to change your clothing twice. You kept sweating through everything." Light looked up in foreboding. "I'm not a pervert. I didn't see anything. I left your under clothes on. Though, when you're feeling up to it, I advise a shower. You can borrow some of my clothes until yours are dry."

The younger male blushed when he realized his clothes were hanging up in the room. He startled slightly when Beyond handed him some medicine. "For your headache that I'm sure you're enjoying. What did we learn?" Light rolled his eyes when he glanced up to see a cheeky smile from Beyond. "We should have learned not to take your eyes off your drink."

"I'm never drinking again."

The raven shrugged as he squatted next to the bed and held out a spoonful of rice. "There's always that." Light reached for the spoon only to have it jerked away. "No. I control your food now. You can't stop yourself." Blushing slightly, the brunette leaned over and opened his mouth. "You know, I'm going to punch them both square in the mouths, right?"

Feeling guilty, Light protested. "It wasn't their fault. Matt told me to hang tight. It was my fault."

Holding out another spoonful. "Maybe so. But, they should have watched you better. And for that, I'm giving them both a black eye."