The next day proved to be rather interesting.
Ryuk followed Light and Misa to Task Force Headquarters, finding the circumstances as entertaining as any he'd seen. Misa Jabbered and chatted to Light with gusto about the vivid dreams she'd been having.
"We were in my old room, but it was the baby's nursery. There was this cute little rocking chair in the corner and I was sitting in it, and you came over and kissed me, and told me to get some sleep. You took the baby, and I got up. And when I looked back, the baby had her hand around your finger and you were smiling so happily!" She gushed.
He smiled as they walked. "Sounds like a dream that definitely has a chance to come true. But you think it will be a girl?"
"I just have a feeling." She said. Then, taking in his words again, she frowned. "Do you have a preference."
They hadn't discussed that yet. But he looked at her to quell this fear head on. "Healthy will do." He promised.
She smiled. "Yay!"
He chuckled as they moved into the building. "I'm guessing that you're hoping for a girl?"
"Actually I don't know. My dreams change. Sometimes it's a girl, sometimes it's a boy… It just depends."
"Alright." He said.
They went inside, and he sat down in his usual chair, Misa in his lap. She had brought a bag of food with her, eating pretty much constantly. Light struggled with the idea of the mess it might create, but he quelled his anxiety by telling himself he'd do a thorough cleaning of it later. Misa ate most of the food within the first half hour, and then just sat quietly for a while, watching him work. She grew more relaxed in his lap, to the point where she was practically melted butter in his lap. She'd stayed still for so long he suspected her asleep.
Suddenly, Misa bolted up from his lap, nearly knocking his chair over. She scrambled to her feet, running out the door. Light was disoriented for half a second before he regained his senses.
"Misa?!" He called after her, concerned. He saw her running to the bathroom with a hand over her mouth, and it clicked in him what was going on. He continued pursuing her, and went into the bathroom, making it inside just as she bent over the toilet to get sick, and racing over to hold back her hair.
Misa let out a low moan as she leaned on Light for support, weakened after her bout of nausea. She flushed the toilet and tried to bring her breathing back to normal.
"Are you okay?"
"I knew I shouldn't have eaten that Arare. It smelled bad but I ate a few bites of it anyways." She groaned.
Light rubbed her back. "Are you feeling better now, at least?"
"A little." She sighed.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Come on, let's get you to the couch so you can lay down." He said, beginning to get up. He helped her up from the floor and wrapped her arm around his shoulders for support. Then, he carefully helped her back to the room, helping her to lay down on the couch and presenting her with a bottle of water to drink. She took small sips, careful to not go too fast so she would be certain she could keep it down. When he was certain she wasn't going to be sick again, he returned to his desk, but couldn't help glancing nervously at her every few minutes, thinking she might get sick again. However, it mercifully never occurred. He felt himself relaxing again as his worry began to abate.
He had no way of knowing he would soon have something new to worry about very soon.
The sound of the clacking of a keyboard filled a darkened room, it only by the glow of a computer screen. In a small apartment that smelled like bleach and was kept frighteningly clean, a man sat at his desk, rolling a mint around his mouth with his tongue. Once, twice, three times. He had eaten garlic with his dinner a few nights ago and could still feel the uncleanliness of his own breath. It wouldn't do. He liked things to be clean, needed them to be clean and have order.
Cleanliness played a large role in his life. As a member of a crime scene clean up crew, he dedicated his life to cleaning up the messes made by the worst of society. It only made sense that a man so closely entwined with both justice and cleanliness would be a Kira supporter. Whenever he wasn't working, he was on his laptop, actively maintaining several websites in support of Kira. Kira's sense of justice resembled his own so closely that at times it felt as though they were one in the same. He had followed the investigation from it's beginning, watching and recording every newscast that aired and annotating every detail in a small notepad.
He had known Kira was being investigated, had known there were people in Japan trying to stop Kira. He couldn't let them win. He had to help Kira in any way he could. Though not on the same level as the world's greatest detectives, he considered himself a fairly good one. Had he not been obsessed with cleanliness, he might have gone into police work. Between newscasts, his work, and technology, he had managed to do what no other person on earth could have done.
He had found the place where those who were working to stop Kira were gathering. Months of leads, effort, annotating, and searching had lead him to this moment. He had found them, and he was going to make them stop hunting Kira. Then, perhaps Kira would honor him and ask him to join in his righteous crusade. Kira was coming to cleanse the world, and he was going to stop anybody who tried to get in his way.