Behind red tinted cellophane 6
Reject slowly regained consciousness, her body felt numb but she was incredibly comfortable. Though her eyes were still shut the noises around her were flooding her ears, strange electronic noises, noises she almost couldn't recognize.
Reject opened her eyes to take in her surroundings because it was quite obvious that she was nowhere near the dingy apartment she lived in. She found herself lying in a hospital bed with strange machines humming all around her.
"When the hell did I windup at a hospital?" she though to herself, then she remembered terrible event that had taken place the other night. She remembered the aching pain in her skull and the blood running down her forehead.
Reject shuttered from the thoughts and reached up to touch her head which she found was wrapped in a tenser bandage. Then she heard something shuffle to her left, she rolled over and spotted B sitting with one leg up on the chair next to the bed but he seemed different.
He had dyed his hair electric green and he was also wearing a pair of purple tinted sunglasses and around his neck a hot pick and orange scarf was tied. But his obscene color scheme didn't at his neck. His once pure white, long sleeve shirt now displayed a wide variety of colors in a tie-dye fashion and his faded jeans were replaced with blue and yellow vertical striped bell-bottoms.
"Ah…your awake, I was beginning to worry that you had slipped into a comma" B said in a perfectly normal tone as though he did not realize how ridiculous he looked.
"B…what in god's name are you wearing" Reject eyes widening at the obscenely bright colors that seemed to light up the entire room. B just rolled his eyes at the bedridden girl and sighed.
"Well since Naomi knows what I look like I figured a disguise was necessary" B said resting his elbow on top of his knee and settling his chin on his palm.
"B did by any chance murder a Gay Pride Activist for that outfit?"
"Oh shut up! I was in a hurry and his was all I could find!"
"B you look like a gay clown just vomited all over you…Honestly where the hell do you buy your clothes?!"
"Hey! Don't forget, I brought you to the hospital…I saved your life"
"Yeah, after beating the shit out of me and almost killing me! You didn't even listen to what I was trying to tell you! You just made the assumption that I would betray you when you know very well that I would never do such a thing!"
B became silent and his eyes widened slightly before averting his gaze to the floor letting out a heavy sigh.
"If you would like to know I didn't tell her anything, why did you get mad? I've never seen you overreact like that before" Reject said sitting up and stretching herself out.
"…I'm sorry…if it was anyone else I wouldn't have been as hostile…But Naomi Misora…" B's voice became lower now, almost whispering he leaned in close to Reject.
"…Naomi Misora…is working on the murder case…and is working with L" B whispered inaudibly, so inaudibly that it almost came to the point where Reject was struggling to hear.
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After some time had past both Reject and B left the hospital and made they're way back to the apartment. When they arrived the 2 of them were exhausted, Reject made her self comfortable on the couch and B made his way back to his room.
When he returned he was back to his normal attire, faded jeans and white long sleeve shirt. He then went over and sat down on the old, beaten up recliner and let out a contented sigh.
Then suddenly the phone rang and B grumbled in detest as he got to his feet shuffled over to it and picked it up. Reject looked up and saw B's expression change from tired and cranky to joyful and excited almost to the point of creepiness.
He hung up the phone and quickly ran into the kitchen and came out with a box. The box quite a few blood stains on the outside of it but Reject didn't want to what was on the inside, she was still a little curious so B was out of the room she reached over and popped open the lid.
When she did the first thing she noticed was the horrid smell, then her eyes widened in horror and disgust as she saw what a appeared to be a severed head. It's eyes were wide and blood seeped it's mouth, coating the bottom of the box. Reject was so disgusted by this she quickly sealed the lid back on the box just before B came back into the room.
"Hey B what's going on?" Reject asked from her place on the couch watching B jumping around like a kid at Christmas.
"The Don just called me and was very impressed with my work so I'm going to go see him and receive my pay" B said happily stuffing his bare feet into his shoes and walking toward the door.
"OK! I'm off! Don't let anyone in to the apartment! Keep the noise down! And no parties! Later!" and the door shut leaving Reject alone once again. Reject hated the BB unconsciously treated her like some arrogant teenager.
"Hmph! No parties huh, well that sucks" Reject said sarcastically, like she would ever throw a party. Even if she was allowed to throw a party who the hell would she invite? It really didn't matter anyway since BB would only say that to piss her off.
She lay down on the couch and sighed.
"Well, at least I don't have to worry about another mafia thug coming in here"