Hey guys. I KNOW I'M THE WORST! I had a virius and stuff and school and like...

I know I'm lazy.

Anywho, story is not mine...except in mah HEART.

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When Raito woke up, it wasn't morning. No, it must have been around midnight, hence the slight moonlight covering in the darkness outside his window. Raito woke up only because of the squeaking of wheels as another patient was rolled into his previous single room. He carefully turned his head to observe the simple scene before him. A girl who was apparently in her early twenties was unconscious on the gurney beside the also previously empty bed that had sat beside his. Her hair was a black with dark blue laced through it. She was covered in the thin white bed sheets supplied by the hospital. Her arm flopped out and her attending scrubs flinched forward, preparing to grab her, but it was a simple false alarm. The protruding right arm had a very large bruise covering it, purples, blues, and yellows, much to dark against her freakishly white skin.

Raito turned his head as they lifted her and set her in the bed.

In the morning, Raito sat up, only to find, yet again, someone was sitting next to him on his bed. However, it was not L, much to his….disappointment? No, Raito was not disappointed that his "captor" was not in his bed with him. Oh lord the implications of his thoughts hounded him as he started at the girl from last night. She was sitting with her bare feet hanging off the bed, dangling longer than the hospital nightgown¸ her head tilted up and towards the only window on the side of the room.

"Good morning, Ratio." She said simply, eyes closed.

"How do you know my name? Why are you-"He began as she cut him off, turning her head with eyes still closed, a smile forming.

"It's on the card next to your bed."

Raito turned to see an envelope addressed to him on his nightstand. He believed I was L's handwriting.

He turned his head back to her. Her hair was spilling down in large, slightly wavy curls. It looked messy and tangly and almost like L's. In fact, she looked a lot like L.

She turned back towards the window. Raito reached forward to pull up his covers slightly, feeling uncomfortable and confused with this whole situation.

'Now I have a roommate. She's crazy, isn't she? She is, and so am I. So then why am I fri- wait. I am Raito; I am a genius who does not get frightened. No matter what.' He thought.

"Why are you here?" He asked, meaning on his bed. She, however, thought he was talking about the reason why she was in this high-end hospital when she probably looked like she should be at some Allina suicide watch.

"You know how you have friends in high places?" She asked, turning.

He snorted. "Friends. Right. I don't have friends. Besides, no matter who put me here, I'm pretty high up myself so-"He stopped himself, thinking about the attitude on life getting him here.

"Maybe friends, yes." Raito finished reluctantly.

"My 'brother' is high places." She said simply. She opened her eyes, and Raito was startled.

He assumed she would have darker eyes like L, but she had large green-gold eyes. Hazel, perhaps.

"What?" She asked, eyes narrowing.

"I thought you'd look like L." He said, and then cursed his own temporary stupidity.

'This whole mess has got me out of whack.' He ranted silently.

Her eyes widened. "You know my L?"

Raito feel anger roar in his stomach and course through his veins for some unknown reason. It was a cold and piercing, and also clear. But there was another unknown emotion he had not experienced recently enough to identify, almost as if forgotten.

"Your L? I think you mean mine." He said, Cleary, slowly, and angrily.

She looked taken aback, but without missing a beat leaned into his face in the same manner as L did so very often and spoke just as coolly as ever.

"I think you best be quiet till you know better."

"How is he yours?" he thundered back, rationality forgotten in this hazed argument.

"HE RAISED ME. HE IS MY BROTHER." She screamed in his face, running and slamming the door.

He turned and saw her try to run down the halls, tears streaming down her face.

'Jesus.' He thought as two male nurses grabbed her, and tried to sedate her.

L turned round the corner and pushed them off of her calmly, and pulled her to his chest, still hunched while standing, but hunched over her sobbing body.

He stroked her head, one hand over his chin, his thumb hovering in thought.

He closed his eyes tiredly and rubbed her back, sitting down with her.

Raito marveled at this strange sight. He seemed so very much older, more tired.

It was sickenly sad, even to the mad boy.

Of course, when sugar cubes fell out of those damned pants he always wore, Raito couldn't help but laugh in a way he hadn't in a long time.

This was no crazy laugh but a laugh at his….maybe friend.

He laughed as the girl turned and laughed at the sugar cubes, and looked at him.

A moment passed of understanding, and a look of utter surprise and happiness covered the tears marking her face.

She got up, sniffing, and told Raito,
"We can talk about him later."

Raito looked around for L but couldn't find him in the sea of scrubs pushing them back to their room.

She grabbed his arm.

"Come on!"


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