Chapter 6- Message
L might have chuckled at her comment about how she had died and come back, but right now was not a laughing matter. She was in the hospital for a gunshot wound, Lawliet was dead and so was Kira. What exactly had happened? His mind was in a frenzy trying to go through this vague information and sort out all he could from what he was told. Perhaps someone had managed to get the Death Note away from him and use it on him, perhaps Lawliet had done it. L's face was a serious mask, one that would probably frighten the young Giichi however he could not help but show this side of him, the serious contemplative L. "That is not funny in the least Hisaye. I need to know what happened exactly, the best you can recall of the events that took place." he said in more of a commanding voice then anything.
A game? Of course, that man did not really seem like he was the type to think of some sort of complex plan like Light had done. There was no way Fumito would have ever pulled of becoming the god of the new world. L was so caught up in all of his mental processes that he had not noticed that she had been trying to say something. L would turn to Giichi; none of this was anything she should be hearing. "Please wait out in the hall Giichi, your ears are too young, too innocent for this." he said slowly as he removed a Lollipop from his pocket and handed it to her. If there was one thing he did know about children it was that they loved candy, the universal language when it came to speaking with children and getting their cooperation.
"Now what was it you wanted to say to me?" he asked carefully, his eyes narrowing in on her. Perhaps she would explain to him why she had let Lawliet go with Fumito to begin with, a reckless move on his part that he was sure to make her feel worse about later, social interaction was not exactly his strong point so he would most likely end up doing it on accident. "Do you remember something about what happened? Or is this something even more important then all of that?" he asked as he sounded like he was becoming pushy, pressing the information from her. This was so unlike him, normally he exhibited some sort of patients but right now he seemed like he was nothing but a commanding jerk.
Giichi had left obediently with a small bow of goodbye. She murmured a small thanks and blushed as she got the candy. Hisaye watched her go with an emotionless expression. Her hands rested in front of her, one hand folded over the other. She looked down at her folded hands, ears twitching at his voice.
"Of course it's not funny," she replied with an emotionless tone. "Death is not a funny thing, tis a very dangerous thing to flirt with. Now, all the events? I'll try my best on that one."
Her gaze lifted to the ceiling as she let loose a soft sigh. Her body relaxed and her eyes closed. It was something she remembered but it was when she had been dead.
"Yes...it's something I remember very clearly. Everything else is pretty much a blur but this. It was...when I was dead. I was drowning in some water, for some reason I couldn't swim to the surface nor was I sinking till I was nearly drowned. But someone grabbed me and pulled me up..."
Her eyes opened, "it was ...my mother...Good-chan. She...saved me from death."
Her eyes shifted over to him to take in his expression. Would he believe her? "I spoke with her...she told me to tell you that she forgave you. Also she's overjoyed your life has not been lost and that...she can wait. She'll be waiting..."
Her hand moved up to her forehead and she closed her eyes in a thoughtful way.
"As for what happened before it all...it's all still coming back to me. The only thing I truly remember right now was trying to take the gun away from Fumito. Also I remember when I mistaked that the gun was empty and it went off...shooting me."
She let her hand rest back where it had been and a soft frown spread across her face.
"I'll give you everything that happened when it's all back."
At least they were on the same page with their views. He had scolded her without thinking; perhaps he should not have done that. In his mind however one thought rolled to the top, is that not what a father did? He was not so sure since he was not really much of one; he was not really much of anything. Lately he had doubted the very principals that he had lived by, everything he had done with his life was now called into question. Why was it so hard to accept the defeat he had suffered? Was it because he was just childish? A sore loser? Perhaps there was more to it then he ever wanted to let on. It was because he had never felt such a betrayal, what Light had done would forever leave a scar that he could not forgive. Shaking his head to relieve the thoughts, L would look up towards Hisaye. "I guess that's all we can hope for. But lets hope that you do remember, I need to know what happened." he said as he rocked back and forth slightly in the lull in the conversation.
His face remained passive as he listened to her talk. This was not true, or so that was the first thought that came to mind. However he had witnessed a Notebook that could kill with a name and a face, Shinigami! Perhaps what she described could have possibly happened. Logic, cold hard logic however is what would win out here in his mind. "That was a dream, one you should forget and move on from. It is those kind of dreams that distract us from reality, lead us down a dangerous path." he said with a dark gaze as he placed a finger to his lip, pushing it up slightly. She was waiting? To him that was nonsense, there was nothing beyond death, nothing...
His eyes slid back into focus as she went onto the events between Fumito and herself, or what she could recall from them. There had been an argument, a fight over a gun that had ultimately ended in her being shot and the demise of Kira and a small boy. She had thought that gun was empty, which of course was why one should never assume and handle things with more care. He almost made to scold her, the look on his face suggesting it before he caught himself. "That is unfortunate. How he got a gun into Japan eludes me for now, I shall need to look into his life and connections..." said L as his eyes became pensive once more. She offered all the details when they came back but he needed them now. "Please, try harder to remember them."
Yeah, yeah...I know... Hisaye thought dully. She knew he had to know all the details, just like she had. But, recalling everything she could recall, it seemed a lot was senseless talk. Talk between two former friends. She had given the general information of what had happened. All that mattered had pretty much already escaped her mouth.
"A lot of it...was just talk. Fumito was a childhood friend and only I remembered this till the end."
Her dull gaze went to him and she frowned softly.
"I was not dreaming, and I know that for a fact. None of it had felt false, all had felt so real. It was like death's cold fingers really had a grip on me. Believe it or not, I have a high belief in the paranormal. This would not be the first strange thing to ever happen to me...or my mother. You may believe or deny it, whichever you choose. But if shinigami exist, then can life after death not? A shinigami says if you use the notebook you cannot go to Heaven nor Hell...does that state some hidden fact to us? I wonder. Though, I don't believe in Heaven or Hell...but maybe spirits."
Yeah, it sounded like talk of a crazy person, didn't it? But, she didn't care. She was not afraid of what she believed in.
Laying back down she recalled the day her mother lost her life. It had been the exact same day her father had allegedly lost his own. It was the same day Hisaye had almost lost her own. Her mother had been so distracted, so far away that day. Good had given her the Death Note a mere hour before her death and had told Hisaye to protect it. To hold onto it for a while for her, and to not give into temptation to use it. Then, at exactly 12 PM, Good was murdered. Hisaye felt it to be her fault. If only she had watched her mother more closely...if only...Hisaye closed her eyes softly. She resisted the urge to cry. She was emotionally strong and could easily hold it in. But, it would have to come out sometime when she was alone. Her mother would scold her for holding her emotions in, it was a bad thing to do.
"It's kinda my fault for getting in this hospital, no? Oh well...though I really don't like it, I guess I'll have to deal with it till they let me out. Can't be too long...No human is perfect; we all make mistakes sooner or later. I wonder if..."
Her eyes opened, suddenly holding a very dead and dull look. She shook her head, "...nevermind. I'm rambling. It's unimportant."
Her eyes shifted to the window that led to the hallway, and then a sudden alarm hit them. Sitting up and ignoring the searing pain, Hisaye stared at the window. A pair of dark eyes had been looking in for a split second. Who had it been? How long had he been watching her? Them? For what purpose was he watching them?
"Did you see that? Those black eyes in the window...It could've been Yin, but I swear it was a male. Maybe my eyes were just playing with me...pain medicine must make people delusional."
She moved back to a laying position, suddenly looking solemn again. Hisaye was lost within her thoughts and wonders.
Childhood friends? Perhaps that was why she let Kira in so close, she knew him for so long that she thought she "knew" him. "I see. I don't think there was anything else you could have done in that situation. The outcome is regrettable, however it could not have happened any other way, you were too impatient." his analysis complete, he would stare at her with calm passive eyes. The cold truth to his words could have been very hurtful, however it was not always in his nature to be comforting. When her words went to her experience while she was under however he seemed to appear uncaring. To him this was nonsense; there was no rational explanation for it so he would just let it fall upon his ears, but not really listen too well. "The medicine has gone bad." he joked suddenly as he smirked at her with a crazy grin.
He heard her talk about this being her fault, as much as he wanted to agree he would bite his tongue. He would not be cold hearted enough to tell her this. "You have learned from the mistake correct? Then all is well. If you had taken nothing from the loss of Ryuuzaki then you would have shamed his memory, let him die in vain." he said as he folded his hands together and looked into her eyes. The same eyes as Good, he could not help but become lost in them. When he looked at her he could see her, feel her presence there yet there was no way to explain this feeling. "You are my little girl...nothing you say is unimportant to me..." he said suddenly. It came out of nowhere, even surprising him. Paternal instinct maybe? Perhaps, but that sounded so strange, alien to his own ears.
However at the mere mention of seeing something in the window he nodded his head. "I have noticed it for quite some time now. That is the true source of our problems, whoever they are..."
"My impatience is an influence from Mrs. Yin, as is my temper I can hide very well..." Hisaye replied, a small hint of a smile touching her features. She could not help the fact she did hold quite a temper. Fumito had been one of the few people to be able to bring it out, and he had been damn good at it. All he had to do was trip...since something perverted always ended up happening when she did. She'd smack him...like any sensible woman would. That, or she'd kick him. He had commented many times her kicks "hurt like hell." Her expression turned passive then, as it was her normal expression. But his joke and crazy smile made her chuckle very softly and her eyes sparkled, life spurting to them for a moment or so.
She nodded slowly at his words, knowing them to be the truth. She had learned, but she would regret this till the day she died. Never again would she allow a child she was caring for die. Hisaye promised herself she would keep Giichi safe, away from danger. The silence was in the room now for only a minute or two and she watched her father. He was looking into her eyes...her mother's eyes. Hisaye was a part of them both, a creation both had made together. She was both of them mixed, one of the many results she could have been. So he saw part of her mother...the one he adored...in her. She wondered if it was comforting to him. Her thoughts were interrupted by his sudden works, which brought shock to her eyes. Stunned and speechless, she stared at her father. The words...they started to warm her soul. To hear that brought a strange feeling to her, one that had become so foreign after her mother's departure. Love...for a family member...
Her arms moved and wrapped softly around his neck, giving him a small embrace. She smiled and when she spoke, she realized how much she suddenly sounded like her mother at that point.
"Domo arigato...father-san..."
She released him, her cheeks suddenly growing dark in a blush. She looked at her hands, feeling a bit embarrassed. Hisaye nodded as he said he had seen them and that they were trouble now. A sudden realization, she reached under her shirt and pulled out a black notebook, her Death Note.
"Here...I'm in no condition to protect this. Please, hold onto it for me..."
She offered it to him, "looks like we have a new mystery...ne?"
She smirked...
Night had come and Hisaye had a hard time falling to sleep, so the nurse had given her sleep medication. Right now she was out like a light, yet she slept lightly, it seemed. As her eyes had opened as someone had scooped her up in his arms. Eyes opening tiredly, she looked groggily up at the man.
"Fumito...?" She murmured, blinking a few times till she realized Fumito was dead. It was not he taking her to bed because she had fallen asleep on the couch. She was in a hospital...this was someone different. Seeing sable eyes, her sleep immediately faded. It was him! It was the one looking in the window! Now that she saw his face, she knew him well. The one who had tortured her mother for 20 years of her life? It was him, Izumi, Akumu..
"W-what...? What do you want?" Hisaye growled, struggling, "baka! Put me down!"
Trying to kick at him, he had a firm hold on her legs. Her eyes narrowed as one of her hands snuck toward her pocket. She pressed a button, calling her father. Hopefully he would pick up..
"Put me down, Akumu!" She continued to try and get free. But she was too weak, he was stronger then she at the moment. Please hear me...please pick up...
"Akumu, put me down! Let me go! What do you want? Where are you taking me!?"
"Hush," Akumu growled at her, giving her a painful squeeze. "Do not continue to speak or you'll regret it."
"Pfft," Hisaye responded, eyes narrowing as she gave a teenage looking saying 'whatever.' "Make me stop talking, Akumu."
He began to take her out of the room, quietly slipping through the hospital.
"Akumu..." she growled, "put me down!"
"I cannot do that, Hisaye," Akumu responded. "Your mother is dead...tis a shame I could not drag her back to her place. You'll just have to replace her..."
He reached in her pocket and grabbed her phone, smirking.
"Take...her place...?" Hisaye's eyes widened. Be a rape victim for the rest of my life!? Screw that!
Akumu dropped the phone and crushed it before walking out of the hospital driveway and away with Hisaye...
His smirk would return at her comment. "It seems you fail to hide your impatience, as much as you do not want to admit it." he said with a wink. He could tell what she was thinking, who it pertained to by the expression on her face. As much as it hurt her, she could tell that she was also pissed about his betrayal. How could he have done this to her? That was a good question. Even though he had been suspected as Kira, once again L had failed. He never thought this would happen; yet he should have known better. It was like him and Light all over again. He watched her reaction to his paternal words with great interest. Perhaps he should not have said this? He was new to this so he was not so sure.
He raised an eyebrow in a surprised motion as she placed her arms around his neck. A surprising reaction to what he said, he was not expecting her to react like that. He smiled at the warmth, his own flesh and blood showing the love that she held for him. There was probably no greater feeling in the world. "You are all I have left, I would die without you..." he said slowly as he patted her head and took the Death Note from her. He had deduced that she had been carrying it, it only made sense. With that he would smile at her, a new mystery indeed.
Returning to her room after his quick run for some coffee, he would enter to find the bed empty. Panic swept over his features as he quickly searched the area for clues as to what had happened. He could find no signs of any real struggle; she had been under quite heavily. In frenzy he searched, he was not thinking logically at all right now. His only thought was for the safety of his daughter. He quickly moved off into the hallway looking around for anything out of place, and then he spotted it, the crushed phone on the floor. Her cell phone! He would rush over and collect it, looking to see what the last thing she tried to access was.
It was then he felt his phone vibrate. A missed call? He was not so sure. When he took it out to check he saw that he had one voicemail, and it was from HISAYE! He would quickly access his inbox to hear her growling into the phone, looking for clues. She kept mentioning the name Akumu, at first the name was not clicking in his mind. Someone had taken her, this was awful. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest; he could not believe that this was happening. Right after he had told her that he would die without her, this was a laughable twist of fate. 'Damn you...' he thought as he looked towards the sky. With that he would strike the nearest wall with his fist, denting it in.
AKUMU! That was it, the man who had kept Good captive for so long. He had taken his daughter to be in his employ. This was bad, this made L furious. He would dial numbers into his phone quickly, forgetting the voice changer. He would call the NPA, "Put me in contact with the Chief!" he demanded quickly. "What's this?" asked a man who sounded slightly grumpy. "This is L, I have need of your services. My daughter has been kidnapped..." he said with a tone of serious anger. "L...you're suppose to be dead..." said the man on the other end. "I have no time to explain, just send Matsuda to the Hospital." he said and hung up the phone. It was only a matter of time now. He would use the resources of the NPA to find her, he no longer had anyone else to help him.
The clumsy detective stumbled into the Hospital. He had been called to help "L" however he was quite sure this was just a joke. Taking the elevator the man would straighten his tie. What if this turned out to be true? Then that would mean L was waiting for him on the other side of the doors as they started to slide open. The detective would blink as he stared upon a familiar figure. "L..." he started as he could not believe his eyes. "Y-Your alive..." he started in sheer surprise. L wrinkled his face in anger and sighed. "That's irrelevant, he has Hisaye. Akumu has Hisaye!" he shouted waving his hands. His rage had never been seen like this. He was so angry he was actually standing up straight! Matsu's face turned very gaunt when he heard this news. "I'm on it now!" he said as he called making preparations to set up the team. Help was coming...
