Sachi woke up with a smile on her face. She was officially L's girlfriend. As of yet, she had no clue exactly what that entailed. Boredom in their relationship would not be a problem she was sure. After showering and dressing in a plain pink sundress covered with red roses, she walked into the room full of activity.
Apparently all of the police officers involved in the investigation were in attendance including the Chief. The likable and silly Matsuda was talking with the Chief and Misa Misa. However, he did not appear so goofy at this moment. Whatever they were talking about, it was serious and quite heated. He wore a pinched mask of anger on his usually smiling face. All of the other officers were busy typing on their computers or talking over open file folders in their hands. Light was sitting at a laptop next to L who was pecking at his laptop keyboard.
Sachi walked over to L, sliding her arm around his neck from behind and kissing his cheek.
"Good morning, honey. Did you sleep well?" she whispered, seeing the reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"I don't sleep," he responded, never looking away from his computer.
Sachi could see Light leaning forward in his chair literally at the edge of his seat. "Oh, so I guess you left soon after," she spoke in a stage whisper so Light could hear what she said. It was hard not to giggle when his eyes widened, and he nearly fell out of the chair.
"Damn chair! There must be something wrong with the wheels," he grumbled, catching himself before he was spilled out of the seat onto the floor.
Sachi glanced at the flustered Light offering him a smile. She was greeted with an icy yet fierce look before he moved his eyes back to the computer. It appears there is a 99% chance someone's brown eyes were turning green with envy. Dammit. Those percentages again. Trotting off to the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator to see one of L's favorite cakes sitting in the middle of the rack. Apparently Watari had been by the bakery; a place she never intended to step foot in again. Right now she was not too worried about the future because she had no idea what the future held for her. It had taken a very weird turn, driving her right into the arms of a man she never expected to be more than a friend – and that had been a stretch of the imagination in the beginning. Taking out the cake, she cut him a piece. After heating water for tea, she placed everything on a tray to take it to him.
"Thank you," L said gratefully, rising from his perch to peck her on the cheek. "I like having a girlfriend. It's kind of nice."
Sachi could feel the burning gaze of his deep brown eyes before she looked at him. Light's ability to be so childlike and irrational astonished her. He had always seemed so mature and sensible like an old soul stuck in a young body. His cool, unaffected façade was crumbling fast. She ran her finger through the icing on the cake, bringing it to her lips. Changing her mind, she lowered her finger to L's lips.
"Hey, honey, wanna lick me?" she inquired, focusing on his dark owlish eyes as he stared at her in astonishment. "What? You're the only one allowed to be a pervert?"
"Oh, what a difference one confession makes," L returned, taking her finger into his mouth.
Sachi held his intense gaze, biting her lower lip as he sucked gently. Her pulse raced and her body responded with a rush of heat of heat and moisture. She ran her fingers through his thick shaggy hair smiling down at him when he released her finger from his lips.
"You've got to be kidding me," Light growled, pounding on his keyboard with punishing keystrokes.
Sachi felt sorry for the keyboard. What had it ever done to Light?
"Hey! Rose!" Misa Misa exclaimed, bounding over to her. "Why don't you come with me and Matsu? I have a film shoot today and it would be great to have you there!"
"Sure. Why not?" she rejoined gamely, forcing herself to act enthusiastic. It would be better to be there than stuck in the room with Mr. Congeniality with the murderous glare in his eyes.
"I think that would be an excellent idea," L piped up eagerly. "Have fun."
There was nothing she would enjoy more than watching the blonde prance around a movie set. Oh, joy. At least Matsuda would be there. He was sure to do something to stir things up and make it interesting. By the way Misa pulled on her arm insistently, Sachi realized she would not have had the choice to decline the invitation. It was her turn to be manhandled by the vivacious and unrelenting woman.
...
Sachi rolled her eyes and plopped down in director's chair Matsuda had vacated minutes before. They had presented her as Matsuda's assistant to account for her presence on the closed movie set. Where had that idiot gone? How many mind-numbing hours had she been here? She could hear Misa yelling something about using a stunt double for the kissing scene with her handsome leading man. Was she serious? Obviously she was very sincere in her request because she went on to explain that she had a boyfriend and did not think he would like it very much if she kissed someone else. Oh, poor deluded girl.
Sachi slapped her forehead feeling sympathy for the ditzy blonde who really could not see the truth about her so called boyfriend. Not only did Light not care who Misa kissed, he was more than willing to kiss someone else himself. She knew that for a fact. Heat crept across her cheeks when she remembered the debacle from last night and what started it. She never did tell Misa the truth as to what caused the scuffle.
"Rose! Rose!" Misa screeched.
Oh, hell no. Not everyone needs to hear their name twice to know it.
"Yes, Misa Misa?" Sachi responded hoping her frayed and worn tolerance did not show. Judging by the titters of laughter and hands flying to faces to cover smiles by the crew, she had failed miserably.
"I just got a call from Matsu! We're going to a party! I'm going to be the face of Yotsuba Group!" she exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down.
"Yay!" Sachi trilled in feigned excitement, jumping up and down too. Wait! Yotsuba Group? She remembered seeing that name on L's computer screen. Suspected of conspiring with Kira to murder business rivals followed after the name.
Misa was already skipping off to her trailer while chattering excitedly into her phone. She turned around, waving Sachi toward her. When her friend made no move toward her, she yelled, "Rose! Come on! I'm calling some friends to help us. They'll be here soon. What size do you wear?"
"Wait! Misa! I don't think – "
"She looks to be about a size ten…Double digits! How awful, right?…She's a little fat… She eats A LOT…I know!... It's shameless!" Misa prattled into her phone.
"I hate her," Sachi muttered to herself. "How has Light not killed her yet?"
...
Sachi felt completely ridiculous. L would be so proud and perversely happy with her present fashion predicament. She pulled at the micro miniskirt that barely covered her ass. He would be immensely thrilled and taking advantage of that fact if he were with her. The top of the skirt sat on her hips which seemed a mile away from the tiny cut off top that had a huge heart cut out to show a generous part of her cleavage. To add insult to injury it was pink – not just any pink but a horrid fluorescent pink. She could remember always throwing that crayon away first from a brand new box because it was such a hideous color, and she never used it. All of the executives from Yotsuba Group seemed to be happily engaged in some kind of interaction with a girl except for one who stood behind the couch away from everyone else. He was quite attractive with long black hair and an expression of polite contempt on his face for everyone around him. It was obvious he did not want to be here either. She decided it would be safe to stand by him.
"Hey, baby! Why don't you sit in my lap?" asked a sleazy looking man with the grin like that of a potential rapist on his face. He grabbed Sachi's wrist and tried to pull her into his lap when she did not willingly accept his lecherous offer. This man's name was Kyosuke Higuchi. Once again, her photographic memory had come in handy.
"You've already got a girl," Sachi pointed out in reference to the aggravated brunette by his side. "Let's not be greedy. I was just on my way to your friend back there to keep him company."
"He's not a friend of mine. Besides, there's enough of me to go around," he informed her, licking his lips and pulling on her wrist.
"Mmmm…I bet," she rejoined, resisting the urge to spit in his lascivious face. She pulled away from him, making sure not to lean too close to him. Getting too close to this horny beast could spell certain disaster for her assets. "Well, see the thing is...I don't like to share and I don't play well with others. I failed kindergarten."
Higuchi roared with laughter and released her wrist. Just as she was about to walk toward the man behind the couch, Matsuda came stumbling toward her. He bumped into her, pretending to sway like a drunkard, whispering in her ear to get ready. Get ready for what?
"What the hell?" she muttered, watching him stumble through the open glass sliding that led to the balcony. She felt her phone vibrate in its extraordinarily awkward hiding place and squealed.
Rushing to the bathroom, Sachi crammed her hand through the heart shaped opening of her shirt to retrieve her phone from between her breasts. Her options had been limited on where to stash the phone due to her skimpy outfit. She had no intention of giving any of these men an opportunity to find it. Flipping open the phone, she swiftly read the text. Get out of there NOW! Leave Misa and the other girls so it won't look suspicious. They will be safe. We have been watching all of you the whole time. Help is here.
Sachi poked her head out of the bathroom door and saw the room full of people was transfixed on observing Matsuda on the balcony. She inhaled sharply when she saw him doing a handstand on the balcony balustrade. Idiot! Since everyone was preoccupied, she crossed the short distance to the door and hurriedly ran out. Moving down the hall at a fast pace, she hit the stairwell door because she did not have time to wait for an elevator. She received another text and looked at her phone. Hurry up and get downstairs. We will be arriving in the ambulance.
"What?" She hated being clueless. How could Misa be so blissfully happy functioning in a mental darkness? Then again, she had Light to guide her. A mean smile stretched across Sachi's face from the thought.
She hurried down the final flight of stairs and burst through the exit at the side of the building. Hearing the sirens, she ran down the alley toward the street in front of the hotel. She saw two familiar looking medics hop out of the ambulance to go to the still body lying on the sidewalk. Since the back of the ambulance was open and the crowd was distracted by the supposed dead man, she took her chance and ran to it. After jumping into the back, she crammed herself beneath the bench where the medics would sit. She held her breath as she watched the wheels of the stretcher roll by just before the two medics hopped in. Her eyes moved from one pair of feet to the other; she could tell by the shoes one person was L and the other was Light. To horrify them both equally, she grabbed an ankle belonging to each man simultaneously. The feminine shrieks they released were more frightening than the situation she had just escaped.
Sachi wiggled from beneath the bench making sure she crawled between the legs with the dirty, torn sneakers on the feet. Her head popped up between his knees and he gave her a languid, libidinous grin that betrayed his thoughts immediately. She smiled back and grabbed his outstretched hands so he could pull her out.
"Hi," she greeted him casually, sitting in his lap.
"Are you all right?" he asked with concern, looking her over in a clinical way to make sure she was uninjured.
"I'm fine. What about Matsuda?" she inquired, kissing his cheek.
"He's fine. So are Misa and the other girls. Those executives ran like rabbits to keep from getting caught by the dogs of the press. They certainly can't afford media attention and neither can we." He paused, kissing her briefly on the lips. "I didn't want you to be a part of this. We're a little short staffed at the present time, and it couldn't be helped," L explained, running his fingers through her hair.
"I'm fine. I should be helping, remember? Don't worry so much," she gently chided him, turning to look at the attractive blond man sitting on the stretcher.
"Who are you?" she and stunned blue eyed man asked each other in unison.
"Aiber, Rose. Rose, Aiber," L hurriedly introduced. He eyed Sachi appreciatively as she sat in his lap with her arms around his neck. "What are you wearing?"
"Something I will never wear again," she murmured, grabbing the sheet off of Aiber and covering her body with it.
"I don't know," he murmured, attempting to pull down the sheet to look at her body. He smiled when she slapped his hand playfully. "Under certain circumstances it could be quite – "
"NO! Under no circumstances will you see me in this after tonight – ever."