Shut Up Matsuda and Speak
"I'm not kidding, Ryuzaki…You should seriously consider going to a professional hospital" Matsuda was at L's side, making sure that if he were to lose balance, he would be there to catch him.
"Didn't I tell you to go home?" Ryuzaki muttered under his breath eyeing him with an almost annoyed tinge in his expression.
Matsuda shook his head. "I want to be here to make sure I don't come back here in the morning and find you dead on the floor or something. Please go to a hospital, you're making me nervous." Ryuzaki lost footing and he practically slipped, however Matsuda went to his side quicker than lightning.
"If I go to a hospital," L began as Matsuda was helping him up, "I would have to show them my medical history, therefore causing me to reveal my real name." His eyes closed shut in pain, and Matsuda gave a look of curiosity.
"What is it?" He asked.
"Nothing…it's just now I have a pain in my side." Ryuzaki gripped Matsuda's arm tightly. Whatever it was that was inflicting pain had to be serious. "Maybe I do need your companionship for today."
Matsuda was quiet helping L now. They were really close to reaching the elevator. Sometimes the two of them would stumble due to Ryuzaki's lack of balance but Matsuda didn't mind. He wanted to be of some use because he felt that during their investigations he wasn't able to contribute much. Everyone probably thought of him as the apathetic person in the corner who couldn't do anything right. Matsuda also resented being an amateur private investigator sometimes but then he'd negotiate and convince himself that if he didn't do it, he would have never got the thrilling suspenseful times of his life. He always wanted to be a private investigator but he was just not as qualified as he wanted to be.
"Ryuzaki?" He asked somewhat timid. "Are you ever going to tell us your real name?"
L just stared at his comrade for a minute, but as he saw Matsuda get a little hesitant to what he just said, L just smiled and replied. "When we detain and arrest the rudimentary Kira, I will see then whether I am willing to divulge my name to our current team. It all depends on the safety status though."
Matsuda blinked. "How can you be so sure we will ever catch Kira? I think you're overestimating our standards-
"Well if we never have a positive perspective on the actions we decide to take, you're right. We will never get anywhere with those kind of accusations." He let Matsuda press the button to the elevator seeing that he had a limited amount of strength then gasped in yet another reaction to the pain.
Matsuda loosened his grip around L thinking that it would help, but after he realised Ryuzaki was fine he looked down in shame. "I don't know about you, but I myself think I'm a little…well useless to the team."
Ryuzaki appeared to be interested now and seemed to have Matsuda's full attention. "Useless? Hmm" He put his thumb to his lip and moved his lower lip. "You think you're useless, yet you were the one who totally brought down Higuchi's full reputation, telling the entire country of Japan that he should have been prosecuted as Kira. He died before we could do anything, but I'll tell you now. That day you were entirely heroic. You risked your life and if it weren't for that other day you faked your death, you wouldn't have been able to trick Higuchi with your menacing presence on TV afterwards."
The two walked into the elevator, the doors closed and the elevator shifted.
"B-b-b-b-but that's the problem…I'm bait for everything. The worm hooked to the fishing rod! If only I was the fisherman at least once I would feel I'm actually doing my job. Uh…Not literally but just metaphorically speaking. But I thought that maybe-
"Your time will come, just give yourself a few more weeks and eventually something courageous will go straight you." Ryuzaki assured him. "However, currently our investigation is nowhere close to being violent, so if you're looking for a fight you should become a boxer or something."
Matsuda blushed, and gave a distorted look on his face. "I don't want to become a boxer! You have to be built to do stupid things like that! I resent what I said…Don't think I want to be the next sumo wrestler either." He waved his hands.
Ryuzaki nodded his head. "I see. You explain to me very clearly that you don't want that." He looked up at the screen as it said they were passing the fifty-second level. "Tell me…does Light Yagami know that I'm ill?"
Matsuda thought for a moment then put a brightened look on his face as if he just remembered. "Light wasn't there when you told us to leave. So I text messaged him saying that you were sick but I also told him that I could take it from here and that he didn't need to come."
Ryuzaki tilted his head, making his hair fall in front of his face. From what Matsuda could see, he was smiling bitterly. "Good. I believe I can use this as an advantage over Light. It will allow me to see Light's inner feelings and thoughts due to my illness."
"What do you mean?"
"It means I can get a reaction from him and that leads to revealing the true Light-San. Whether he is Kira or not. If you're confused, just watch me on the camera's tomorrow in the room we are about to go to. You have my permission to spy on us."
There was a 'ding' and the doors of the elevator slide open. They were on the seventy-fifth floor now and even though they were practically at their final destination, not one of them moved an inch.
"Spy on you? What are you planning to do Ryuzaki? I can't believe you still think that-
"Please help me get out of the elevator." Ryuzaki's nails sunk deep into Matsuda's arm, partially because of his annoyance and because he was feeling nauseous. Matsuda had no choice but to follow L's orders. Matsuda put Ryuzaki's arm across his shoulder and dragged him out into a giant room. He looked around and saw that there were no walls (with the exception of one) but windows and the entire city view was spread out below them. Matsuda was absorbed by the city lights and not much of the room itself.
"Wow, this is your room?" He inquired noticing a very plain bed against one of the windows. There was a very small amount of furniture in the room, but there were numerous cords sprawled on the floor hooked up to tons of computers, screens and other devices. There were a few chairs as well.
"Yes, this is my room. I don't spend much time in it though. This is the first time I've been here since last week." He, without the help of Matsuda moved to the bed and lied down. "Watari should be here soon with the shinigami."
"Do you want me to tuck you in?"
Ryuzaki gave Matsuda an evil look then answered. "No." And pulled the covers over himself. "You're a freak." He turned his body to face away from Matsuda. "You can entertain me in some way though if it's necessary. I'm not the type who falls asleep instantly."
Matsuda pulled up a chair and sat beside L's bed. "Ok, I take it I'm boring. So whatever I say will put you to sleep?"
"Yah…sure…whatever." L muttered into his pillow.
"Well if this interests you, the screen over there," Matsuda said pointing to one of the screens hanging over the room, "shows Aizawa banging on the front door of this building like a crazy lunatic."
"Hello?! Isn't anybody in there?" Aizawa shouted, knowing that no matter how much he pounded on the bullet proof glass doors, or shouted his guts out, no one would hear him or take any recognition. They would have to see him on the security camera's to open the door for him.
But no matter what happened, today would still be a truly bad day. They still didn't find Kira, Ryuzaki was sick, Aizawa came home to find his wife was cheating on him, he's surely getting a divorce, his child was in tears and on his way here, his car stalled.
"Stupid corolla…" Aizawa muttered under his breath, after a final bang on the doors. "Yuriko, damn you for buying me that car! To think that was actually a gift showing that you loved me!" He was so fed up he kicked a pop can that was being blown by the wind. It rolled back to him after, so he picked it up and threw it at the building, which backfired and hit him back in the face. "Shit." He yelled rubbing the part of his face that was hit.
Three minutes passed and he decided it was no use. He sat down on the sidewalk putting his hands in his pockets in reaction to the cold and watched the snowflakes fall down. It was amazing how little tiny frozen pieces of evaporated water could calm you so much. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes. "Yumi, forgive me." He said.
"You're upset, why?" A soothing voice asked him, shocking him slightly. He forced his eyes opened and stared straight into the eyes of the Shinigami, Rem. She must have heard him and dissipated through the walls.
"You again? I thought you had better things to do, like killing more people for instance. Can't you see that it's non of your business?" He crossed his arms and looked away in dismay. She on the other hand had looked taken aback.
"It's not my choice to kill people. It is my purpose as of yours to have children. I did not choose to be a shinigami."
"Well then… we seem, to have the same problem." He looked back at her sternly. "If I had a choice I wouldn't be human. I would kill myself now if it weren't for my daughter. She needs me though and I can't risk her growing up alone."
"What happened then?" Rem asked again.
Aizawa fell silent. The shinigami didn't have to know, but for some reason if he told her, he would feel a lot better. Why, though? "I came home to find my wife was in bed with another man." He forced himself to say. "Maybe because he's older. Maybe he has more money or maybe he just has class. I don't know and I don't care anymore. She can have him if she wants. Though I'm worried for my daughter Yumi. I hear a lot of bad stories about children suffering their parents getting divorced. I just always wanted her to lead a happy successful life, and now it's ruined."
Rem's expression did not change. "I'm surprised." She said. "You didn't kill them."
Aizawa laughed. "Kill them? God no. Why would I ever do a thing like that?"
"You may be laughing now, but don't. Because there are many cases where the husband kills their wife after hearing he's been cheated on. I've seen it for myself. So many deaths."
Aizawa nodded his head seriously. "Hmm. I see. But that contradicts the death note. Isn't it true that shinigami's plus Death Note users write down causes of death for everyone? Why would you feel affection for the people you wrote down in your-?
"Not all deaths are written in notebooks. We may be able to control people's way of dying, but we can't control personality. It is true that we can occasionally order someone to kill someone else by writing it in the Death Note, but most murders are done by people's instinct, not by us writing their names down."
"So then that must mean war is a crises for you guys, because so many people are dying spontaneously without any of you shinigami getting extended life spans because you are not writing any of these people's names down."
Rem bowed her head. "Yes. It is sad to see people do such dire things. I admire you for not doing anything of the sort."
Aizawa gave yet another laugh. "I would have to suffer great consequences if I did anything like that." He stood up trying to ignore the frost stinging his face now, after being outside for so long and peered through the doors once again.
"You're child, is she…pretty?" Rem queried shyly.
Aizawa turned back to face Rem curiously. "Why do you ask?"
"In the shinigami world we had a choice billions of years ago. We could have had children, but wither away after so many years or we could live for eternity but endure having no children. At the time, we were greedy and didn't realise that having eternal life was just a waste of time, instead of passing new ideas to generation after generation after generation. Now, all the shinigami do is gamble. We don't eat, we don't bother growing crops. Our world is a wasteland and we are the cockroaches who crawl all over it."
"Sounds like you don't like your world much." Aizawa pointed out.
"I just envy people who enjoy having children." Rem stated.
"Sorry, I never caught your name." Aizawa murmured.
"My name is Rem."
"Nice to meet you Rem."
After saying that, the doors of L's skyscraper opened. And there stood Matsuda along with Watari. "Sorry it took so long." Matsuda said. "I had to come down like seventy five flights of stairs and by the time I came down, Watari insisted on making a cup of green tea for you guys…"
"Ah of course, cause don't we all know that a cup of tea solves everything, even if you are feeling the urge to punch Matsuda's face in, after leaving me in the freezing cold for so f-ing long."
Ryuzaki stared back up at the ceiling. He was feeling better now that he was lying down. Matsuda left trying to get Aizawa in, and he guessed Watari changed his course after finding out that one of the investigators were left outside in the freezing cold. Wherever the shinigami was, it didn't matter. The good thing was he was alone, and that's all that counted.
"Uh oh…I'm alone. That is what matters." He reconsidered. Staring back at the elevator doors, as if he was waiting for someone to appear any second. 'Light' He thought. 'I forgot about handcuffing the both of us together…oh well. Maybe tomorrow.' He slouched back into his bed relaxing a little. The room was very silent. 'No wonder I hate sleeping. It's all so very boring.'
He sat back up and looked behind him through the massive window, staring at all the little dots of light that were supposedly cars below, passing streets. You had to admit, Ryuzaki's room was probably the greatest view of the city but Ryuzaki really didn't care. Any view was all the same to him, it was how many observations you could make by looking at the view that counted. After solving so many crimes, he began to formulate a habit, watching people through windows. Not as a peeping tom, but just as a detective. Every so often he would catch someone doing suspicious actions. And thanks to the pair of binoculars underneath his bed he could see it all.
He took a look at one of the buildings below and pulled out the binoculars underneath his bed to peer through. "How peculiar." He whispered to himself. "That woman never usually sets dinner for two…"
A sound interrupted him, making him jump and immediately shove the binoculars under his pillow. But it was only a cell phone ringing. His cell phone. He sighed in relief and retrieved it, opening it up and holding it to his ear in his obscure manner. "Hello?" He asked politely.
"Ryuzaki…" The voice answered. "You are speaking to Matt and Mello."
I'll have the next chapter posted soon it's just currently I have no time just yet. Please write a Review!