"Stay with me." The plea was only a breath in my ear. I could feel heat all around me, invading me in such a torturously sweet way. My fingers gripped the sheets at my side. Kisses peppered my face and neck. I looked into the face above me framed by messy ebony hair. I could feel tears sliding down my cheeks as I tried to agree. I could feel the moisture we were creating. I saw the desperation in those beautiful eyes and choked on my words.

Only a word. But it stuck in my throat as a wave of pleasure hit me.

But my euphoria came to an end when the face above me morphed into the wickedly grinning visage of Light Yagami. The gentle atmosphere became suffocating. He leaned down to whisper harshly in my ear. "You are MINE!"

I jolted out of bed, rushing to the shower. I didn't wait for the water to regulate itself or even to fully strip. I sat there, in fetal position, holding my knees to my torso with both arms and hiding my face in my knees, under the hot spray of water, paying no mind to the discomfort of the scalding water, still in my soaking wet clothes. I didn't cry. I just sat there, trying to sort out my muddled thoughts.

A quiet knock on the bathroom door alerted me to my surroundings. "Reiko-san. Is everything okay?" I recognized the voice to be Matsuda's.

"I'll be okay. Please close the door on your way out." My voice sounded dead, even to my ears as water pounded on my shoulders.

"O-okay..." I could hear him leave, shutting the door to my room.

I stayed under the spray for a little longer before quickly stripping. I found the complementary soaps on the built in shelf, and began to scrub myself down with a rag until my skin was raw. I knew my hyper-awareness would bite me in the ass when I tried to dry off. After I was done thoroughly cleansing my body, I grabbed the shampoo and began to scrub my scalp relentlessly. I finally stopped when the water began to carry a pink tint. I rinsed myself in lukewarm water, and turned off the comforting spray. I could feel the raw wounds in my scalp throbbing. I waited aa bit in the tub, careful to wring out my clothes and drape them over the rod.

Stepping out of the bathroom, completely nude to avoid aggravating sensations on my skin just yet, I walked into my room to get dressed. I decided to wear my white shirt and my jeans.

I slid my black hoody over my head, neglecting my hair altogether, and walked out of my room, pulling my hood up. I noticed that the clock on the wall read 9:15 am.

"Would you like breakfast? You can order room service if you like." Watari spoke up. I could tell it wasn't really a suggestion though. Obediently, I looked through the menu, aware of calculating eyes watching me.

I frowned at the choices on the menu, and pulled out and opened a box of milk flavored pocky and began nibbling on a stick. I could feel a stern gaze on my back and quickly decided on chocolate chip pancakes. As I ordered in full detail, I saw a flash of want in Ryuzaki's eyes. "...Make that two orders please." He immediately looked away. I heard Watari chuckle.

It took about thirty minutes before the food was brought up to the room. I ate my plate in silence. I quickly added my empty plate to the cart and started to make my way out.

"Where are you going?" Ryuzaki called to me.

"I have a case to hand in." I answered calmly.

"Take Matsui with you." I looked over at him and stared for a moment, remembering the better half of my dream, and had to avert my eyes. It wasn't that I was embarrassed, but it was harder to ignore my feelings, looking into his eyes.

"Hurry up, then." I waltzed out the door, carrying the negatives, and the written file in my pack. I heard Matsuda shout for me to hold up as he tripped over himself to follow me. I paused out of pity. When he finally caught up, I glanced up at him. "You can't catch up easily with someone of my size?" I smirked.

"N-no, it's not that! I just wasn't expecting to be volunteered." He smiled.

"Hmmm. Hurry along, I want to be away from the masses quickly. I slid on glasses with the wrong prescription, and ear buds to block out any sound except my own music. "Keep in mind, I have these on to avoid sensory overload, If I seem agitated, grab my hood and maneuver me to a less populated area." I spoke in a low tone. "And do your best to tail me inconspicuously instead of walking by me." I pulled my hood down, and put my hair in a messy bun held together by a pen I had snagged from the room.

I exited the department building, stuffing my check in my bag. I noted Matsuda coming out, looking rather pleased at speaking to his work buddies.

I had turned my music down very low, to avoid any accidents, and it was probably a good thing I did, because I heard the cocking of a gun behind me. I stopped in my tracks. "You. You're the one who got my brother locked up!" I heard a desperate voice behind me. I slowly turned, my hands up in the air, to see a scrawny middle aged man. Balding, hasn't shaved in a few weeks, or bathed, also carries the stench of heroin, stained clothing, bags under eyes, gun exclusive to XXX gang: I busted his brother for the huge chop shop last week.

"Sir, are you planning on killing me in front of the police station?" I made sure Matsuda saw my predicament.

"Shut the fuck up, you little bitch, I-" His hateful slurring was stopped by a bullet going through his right shoulder "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He gripped his shoulder. Officers began spilling out of the department, pointing their gun.

"He was threatening to shoot her. He was obviously on something, and agitated. I aimed for the shoulder so I didn't kill him..." I could hear Matsuda speaking to another officer. I quickly began walking away after I gave my statement. "Look I gotta go. I'm a bit late." He quickly made his excuses as he hurried after me. I quickly pulled my hood up, and managed to make it back to the hotel lobby, head down, and into the closest empty elevator. "Hey! Hold on!" He managed to make it to the elevator just after it began closing. I hit the button to open the doors until he made it in, then pushed the button to shut the door.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

I looked up at him, only to see him withdraw from me. "It's been a bad day." I kept my voice even.

The elevator dinged for our floor, and I exited the elevator, and power walked to the door to the suite. I slid my card, and entered, watching the other members of the NPA stare at me in horror.

"Reiko. You have a bit of'-" I cut Soichiro off.

"Blood on my face. I know." I made my way to my room, pulling off my black hoody and switching my jeans to a pair of pajama pants, and approached the bathroom sink to wash my face.

"Had a bad day?" Ryuzaki murmured.

I stared into the mirror, seeing a stranger again. It still felt unreal.

"You know... I suspect you of being Kira. It's only one percent, but you are still a suspect." He tried to get a rise out of me.

"I could prove right here and now, that I'm not Kira, but I'll leave it for a day that I feel like opening that can of worms." I covered my eyes, and moved back to my bed. "For now, I'm going to get some sleep. Or try. So if you don't mind leaving, I would be grateful." I listened as he padded out of my room, and shut my door. I wasn't sure when, but I fell asleep, curled around my teddy bear.