A.N: Yay :D So glad people like it so far! Hope this chappy doesn't disappoint! Thank you for all the wonderful reviews!

Disclaimer: Don't own Death Note. And my sister, Starkit (check out her account for awesomeness) helped me brainstorm possibilities. I'll tell you with what at the end, so I don't spoil you :P

Chapter 2

The first thing Light became aware of, as he ascended from the depths of drug-induced sleep, was the cramped and achy feeling coursing through his body. He forced his eyes open, groaning at the strange fog that filled his brain. Despite his hazy mind, he forced himself to focus.

Where was he? All he could see was a wall, which was bland and not too far away, suggesting the room was quite small. He looked up and saw three cameras directed at him from different angles. As for himself...

He looked down, fearful of what he would see... and felt dread fill his being. It looked suspiciously like the contraption L had had Misa in. His outfit seemed to be nothing but a long white dress-gown, going to his knees. It didn't feel like he was wearing underwear... A straightjacket held his arms firmly across his chest, and his feet were strapped apart and to the edges of the bottom of the device he was bound to.

Multiple straps kept him attached to the upright contraption. One went across his stomach, painful as it pressed into bound arms, and another over his knees. Yet another crossed over his hips. He fidgeted, just to test the binds, and could only move an inch or so one way or the other.

The last thing he remembered was being chained to his and L's bed, and a needle being stuck in his arm when he once again refused to tell L anything.

Brilliant plan, Light. It seems he's really going to go all out this time... Just as that thought filled his mind, the sound of a door opening filled the air. Light took in the soft padding of feet against concrete, soon looking into a pair of obsidian eyes. "L," he greeted, managing to keep the waver from his voice.

Nervous as he was, it was beneath him to succumb, especially before anything had even been done to him. He was God. He could stand a bit of bondage. A hand reached out, fingers running down Light's face, and the genius tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

"Where is the second notebook?"

Light's smirk came with ease, despite the situation. A smirk always seemed to be trying to take over, no matter the situation. After all, a god should be able to be above any situation, and he was just that. "You seriously believe I'd just tell you?"

L's eyes would have been unreadable if Light hadn't spent months chained to the detective. As it stood, he could detect the disappointment from the now-chewed-on thumb and narrowing eyes. "This is your last chance. Tell me where the notebook is, or be tortured."

Light merely raised a brow. L left the teenager's sight . "Alright. Light-kun asked for it." Light tensed, waiting anxiously for the detectives return...

...and heard the door open and shut. He opened eyes he hadn't realized he had shut. Was that it? No, L would come back. And when he did, Light would wish the death he couldn't manage to inflict upon the detective.

L watched Light over the video feed, taking in the unfocused eyes. Undoubtedly, Light was lost in some rambling thought or another. He lifted his thumb to his mouth, idly chewing on it. How was he going to get the murderer to talk? Oh, he had plenty of ideas. He was just wondering on the best way to employ them, the best order... which ones would work best on the stubborn teen?

"Ryuuzaki!"

L cast his eyes towards Aizawa, who had rushed into the main headquarters room. "Have you managed to retrieve Amane Misa?"

"No. We can't find her anywhere. It's like she just disappeared!"

L stared. L blinked. He was tempted to give a stupid, What? but instead settled for the more intelligent, "Did you question her friends? Coworkers? Neighbors?"

"Yeah. We talked to everyone. Her neighbors said they had seen her arrive home yesterday. One said they saw her leave with a suitcase and just figured she had gone to stay at a hotel close to some photoshoot she was taking. But her manager said Misa hadn't shown up for work this morning, and hotel records don't show her name."

Slowly, somehow, the information processed. Amane Misa had eluded capture. Why had they not grabbed her last night? He had been so focused on Light... so focused on catching the arrogant, gorgeous killer... He had figured Misa would be too stupid to evade them.

Still, the chances of that idiot managing to stay hidden forever were a mere 3%, and that was counting in possibilities of suicide or fleeing the country, in which case she wasn't to be too worried about. "Keep looking. Knowing her, she'll leave some kind of obvious evidence soon enough. She might even attempt to save Light-kun. We can catch her then."

Aizawa nodded. "Should we inform Yagami-san about this?"

"Merely tell him Amane Misa has gone missing. Request for him to put Misa on the wanted list for the police. I'm sure he can make up an excuse," said L.

Matsuda sighed. "Must be hard for the chief... Are you sure it was the right thing, forcing him off of the team?"

Mogi placed a hand on Matsuda's shoulder. "You saw him when he saw the clip. He became homicidal. If he got the chance, he would kill Light and then himself."

Matsuda offered a weak, forced smile. "Yeah. You're right." He glanced around, eyes widening sightly. "Have you seen the shinigami? She's been gone for a while now."

L paused in placing sugar cubes into his coffee. Indeed, the shinigami had gone missing...

Misa turned so her back was facing the mirror, looking slightly over her shoulder. She pouted despite herself, looking up at Rem. "Am I still pretty?" Her hair, died the usual brown of Japanese citizens, had even been cut. It was now more choppy, only going to her shoulders. She had switched her favored gothic lolita for jeans and t-shirts.

Once Light became God, she could switch back to her preferred style. Until then, she would have to make a few sacrifices.

"I don't think of humans in terms of 'attraction'," said Rem. At Misa's continued pout, Rem added, "You don't look any better or worse than before."

Misa shrugged, looking into her reflected brown eyes. She looked like an entirely different person. Even as the idol she was, no one would recognize her.

She reflected back to last night. Rem had appeared, and informed Misa of Light's capture. Misa had, naturally, flipped out. She had wanted to go rescue Light immediately. Rem had convinced her otherwise, though, and helped Misa come up with a plan.

Misa had killed a rapist, with the notebook Rem had led her to in the forest (she had been quite busy last night, to say the least). Then she had taken over the man's apartment. Now she was searching for a fellow Kira follower to help her. She would need someone brilliant and utterly dedicated to Kira. Someone that could come up with the plan that eluded her.

She entered the pizza-and-soda-can littered living room, turning on the TV and settling down on the creaky couch. She flipped through the channels, pausing when she heard the words, "...believe that Kira is justice." The tone was filled with such truth, she felt an instant draw to the man. Using her shinigami eyes, she took in the black-haired, glasses-clad man's name. Mikami Teru? She'd research him first, to see if he had the smarts as well as the devotion. If so, she couldn't wait to meet him.

Light finally allowed his eyes to drift shut, after hours of doing nothing but thinking.

A loud, shrill sound filled the air, jerking the brunette awake with a gasp. He glanced around, trying to find the source of the sound, but it had already stopped. He glared at the wall, before gently closing his eyes once more...

Beeeeep! Beeeepppp! The sound, loud and impossible to ignore, caused his eyes to snap open once more. Damnit, L. Seriously? Sleep deprivation?

Not to mention his stomach was growling. Stupid mortal body. He may be a god in spirit, heart, and mind, but his body remained human. His limbs now ached constantly, cramped and painful in their forced positions.

L hadn't returned yet, and Light found himself teetering between gratefulness and disappointment. The last thing he wanted was some kind of horrific torture, but being left to the imagination and ramblings of his mind was a torture in itself. He couldn't stop thinking of himself on death row, strapped down in the electric chair and awaiting his last moment in life. Or all the ways he might be tortured. There were so many possibilities... Was L willing to leave a mark on Light? The teen was thinking the answer was no, but then again, L was known for doing what he had to to get what he wanted.

Hypocrite. How is he any better than Kira? Light scowled at the wall before him. No, he and L were the same. The only difference was that Light cared about a clean world, and L cared about keeping himself interested. He had admitted himself that he only took cases that interested him, never stating anything about making the world a better place. That wasn't Justice. That was selfishness.

Light struggled to keep his eyes open as the morning hours slowly approached, eyes burning when the door finally opened. L approached, staring with his depthless eyes. Curiously, Light let his eyes fall shut... and, yes, the blare sounded. He peeked an eye open, letting the smirk at L's cringe appear. Ignoring his own misery, he kept his eyes closed, finally giving them their demanded reprieve. Not like it mattered with that shrill sound. His head was throbbing, and he could hardly remember why he was doing this.

Revenge on L, revenge on L, revenge on L, he mentally repeated, his only means of getting through it.

A stinging pain caused his eyes to open, and the following silence was like a god-send. He couldn't keep the relieved sigh from escaping his lips, eyes remaining open. It took him a moment to realize that the stinging sensation had been L slapping him across the face. "Bastard," he said, but his words held no bite. He was still trying to recover from the throbbing headache, exhaustion, and ringing in his ears.

"I will see to it that Light-kun is given headphones that blast on when he sleeps," said L, voice flat and unimpressed. "Or Light-kun could say where the second death note is and be allowed a life sentence."

"Never," Light replied, voice slower than he preferred. He sounded drugged... Granted, at this moment he wasn't. He was merely exhausted out of his wits. The hunger and thirst didn't help either.

As if reading his mind, L held up a plate Light had somehow not seen before now. Upon it was a strawberry cheesecake. Light should have guessed that any sustenance allowed would be in the form of a sugary treat. L raised a fork with a decent sized bite upon it, pressing it to Light's lips. The smell was delicious, of strawberry, wafting gently through the air. Light unwittingly opened his mouth, allowing the bite inside his mouth. He chewed.

And promptly went to spit it out. One hand instantly lifted to hold his jaw shut, the other raised so lithe fingers could pinch Light's nose shut. The sudden burst of saltiness made Light's eyes water. So much salt. It took over two minutes before Light relinquished and swallowed the disgusting non-sweet, soon breathing in the desired air in deep gulps.

That definitely did nothing to help his thirst.

When the second bite raised to his lips, he firmly kept said lips sealed. However, the sudden plugging of his nose didn't help, and once he opened his mouth to get a small breath, the fork was shoved inside. Such was how he was fed the entirety of the disgusting salt-thing, mouth dry and cheesecake so very difficult to swallow.

"Is Light-kun okay? He's looking a bit... thirsty."

Light shot a scowl at the detective, falling limp in bonds he had previously tensed within. "I'm not going to tell you anything."

A.N: Review, lovely peoples!

BTW, I was having the hardest time thinking up torture methods. After all, I love Light with all my heart, and when I tried to think up ways to torture him, I merely imagined him being super godly and awesome... Luckily, Starkit came to my rescue. She gave me a bunch of different ways to torture people, and even had a convo with me to help encourage me to get this next chappie out and torture my poor Light-kun :D