Anyways, does anyone feel like FF has froze? I dunno, feels that way to me. But the world is spinning, so... *Dramatic Penguin Here* Mm, I just died. Homework is holding me hostage, help!

AHHH I'M SO SORRY! -_- *Long Face*

This is chapter of TPY, following after Jace was put in containment. I'm tired today, today was a very dramatic day. So, warning - Rated IDK for Randomness.

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Death Note. Rights go towards respected owners.

A little of bad words.

She sat in the chair, her wings cramped. She blew more hair away from her lips, seeing as it annoyed her. Her eyes were itching, they hadn't removed the blindfold, and she feared for what would come next. Hearing her name with a synthetic voice again, she moped.

Over the past few days/weeks she had come to the conclusion that she officially couldn't trust L/Ryuga. He may have been her half, but that didn't mean she would bend anything just to comply with him. Her stomach rumbled softly, she knew it had been more than 2 days, for she was starving.

Hearing a small click, a synthetic voice came out into the room once again. She rolled her eyes underneath the fold, not wanting to deal with his constant persistence for her to reveal that she is Kira. She wasn't, so she hadn't yet- nor would she ever, actually. Sighing, she clicked her tongue waiting for his pestering words.

"Miss Jace. I would like to speak to you outside your confinement." she was shocked, was she hearing right? She could hear the shuffling of footsteps, and a faint click was followed. Feeling something fall off her face, she opened her eyes only to meet a bright light. Blinking, the light had dimmed down to reveal a smiling man.

He went to remove the cuffs around her hands, as she remained silent. She felt like a child, having to be handled this way. She stood up, stretching, and then sent a grateful smile at the man. He nodded at her, holding his arm out as an escort.

It was quite awkward, but she accepted the silence until they reached a room. The man pushed open the door, and she noticed "Ryuga" as he was, slouching in a chair. She stood there, waiting for any sounds or movements.

"Ah, sit down, Jace." he said, turning towards her. She ached, but stayed poise, not wanting to show any signs of weakness. She stared at the couch before turning back to him.

"Ryuga?" she yelped, pointing a finger accusingly at him. She decided to go with the 'I'm not a smart-ass' facade, and not the 'I knew it'. He seemed to have seen through this however, and sighed.

"There's no need to play games, Miss Jace, I realize you know I am L by now." he said, sipping at his tea, "But please refrain from calling me that. I'd like it if you referred to me as Ryuzaki instead." she sighed, pulling her hand to her side.

"Alias..." she mumbled, "Well, you wanted to talk to me?" she asked remaining standing. He didn't question her actions, but instead dove straight for the heart. He looked at her, observing her movements before speaking.

"I ... believe you're not Kira." he said, turning his head towards the screen as if embarrassed. She raised an eyebrow, was he egotistic such as? Or was it just normal for him to admit he was wrong. "I was wrong, I apologize."

Though his voice was monotone, and didn't really sound believable, but she took the bait. Hook, line, and sinker. Sighing, she only nodded allowing him to speak again. While he spoke, she let her wings stretch out, fluttering behind her.

Papers behind her flipped, and she turned to look at them, a faint trace of blush on her cheeks. Damn! She didn't mean to flap that strong. L- Ryuzaki looked at the papers confused, the air conditioning wasn't on and none of the windows were open (which he preferred).

"Well, yes, will you help me?" he asked, looking at her. She shrugged, taking a few moments to think it over. She was also thinking about the risks, and how her secret could get out...

"I guess. But does that mean I have to go by an alias? And am I free to... you know... go? Or do I have to stay here, trapped." she asked, hoping Jace was good enough. He looked at her, thinking over it. He paused, before speaking.

"If you would like to. I would prefer it, but if you do not, please do not hand out your whole name." he said, giving her a limited amount of freedom with that. "You'll be staying here, however, under surveillance. We'll be moving to a permanent base soon, and you'll be able to preoccupy your own floor there. For now, you'll remain in one of the room's here, all your necessities have already been taken care of."

Watari, who she had learned was his name, came back to escort her to her room. As they walked along the halls, she couldn't help but think; this is going to be one hell of a case.

I can't... write... anymore... I just can't. I'm so sorry.. -_- I'm to tired to even lift another finger. I blame my school! *Terror* Bye, Lovelies.