"You're kidding me, Matt!"
"No, I'm not." He folded his arms, stubborn.
"I can't believe you left your jacket in the hotel room! It's almost two in the morning! We can't go get it back!"
"But I'll never see it again if I don't. And it's not my jacket, anyway. L will kill me." He wobbled, falling back against my door for support.
I crawled out of bed and grabbed my shirt. "Fine. But don't blame me if we get kicked out of the hotel."
He stuck his tongue out at me.
...
"Misa...Miiiiiisaaaaa....come out, come out, wherever you are..."
It was his voice that woke me up at a quarter past two in the morning. I rolled over, my head hitting Hal's, and I tumbled backwards, reeling from the headbonk. I could just make out Light's silhouette in the doorway, a broad smile across his face.
"Let's see...is Misa in this bed?"
I heard covers rustling.
"I guess not. Is Misa in THIS bed?"
More rustling, this time coming closer and closer to the bed I was in. I sunk lower beneath the sheets, pressing a trembling hand to my forehead.
Why me?
Why does it have to be me?
Two hands wrapped themselves around my hips. "Found you," he murmured.
I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming and prayed that Hal would wake up. But she just snuggled deeper into the blankets and snored softly.
My mind flashed to the cold-eyed blond from earlier that evening. There was no Mello to save me now.
One of Light's hands curled around my throat and the other dragged me out of bed by my hair. I thrashed against him, but he chuckled, as though I were nothing more than a disobedient child.
"Make a single noise and I promise this'll hurt more than it has to."
I sucked in air sharply. What did he want, anyway? And what did he want that he couldn't get from Weddy?
Using something like a headlock, he pulled me into the hall closet and swung the door shut behind him.
"Now, let's have some fun."
...
"I swear to God, Matt," I mumbled, slumping against the wall as Matt knocked on the hotel room's door.
He burped. "Sorreh, Mel. I'll make it up to you."
I pulled a chocolate bar from my pocket and unwrapped it as we both waited for an answer.
When the door finally swung open, I heard Matt gasp.
Misa Amane leaned against the wall, one hand wrapping her bathrobe around her trembling body. Blood ran in rivulets down her legs. Her face was chalky white, eyes glazed over.
"Misa? Are you alright?" I took a step forward.
A smile crossed her lips–a sick, twisted smile–and she shook her head as she slid to the ground.
"Jesus." I dropped down next to her and rolled her over, gently tugging at the fabric of her bathrobe. My stomach tightened as I pulled the robe open.
She wore nothing under the terrycloth. Bruises inked her arms, legs, ribs, and stomach. Scratches marred the whiteness of her chest and neck. It was horrible.
"Who did this to you, Misa?" I whispered.
"L...Li...Light," she stammered, eyes unfocused.
"Light. Guy from before?"
A barely perceptible nod.
I was shaking with anger as I got to my feet. I had seen this happen to so many people in my line of business, and it infuriated me that fellows like Light thought they could do anything to a girl and get away with it.
That SOB was about to get his nuts ripped off and crammed up his ass.
...
It's black all around me.
That's okay. Black is good.
Black is peaceful.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder if I'm dead. Hell, it could happen, couldn't it? People get raped and die all the time.
Rape.
That's such a nasty word.
I burrow further into the blackness, trying to push it out of my mind.
It was my first time in that hotel room closet.
But does your first time really count for anything if it was done against your will?
Shit, what do I know?
And what is this blackness...
I remember little snatches of things. Light's calm, dark eyes, cold and disengaged.
Another pair of eyes, blue as the sky and cold too, only cold with rage. Two slender hands on each side of my face, wiping away my tears. A figure in black, lifting me up.
What would Rico do if he found out about what Light had done to me?
He would probably beat the shit out of him. I mean, he said he had a daughter. He must be a really good father, then, to be working at a job where all you do all day is beat people up.
I know that must sound insane, but you know how in those assassin movies, the daddy assassin always does it to protect his kids?
Maybe Rico's doing it for that reason.
Not that Rico's an assassin or anything. Heh.
Well now, not only am I talking to myself, I still have no idea where I am, or why it's black all around me.
Maybe I should ask why.
...
She's sleeping. That's probably for the best.
I sat by the side of my bed and watched her, head in my hands as she twisted and turned beneath the covers. Sometimes she whimpered, as though she was having a nightmare, and I was tempted to wake her up.
But I knew she should just sleep.
Her lips were still that maddening red, her eyelashes pitch black, her hair the color of cornsilk. She's like one of those modern art paintings with the colors all enhanced. It's a bit dizzying to look at her, frankly, but it's just as fascinating.
I didn't know watching someone sleep could be so absorbing.
We didn't call the police. Matt and I knew an interrogation would only result in questions about why we were there in the middle of the night, and I don't think they would believe our reason, however true it may have been.
But I could still smile, remembering the beating I got to give that Light asshole.
When you work in the business I work for, you get used to beating people up. Which is why Mr. I-shit-dollar-bills was so surprised when I knocked out a couple of teeth.
I might even have broken his nose.
Sucker.
A/N: So, how did you like this chapter? I tried to make it nice and long. I hope it didn't come out completely retarded, because I kind of wrote it on a sugar rush :P. Anyways, R&R! Your reviews are what keep me going!