I was packing bras when Matusda knocked on my door.

"Come in." I sighed.

"It's just me." He replied.

"Hi Matsu."

He walked in and held up one of my bras, putting it on his head.

"Hey look! I'm a Russian tank commander!"

"You're not funny Matusda." I said under a laugh.

"Then why are you laughing?"

Before I could answer, he ran out of the room to show everyone with me screaming on his tail.

"Hey look everyone! I'm a Russian tank commander!"

I ran right into Matsuda, knocking myself over, too embarrassed to get up since everyone was laughing.

"Is that Tsukiko's bra?" I heard L ask.

"Yeah, don't I look good?"

"Would you like me to kill him?" Malak asked, who had been quiet for a while.

"No!" I said, getting up and reaching to snatch my bra back, only to find that L had in his hands, or rather his fingertips.

"32C?" He read, completely confused.

"GIVE ME THAT!!" I screeched, trying to take it from him.

Instead, Light took it and modeled with it, to everyone's delight. I ran over the situation in my head and laugh hysterically, realizing that I was making a huge deal out of nothing.

"God, Tsukiko I haven't heard you laugh like that in…months."

"I know, there just hasn't been much room for humor in the last few months, you know?"

"Can I talk to you in your room, mistress?" Malak asked.

I took my bra back from Light and smiled.

"Alright, I'm going to finish packing, so leave me alone everyone."

L nodded and I went back my room with Malak and continued packing.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"Well, I'd like to finish packing before tomorrow." I replied.

"No, the cocaine. Why would you do something so idiotic?"

"I don't know Malak, I'm still slightly addicted. I can't escape unless L and I go to rehab."

"Must he go with you?"

"Yes, I looked it up and they offer a room for a significant other that is either an addict or a means of rehab."

He nodded, but I knew he still didn't understand. I went over to my laptop and pulled up Suite: Judy Blue Eyes by Crosby, Stills and Nash, singing quietly while packing.

Something inside
is telling me that I've got your secret
Are you still listening?
Fear is the lock
And laughter the key to your heart
And I love you

I am yours
You are mine
You are what you are
You make it hard

I rubbed my shaved head and cried silently. I was ashamed that I had let it come this far and this drastically. I heard another knock on the door, but this time it was Misa.

"I know you didn't want to be bothered, but I bought a little something for you."

She held up a wig and I could have died. It looked just like my old hair. I put it on and Misa helped straighten it out.

"There. All better." She cooed.

I hugged her tightly and thanked her profusely. She left me to my packing and Malak stroked it with his claws.

"Why would you wear fake hair?" He asked.

"Because I'm bald and I don't like being bald." I sighed in response.

"Humans.." He sighed and shook his head.

"You'll never understand us." I chuckled.

I finished with my packing and walked out where everyone awed.

"You look good." L whispered.

"Thank you. I also want to apologize to everyone about what happened. I'm ashamed of myself for letting it get this far and what I have done to all of you. A simple 'sorry' won't cut it, I know, but--"

"Going to rehab will." Soichiro added.

"Yeah," I said with a smile, "I just don't want to fall into that habit again."

"As long as I'm alive, I won't let you." L replied with a half smile.

"Aww, group hug!" Matsuda squealed.

"Oh hell no, you do that and--"

Too late. Damn them all!

"Alright Tsukiko, get to bed. We have to get up early tomorrow to catch our flight."

"You got it." I replied and went back to my room.

I stared at my death note in my drawer, wondering what I should do with it. I turned to Malak, who gave no indication of what I should do, so with my heart racing I picked it up and opened it to the first page. I went over the rules again, just to be sure and I furiously wrote the name 'Eric Dwyer', the American doctor who had raped me so long ago. His face rushed through my brain and my eyes, the way his face looked when he was enjoying my pain and screaming. I put my pen down and turned on my TV, watching Sakura news, which seemed to be the place to look for Kira related crimes. I watched as Eric Dwyer's face appeared and I ran screaming into the next room.

"Hurry! Turn on the TV to Sakura News!"

They switched it on and I watched, trying not to laugh, at Eric's face plastered on this God-forsaken channel. They mentioned how he was wanted for rape, sexual assault and other various charges, and everyone stayed in tune, except for Light. He gave me a sideways glance and gave me a doesn't-it-feel-good-to-kill-the-ones-who-deserve-to-die look. He was right.

It felt so damn good.