Ryuzaki and I went outside where they were lending surfboards and giving lessons. I glanced at some of the other people in their swimsuits. The girls looked like typical junkies with scars running up and down their arms, they were skinnier than I was and they had heavy bags under their eyes. One girl had heavier bags than Ryuzaki, which was bad. I received a questioning glance from the instructor as he saw my shackle.

"It's a safety precaution." Ryuzaki explained.

The instructor shook his head and lead us into the water. I laid down on the board and used my arms to propel myself out into the water, like the instructor was demonstrating for me. I failed several times, and on two occasions, Ryuzaki had to pull me out of the water because I was tangled in my surfboard.

(AN: With surfboards, you have to shackle this thingy to your ankle so you don't lose your board.)

"Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea that we're shackled." I laughed as I sputtered water.

"I know." He replied as he got onto his surfboard.

I rolled my eyes and climbed onto mine, and finally we caught a good wave and clumsily rode together on it.

"Kiss me!" I called over the roar of the wave.

He leaned over and kissed me, which lead to him to fall on me and we crashed together into the blue water and had to rescue each other. The instructor only came to see if I was alright.

"You know, he was hurt too." I sighed, pointing to Ryuzaki.

"Yes, but you're out first priority, darling." He said seductively.

I laughed out loud, and he gave me a strange look.

"You're hitting on an ex-drug addict? What is wrong with you, are you desperate? And can't you see I'm shackled to my boyfriend?"

We swam back to shore without the help of our instructor. We sat on the beach, dipping our toes in the warm water when it came lapping on the shore. Ryuzaki was like milk on the sand, with the way he was so pale. I wasn't much different however, because both of us were in great contrast to the sparkling blue waters of Antigua. I looked to the sky and felt the warm breeze blow across my cheeks and what was left of my hair as my thoughts wandered to Light, Soichiro, Misa and the others.

"I think I've had enough excitement today," I sighed, "Maybe we should check in with the others in Japan."

"That sounds like a good idea." Ryuzaki replied as he pulled me up.

Our chain dragged behind us as we went back into our hotel room. Ryuzaki got changed first and I went into the bathroom again when there was a knock on the door. Ryuzaki answered it, said something to the person at the door, and closed it again. I came out of the bathroom, fully changed, as he handed me some pills and a small cup of water.

"Why do I need medicine?" I asked, eyeing the pink, blue, white and beige pills.

"I thought we went over this already. You can die from the withdrawal symptoms. You will still experience some discomfort while withdrawing such as vomiting or diarrhea, but not the more severe symptoms."

I sighed and popped the pills in my mouth, chasing them down with water as Ryuzaki set up his lap top and web cam, contacting the others in Japan.

"Heyyyy L!" I heard a voice over the laptop's speakers.

"Matsuda, keep your voice down!" Ryuzaki and I said simultaneously.

"Sorry, I was just excited to hear from you guys. Where's Tsukiko?"

"Right here." I said, laying on the floor next to Ryuzaki.

Everyone waved at me, and I waved back at them, smiling and laughing. I missed them so much, and I still had twenty five days to go until I could leave. This may be the longest month of my life as Ryuzaki explained we had some things to take care of and signed off.

"What do we need to do?" I asked.

"Nothing, I just figured you wanted to watch a movie before I became wrapped up in the Kira investigation."

"Okay." I replied and dug through my suitcase and found Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

"Sweeney Todd? Could you find anything less violent?" Ryuzaki asked with a sigh.

"No, I love this movie! Plus, I love singing along with the song 'Epiphany'."

I put in the DVD player and curled into Ryuzaki, which yielded no response from him. I brushed his gesture aside and continued to watch the movie.

"I had him! His throat was bare beneath my hand. No, I had him! His throat was there and he'll never come again!"

"Easy now, hush love hush, I keep telling you, what's your rush?"

We were up to the scene where Sweeney first encounters the man who raped and led to the death of his wife, and he slipped from his blade, now he was angry. Ryuzaki finally put his arm around my shoulder, but not in the way I wanted. It was more in a comforting way rather than a cuddling way.

"Ryuzaki, if I was raped, would you kill the man who raped me?"

"Kill? No, never. Bring him to justice? Defiantly. All you need to do is not kill yourself."

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We were close to the ending of the movie, and I was leaning against the edge of the bed, waiting for the climax of the movie, where Sweeney was dancing with Mrs. Lovett. (Spoiler warning for the people who wanted to see this movie. Just skip the next few paragraphs if you haven't seen the movie.

"Come back here, I can't see the TV."

I laid down and kicked my feet, waiting for the climax. It finally came and I squealed with delight, putting my fists to my lips. The ending came soon after and Ryuzaki shut the TV and DVD player off, giving me a strange look.

"Why would you be happy about something like that?" He asked.

"She deserved it Ryuzaki. She lied to him about his wife."

"That doesn't mean she deserves death Tsukiko."

"I think she did. I would kill someone if they told me you killed yourself and I found out you were still alive, and I accidentally killed you."

"He threw her in the oven. Would you do that?"

"You bet I would."

Ryuzaki shook his head and scribbled on a sheet of paper, tucking it safely away in his pocket. I didn't bother asking about it, since he would never tell me anyway. I sat on the bed for a few minutes, trying to find something else to do. Ryuzaki got up and looked at the schedule, then sat back down in a chair in his odd, bird like manner. Our shackle clang against the bed post occasionally, but that was the only sound between us in ten minutes.

"Ryuzaki, talk to me."

"Why?"

"Because we've been quiet for ten minutes. Let's find something to talk about."

He remained silent for a few minutes, and I sighed in aggravation, laying back on the bed. I stared at the ceiling for a good five minutes before I felt a tugging on my shackle.

"Yes?" I asked, sitting up.

"Let's talk about your past, and why you turned to drugs."