The handcuff on my wrist felt tighter as Light and I sat next to L, watching him watch Misa on the television set. I tried scratching my wrist, but I couldn't reach the spot because of the cuff. I leaned against the desk, glancing over at Light who was making hand symbols to himself. I watched the sunset outside and thought how much I would love to just run away back home and forget I ever met these two. L didn't actually love me, he barely tolerated my presence. I sat on the floor, twiddling my thumbs until my tailbone began to ache.
"Ryuzaki, can I please get a chair to sit on? I think my tailbone is going to fall off." I complained.
"It's physically impossible for one's tailbone to 'fall off', but yes, you may have a seat." He replied, pulling up a roley chair.
I rolled back and forth in the chair, rolling far enough away to stretch out the chain and back again. Misa bounced down the stairs, looking for Light.
"Oh Light," She cried out in a high pitched voice, "When are you coming to bed?"
"Not now Misa. We're trying to—"
"You're always up late with this!" She whined, "You never come to bed anymore."
"Just deal with it Misa," I interjected, "You're so whiny."
With that, she let out a huff and stormed upstairs, and L and L stared at me. I ignored them and twiddled my thumbs, feeling my eyelids growing heavier. L had to sleep sometime, I thought. I remember reading somewhere that a human cannot go more than ten days without sleep or they die. So when did he sleep? Before I could ask, L stood up and tugged on our chains.
"I believe it's time for you two to get some sleep." He said calmly.
Light nodded and I stood up obediently. I hated this chain, granted that there was a good reason for it. My hand throbbed as we walked up the stairs to the elevator.
"Is everything alright, mistress? You look pale." Malak chirped from behind me.
I shook my head and felt my weight shift as we went up in the elevator. L leaned against the wall where Light rested opposite of him. I stared at the frosted metal with tremendous animosity towards my distorted reflection. If self-hatred were a fire, I thought, I would have burned this city to the ground. I thought of old World War II pictures my father showed me. It was a before and after picture of Germany after the bombings, and there was nothing left. I mean nothing. Not even a piece of rubble or construction. Everything was bombed into the ground, and that's what I would do if I could. I would burn this city until there was no evidence of a city left. The elevator beeped and the doors opened, revealing a dimly lit hallway. L tugged on my chain as he walked into the hallway, and I trailed behind with Light. L opened a door and I noticed it was not Misa's room at all. It was lit softly with candles with three beds with blood red sheets. A fireplace rested in the center, giving the room more light and warmth. We walked in and I immediately went into the bathroom and changed into my pajamas. When I walked out, L and Light were already in their pajamas.
"Would you like to watch a movie?" L asked politely.
"No thank you, I have no desire to be evaluated again." I replied with just a hint of animosity.
His shoulders dropped and he said nothing after that. I felt a cool, familiar presence behind me, and I turned and saw Malak. L climbed into his own bed and Light into his. I merely sat on my bed, more awake then I was downstairs. Malak was starved for conversation, and I wanted nothing more than to talk to him, but now was not the time. He kept lightly brushing my shoulder with one of his claws, running the other one through my hair.
"Hey Tsukiko, check it out." Light whispered.
I turned around and saw that L was actually asleep. There must be a camera in here somewhere, because he wouldn't just go to sleep without someone watching us. I touched Malak's hand lightly.
"Not now," I whispered, "I can't talk."
He nodded and drew back as Light and I stared at each other from across the room. He beckoned me over with one finger, and without thinking, I went to him. He slid across the bed so I could sit down, and we sat there for several minutes. Suddenly I lost control and kissed him hard. He was surprised, but returned the gesture by carefully wrapping his hands around my waist, grabbing my chain and his and tying my hips with it, pulling me on top of him.
"Think we can get away with anything with him sleeping?" He asked.
"I doubt he's even sleeping," I whispered, "He's probably just listening to us."
Light sat up with me still sitting on his lap, facing him. I rested my hands on his shoulders and kissed him again. I had no control, so I did it again. Soon things became rough again and he was on top of me, tying my hands with the chains.
"Don't say a word." He said seductively."
"I won't breathe a word to anyone." I whispered back.