Hello again! I'm sorry for the super long wait, I went on a trip and didn't have access to my computer. By the time I got back and was able to do anything about it, I had lost where I was going with this. It was writers block induced by vacation, haha. I'll just say it now, I don't think this chapter is my best. Not by a long shot. I still hope you like it, though.
Disclaimer: Bananas are a good source of potassium! Wait, that wasn't a question? Well, then! I don't own Death Note. If I did, L wouldn't have died, or Mello, or Matt. And they would kill Light instead! Mwahahahaha! Oops, sorry about that. It happens sometimes. you understand, right?
Blake sat there, completely taken aback by Gem's answer. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Gem promised her that he wouldn't tell her anything about her own past? It didn't make any since. Blake had to try very hard not to ask him the question that was burning in her mind out loud. She just glanced at him and he understood what she was asking.
"I can't tell you right now. You'll find out eventually." Gem told her, shaking his head a bit. Blake didn't know what to do with herself. Now all she wanted was to know what her past was. It was like when someone gave you a box and said not to open it until you got home. Of course the first thing you want to do when they're out of sight is open the box. Realizing that she probably looked a little suspicious from just sitting there for a while, Blake started to search again. This time she really did search for the song she had been singing. It was a song called Siúil a Rún, which really was mostly in Irish Gaelic. The song seemed to have a very sad connotation to it, had her mother really sung this song? What had her mother looked like again? Did she look like Blake, or did she look like the traditional Irish woman, red hair and all? What about her father? And didn't she have a brother? There was definitely an older sibling.
"I wonder if I could look them up somehow." Blake mumbled to herself. She could, perhaps, try to look up crime reports. Maybe she could even ask Ryuuzaki to help. Blake immediately shot down that idea. Ryuuzaki had enough to do already. Light did as well, and she didn't trust Light enough to help her find her past. Suddenly, Blake slapped her hand to her forehead and blushed furiously, remembering something she had said to Ryuuzaki in the past. She had basically told him that she admired him before she knew that he was L. How embarrassing was that?
"Ryuuzaki!" she called softly, hoping he would hear her. He would be watching, right? "Can you hear me right now?" After a few seconds, Blake's annoying chime ringtone rang. Blake smiled and picked it up.
"Hóigh!" Blake greeted in Gaelic.
"Did you need to talk about something, Blake?" Ryuuzaki asked from the other side of the phone, ignoring her use of a different language.
"Yeah," Blake said, suddenly embarrassed again. "It's about something I told you before."
"Yes?" Ryuuzaki said. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.
"Well," she started reluctantly. "I just realized that I told you some seriously embarrassing things before I knew who you were."
"You mean when you told me that L was the greatest detective in the world?" Ryuuzaki said for her. "Or when you said if you didn't trust L, you didn't trust anybody? Wait, I know, it was when you insulted L by saying he didn't represent hope to the people."
"N-no!" Blake stuttered, surprised that Ryuuzaki was actually teasing her. She didn't know he was even capable of it. "Well, y-yes. I wanted to apologize for that, actually. I didn't mean to insult you." That was when Blake heard it. It was something Blake thought she would never hear. Ryuuzaki actually laughed. Even though it was more like a really, really short chuckle, it was there. Blake smiled, happy she could finally crack the man's serious exterior. Maybe she could get him a bit more comfortable around people as well, but she was getting ahead of herself.
"There is no need to apologize, Blake." He said. "You also complemented me several times in the same conversation." Blake groaned and fell face first into a pillow.
"This is so embarrassing!" she mumbled into the pillow. "I just insulted the coolest detective ever. No problem. All in a day's work."
"Blake, I suggest you get some sleep. Also, you don't have to be embarrassed, you didn't know who I really was at the time." Ryuuzaki said on the other end of the phone.
"Fine, night Ryuuzaki." Blake said sounding exasperated. Hanging up the phone, Blake sat up and glanced around her room. Deciding she might as well go to bed, the woman stood up and walked to the bathroom to get ready. As she went about her business, Blake's mind wandered back to what Gem had told her. Had she really made Gem promise not to tell her anything? When was that, then? Wouldn't she remember it? The doctors told her that the amnesia was only for events before and during the incident. Could it have been then? If it was, then that would mean that she met Gem when she was very young, and asked him to make her forget what had happened. Blake wished that she could take to Gem normally.
Blake slept that night without dreams.
The next day found Blake on the move. The team was moving headquarters, like Ryuuzaki told her. She was put into a car with darkly tinted windows and driven in circles for a while before they finally came to a stop. When Blake got out of the car, she found herself in an underground parking garage. Misa, who was standing next to her, looked around a bit.
"Where are we?" she asked, looking to Ryuuzaki who was leading them.
"Underneath the place we are staying in," the detective answered vaguely. Blake just shook her head.
"We're in a parking garage Misa, probably under another hotel." She told the younger girl. Misa turned to her with a bright smile before going back to hanging off of Light. The small group soon made it into the hotel, after many security protocols, and went up to their rooms. Each person got their own floor to live on for the time being, other than Ryuuzaki and Light, who were staying in the main floor. The two were handcuffed together, something that had apparently been there since Blake got out of her room but she hadn't noticed. To be completely honest, Blake thought it was very odd. They couldn't have thought of a better solution? Surely there was something that would keep them together at all times without them looking so stupid. When the group got to the new headquarters, Blake plopped herself down in a chair with a little huff and started humming to herself again. The others were talking about all sorts of things and how they worked and what to do. Blake didn't pay much attention.
"I want to go on a date with Light," Misa said with a pout. This, of course, caught Blake's attention and she looked up at the three in question with a slight smile.
"I cannot allow that," Ryuuzaki answered. "Unless I am there as well."
"But then it won't be like a date," Misa whined. "How can we do anything with you being there?"
"Do we even really have to go on a date right now, Misa?" Light asked, trying to pull the girl gently off his arm.
"But Light," she whined again, which was starting to get on Blake's nerves. "I want to go on a date with you."
"Even if I am not there, I will be watching through cameras. Would you feel better that way?" Ryuuzaki asked putting a finger to his lips.
"Ew!" Misa cried. "I knew it, you are a pervert!" At this, Blake burst out laughing. She just couldn't take it anymore. She had tried, really tried, not to laugh, but it didn't work.
"Blake?" Light asked, turning to look at her. Blake took a few deep breaths to steady herself before answering.
"Sorry, it's nothing, ignore me." Blake said leaning back in her chair.
"Why doesn't Blake join us?" Misa said. "Then, it'll be like a double date! If she's there, then it won't be so weird if he's there too!"
"Oh, no," Blake said, waving her hands around in front of her. "Don't drag me into this. I'm just here to help when I can, not go on fake dates."
"Please, Blake?" Misa said, finally letting go of Lights arm to put her hands together in a pleading way. "Pretty please? With a cherry on top?" That went on for quite a while before Blake finally had enough.
"Fine!" Blake cried, throwing her hands up in frustration. "But it's not a date. I'm just a chaperone or something, got it?" There was a short pause and Blake turned to the other detective. "No offence, Ryuuzaki."
"None taken." He said flatly.
That night, Blake, Ryuuzaki, Light and Misa all could be found sitting on couches in Misa's floor. Misa and Blake were on one side and the boys were on the other, and they all had cake sitting in front of them. Misa looked slightly annoyed but didn't say anything because her friend was also there.
"Are you going to eat that cake?" Ryuuzaki asked her. Misa just stared at the man before answering.
"I watch the sweets because they make you fat." She answered.
"If you use your head, you won't get fat even if you eat sweets." Ryuuzaki answered with his fork hanging out of his mouth.
"There you go making fun of me again!" Misa said a little angrily. Next to her, Blake muffled her laughter by sticking a bite of cake in her mouth. "And how are you eating that?" Misa said, rounding on the other girl. "It makes you fat! You should watch it!"
"This won't make me fat." Blake answered. "Besides, I'm trying to get back to when I can't see my ribs again." She said patting her stomach which was hidden by a baggy sweatshirt. "Why else do you think I'm wearing baggy shirts? It's not exactly attractive when you can count all of my ribs."
"How long were you in that room, Blake?" Light asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Oh, that? I'm not exactly sure, but I know I got out a little before you did." She said with a light tone. "I refuse to eat, I think they thought I would starve myself to death!" she laughed as she took another bit of cake.
"That's not something to laugh about," Misa said with a slight frown.
"More importantly," Light said, which was met with a glare from the two girls. "We moved to a headquarters that has all this equipment, but you don't seem to have any motivation, Ryuuzaki."
"Motivation?" Ryuuzaki asked looking at Light out of the corner of his eye while getting a piece of cake on his fork. "I don't have any, I'm actually depressed."
"Depressed?" Light asked, looking at his friend.
"Yes," he answered slowly. "It's because I kept thinking you were Kira. It's just a shock if that turns out to be wrong. I still have my suspicions about you, which is why we're handcuffed, but Kira's able to control people's actions. Maybe Kira controlled you in a way that made me suspect you. Kira controlled you and Misa." The detective said, resting his head and hands on his knees. "If I think that way then the ends meet. The only problem is that you two are still alive. That doesn't make sense."
'Wait,' Blake thought to herself as she listened to Ryuuzaki's speech. 'Where am I in all of this?'
"If you were controlled and killed without any awareness, then you would've just been more victims. I'll have to start investigating back from the beginning again. If Kira found you and controlled you because you were capable of stealing information from the police and made it so I would suspect you, I would be bitter."
"Ryuuzaki," Light said crossing his arms and leaning back. "If you think like that, then wouldn't it mean that Misa and I were Kira even though we were controlled?"
"Yes, there'd be no question about that. You are all Kira."
'All?' Blake though to herself again, taking a bite of cake.
"The way I see it, when you were detained you were Kira, and when you were detained the criminals stopped dying. Until that point, you being Kira made sense. However, after two weeks criminals started dying again. From that, this next assumption is a possibility. Kira's power passes on from person to person. The second Kira's video also said 'share the power.'"
"That's interesting, but then it would be impossible to catch him." Light said.
"Yes, that's why I'm stuck. Controlling someone to kill criminals and if that person gets caught, the power transfers to someone else, leaving the first person without memories. There would be no closure just by catching them."
"But that hasn't been officially decided yet, we still don't know enough about Kira." Light said, putting a hand on the detective's shoulder. "You just need a little motivation."
"Motivation?" Ryuuzaki asked. "I can't bring out much. No it's a good idea not to try too hard. By trying too hard, we put our lives at greater risk, don't you think? To think how many times I thought I would die." At this, Light stood from the couch and all eyes were on him.
"Ryuuzaki," he said casually. He looked down at the older man before pulling back his arm and delivering a strong punch to the detective's face. Misa gave a gasp, but Blake just sat there casually and continued to take small bites out of her cake. Ryuuzaki went flying into the wall and Light followed, knowing that he was chained to the person he just punched.
"That hurt." Ryuuzaki said, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Don't be ridiculous." Light said. "Because I'm not the real Kira and because your theory was wrong you have no motivation? Are you getting sulky?"
"I may have said it badly. I meant to say, let's not make a move because the situation might get worse." Ryuuzaki tried to clear up.
"What are you talking about? If we don't move, then there is no way to catch him. Who's the one that told Kira that he'd bring him to execution on television?" Light said before becoming completely enraged and grabbing Ryuuzaki by his white shirt. "How may police, FBI, announcers and other innocent people do you think got involved? And aren't you the one that detained Misa, Blake and me?" he shouted.
"Light-" Misa tried to say, but she was interrupted by a hand on her arm. She looked over to see Blake sitting casually with her fork in her mouth staring intently at the fight the two were having, her green eyes suddenly very harsh. She shot Misa a look that clearly said not to get mixed up with it before they turned back to the fight to hear what Ryuuzaki had to say.
"I know." He was saying. "But no matter what-" Ryuuzaki said before sending Light flying with a kick to the chin. "One time is one time." The detective went flying with the younger man before continuing what he was saying.
"Instead of the theory being wrong, it's more like you being Kira and Misa being the second Kira doesn't solve the case. That's why I'm a little down, it that wrong?"
"Yes, it is wrong." Light said, standing up. "Besides the way you say it, you make it sound like you won't be satisfied unless I'm Kira."
"I'm not satisfied unless you are Kira?" Ryuuzaki asked. "I see, that might be true. I just realized that it's like I wanted you to be Kira." He finished just in time to get a punch right in the face. He stayed standing this time though. "One time is one time. I'm pretty strong, you know." He said before again delivering a kick to Light's face. Misa had decided to hide behind the couch at this point, right behind where Blake was sitting happily eating cake. She didn't look in the least bothered by the fight going on not ever ten feet away from her. Both men had grabbed the other's shirt and were pulling back to give the other a punch when the phone in the corner started ringing. Ryuuzaki pulled away from Light and picked up the phone with two fingers like it was infected with something.
"Yes?" he said.
"Ryuuzaki! I have good news!" Matsuda said from the other end of the phone. "Misamisa is number one on the eighteen readers' popularity poll. The two month disappearance actually became media buzz and helped out.
"I see…" Ryuuzaki answered, slightly annoyed.
"That 'I see' didn't sound like you were interested, this means she's a sure thing as the heroine in Niahinaka's next film." Matsuda was cut off by the sound of the phone on the other end handing up.
"What's up?" Light asked the detective who was kneeling on the ground next to the phone.
"Just another of Matsuda's unimportant idiocies." Ryuuzaki answered.
"Well, Matsuda does have that natural ignorance." Light answered, not thinking about how the man could hear him through the cameras.
Once the three that didn't live on the floor left, they made their way down to headquarters.
"Is there anymore cake?" Blake asked. Ryuuzaki just looked at her and frowned. "Okay, sorry. I won't mess with your cake, I swear." There was a long silence between the three as they stood in the elevator.
"We should have taken the stairs." Blake sighed. "It was only a few floors anyways. Besides that, how are you two? That was quite the fight you had."
"That reminds me, what were you doing while we were fighting?" Light asked, turning to the older woman.
"Me? I was eating cake." Blake answered while licking her lips a bit. "It was good cake. Where'd you get it?"
"Watari made it." Ryuuzaki answered, slightly happy that someone else shared his love of sweets.
"You mean the old guy that kidnapped me?" Blake said with a smile. Light turned his head sharply at this, but couldn't get a word in. "I never would have guessed he could make such tasty cake."
"Well, as my handler, he has to be able to do such things." Ryuuzaki answered.
"Do you think he could make a recipe for me? There's this cake that my mother used to make all the time, and it was delicious! I have the recipe, but I've never been able to get it quite right." Blake asked excitedly.
"I'm sure I could ask him. What kind of cake is it?" Ryuuzaki asked while Light just smacked himself in the head, obviously tired of hearing the two talk about cake.
"Have you ever had key lime pie?" Blake asked and Ryuuzaki nodded. "Well, it's sort of like that, except its cake. It's super yummy. I can't wait to eat it again! It's my favorite cake!"
"Why can't you just ask your mom to make you more of it?" Light asked. He immediately knew that it was not a good question to ask. Blake's eyes took on a quality Light had never seen in them before. It was like it was the first time he had seen anything in her eyes. They were far off and full of a pain that Light didn't exactly understand himself. Even Ryuuzaki, who was at Blake's side, reacted by widening his eyes fractionally.
"She died a long time ago." Blake said with a noticeably fabricated cheery voice. The elevator made a noise, indicating they had reached their floor. The three walked out in complete silence. It was far from comfortable. They walked into the room and the people in it turned to them with words on their lips that immediately died.
"What happened?" Matsuda asked, the first to break the silence.
"Nothing," Blake said with a brilliant smile. "We were all thinking is all. Let's get back to work." The others in the room shared a look before going about what they were asked to do. The three who walked in together got the most done out of all of them. Ryuuzaki and Light normally got that amount of work done, but Blake was acting differently. She didn't talk to anyone more than was necessary and there was no singing or humming. The room would fall into long tense silences often and no one did anything to break them. What could they say if they didn't know what happened?
"Does anyone know what time it is?" Matsuda asked, again the one to break the silence. Light looked at his watch.
"Almost twelve thirty." He answered quietly.
"Twelve thirty? No wonder I'm so tired!" Matsuda cried. They had lost track of time and before they knew it, it was the middle of the night. "Guys, do you mind if I go up to bed?"
"No one minds," Ryuuzaki answered without looking up from his computer. "Why don't you all go to your rooms? I bet you're tired." The others nodded and left the room and it fell back into silence. After another hour, Light had again fallen asleep.
"So, why didn't you leave with the others?" the detective asked, turning to face the brown haired woman. She laughed a bit at him.
"So you knew this whole time? I was wondering if you would notice." Blake said a bit sadly.
"How are you doing?" Ryuuzaki asked. Blake just smiled.
"As good as I will ever be." Blake answered. "I thought about the last conversation we had. I think I want to remember."
"Do you?" he asked. "And how are you going to do that?"
"I have no idea." She paused. "I was actually hoping that you might have an idea."
"Well, you said you were not injured in the course of the events correct?" Ryuuzaki asked. He didn't much care if the woman got her memories back, but if it would make her less sulky, it would be nice.
"Not that I remember, not that it counts for much. But afterwards, I was only in the hospital for my memories, not injuries."
"Okay, so you have psychogenic amnesia. There are a few methods to regain memory from that form of amnesia. There is hypnosis, but that is questionable. I would save that as a second chance. The other would be to just wait until you remember again."
"Just wait?" Blake said, incredulously. "I've been waiting for years, why would it come back now?"
"Because now you want to know." The detective said plainly. "Psychogenic amnesia is caused by a traumatic event that the person wishes to forget. In your case, your family's murder. Most of the time when the person wants it back, it will come back on its own."
"Does that mean the dream I had was real?" Blake asked nervously.
"Not necessarily." He said. "Do you think it was real? Did it give you the impression of it being a memory and not just a dream?"
"It was weird, but I don't think it was quite a memory. It might have been close though."
"Good." Ryuuzaki said. "Now I think you should start writing down your dreams. That seems to be where you get most of your flashbacks from."
"Yeah, I just wish there was a quicker way to do this. " Blake sighed. "I guess I'll go up to my own room, then. Night Ryuuzaki."
"Goodnight, Blake." The detective answered before turning back to his work.
On a street not too far away from where Blake was staying, a young man walked slowly with a frown on his face. He had been here for such a long time, and still he had seen so sign of Kira or anyone else. He was getting tired of waiting around. The teen threw his hands into the pockets of his jacket with an angry huff as he continued to walk. There weren't very many people on the streets at this time of night, and most of them were either drunks or kids who ran in the wrong crowds. The kid grumbled and kicked a car that was in front of him. It didn't go off, thankfully, but he wouldn't have cared either way.
'Kira has the Death Note, now I just need to catch him. The question is how and where.' The teen thought to himself. He looked up at the night sky, the stars obscured by the clouds, and sighed. He really hated all of this. It was infuriating what was going on here, and it all could have been avoided.
It all could have been avoided if it weren't for her.
Did you like it? If you did, I would genuinely be surprised. It really wasn't one of my best. I kept getting distracted by people and I ended up writing most of it today...
Review please!