Chapter 9

Beyond Birthday POV:

Misora told me that she had to go fix her makeup, and she ran to the bathroom. I followed and leaned in on the door to listen because I heard her talking. She's probably going to think I'm a stalker or something, but I needed to know if she was contacting L again.

"You were attacked by the person you were assigned to follow! Raye, who was this person?" Misora asked her fiancé.

There was a silence for a few moments. "I knew she was trouble. She looked suspicious when I first ran into her. There happened to be a murder in the area at the time too, and she had blood splattered on her face. She lied to me and said it was strawberry syrup." I immediately knew who they were talking about, and I decided to listen on more of the conversation to make sure Lamia was alright.

"So one of your coworkers injected her with a drug that knocked her out before she could do any more damage to you? Are you okay?" There was a hint of a change in the tone of Misora's voice. She sounded worried, just like I was right now.

"That's good to hear. She's on her way back to Japan right now while she's unconscious...so there shouldn't be any more murders in the area. But, there isn't enough proof to say that she was the one that has killed several people outside of the murder case that I am investigating."

That was all I needed to hear to my make my heart ache. I frowned and went back to the chair I was sitting on, and started eating strawberry jam like crazy because I was stressed, and it helped calmed my nerves. I went home early today since Misora had cracked the code in the books. We'll be investigating the second crime scene tomorrow, and I somewhat looked forward to the fourth and final scene, because since Miss Lamia is gone I felt lonely. It felt like the other half of me was missing.

Later that day, I sat in the window sill of her room where she liked to sit at night, and stared into the gloomy sky.

"Do you feel the same way, Lamia-chan?"

Normal POV:

I jumped up startled. I could have swore that I just heard Beyond's voice, but I could just be imagining things. "Where am I?" I questioned aloud whenever I noticed this wasn't B's apartment. This is my room back in Japan, at the house Misa and I lived in! That's when it hit me, the unpleasant memories of what had happened before I passed out.

Raye Pember. Heh, so you injected me with drugs that knocked me out and sent me back home because you FBI people think I'm crazy for attacking you. Well, you may be right, but I'm going right back to L.A to be with BB.

I stood up and walked out of my room. Misa was reading a magazine in the living room whenever she heard footsteps, and she turned her head to see who it was.

"Lamia-chan! Your finally awake!" She squealed and hugged me. I didn't return the hug, but let her squeeze me tightly.

"How long have I been here?" I asked after she let me go. Damn, I think she crushed my ribs.

"You arrived in Japan a few hours ago. My manager told someone to send you back home because I was starting to worry about you." Misa pouted and batted her fake eyelashes at me.

"Well, I'm going back to Los Angeles. Goodbye Misa." I said with an emotionless face. I needed to go back quickly before Beyond commits the fourth murder, which is himself. I walked past the model and my hand stopped on the door handle, because Misa was tugging at my other arm.

"You can't leave!" Misa cried out.

"Why not? It's not like I'm being forced to stay here." I stated flatly and wondered if I should slap her hand to get her off of me.

"Actually, you are." With those three words, Misa brought anger back to me, and my emerald green eyes lit up with fire.

"Who is making me stay here?" I asked, now fully turned around to face her.

"Er..well, it's kinda hard to explain. You see, Misa-Misa missed you a lot, and so whenever someone told me that the FBI suspected you for a crime, Misa-Misa demanded you be sent back home. You are not allowed to leave until they make sure that you are not mentally ill."

"Mentally ill? Seriously?" I started laughing, then suddenly stopped. "Who are 'they'?" I asked Misa.

"Doctors. In fact, they think that you need therapy because you bottle in emotions. I think that you need to spend more time here with me, your only family left, to clear your mind and make you less depressing to be around." Misa actually spoke in first person for once.

"Excuse me for not likening this world." I spat at her angrily, but turned emotionless once again. "Misa, don't you think that this place needs to be free of disgusting people?" I asked my adoptive sister.

"Of course! Especially people like the man that killed our parents!" When she said our parents, I smirked.

"Then you should let me go do whatever I want and whenever I want." I stared intently at her bright eyes, hoping she would get what I meant.

"W-What do you mean?" She stuttered and backed away slowly. Good, she partially understands the message I'm trying to explain to her.

"It means that I rid this world of people like that man. That is the reason I need to go back to Los Angeles, Misa." I turned back around and opened the door. "Don't you dare tell anyone about what I just said." I growled and left the house. Misa was too frozen to stop me because of the new information her simple and care-free mind was absorbing.

My anger had eventually wore off and I returned to my home. I didn't feel like leaving right away and besides, Beyond will be fine without me for a while. Misa was happy that I chose to come back and stay, even if it was only for three or four days. It was a good thing that she did not bring up what I had told her before I stormed off.

The four days I decided to stay home flew by, and I was so excited to go back to L.A. After the plane landed and I exited the airport, I walked to the area I know by heart. When I arrived at Beyond's apartment, it was dark outside. I pick locked the door with a shank I had made on my way here, and walked right in.

Everything was the same as I had left it. I quietly walked up to my room and opened the door, surprised to see a familiar figure asleep on my bed. I sat my suitcase down and walked over to where Beyond was. I poked his face, and he immediately became awake, and jumped to his feet.

His red eyes widened at the sight of me. I noticed that they were getting dark circles under them because he has been stressing out and not sleeping much. I smiled at my friend, and I could tell that he had missed me whenever he gave me a bone crushing hug, which I gladly returned.