A/N: And as some of you probably remember, this was only for shits and giggles, although, having said that, this is referenced more than once later on ...

MOSTLY FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES, OKAY?

I like to yell.

Also, like I adressed in my huge first chapter Authors note, I'm lazy and didn't read up on Japanese law. The legal drinking age here in Alberta is 18, so there you fucking go. Also, I've never actually been drunk, so this is more of a guess and witnessing various examples on 'Cops' and other reality shows (not to mention that one time in Mexico that my mom had one too many Pina Coladas).

- DW

Chapter Nine - Drunk

Tipsy, Tipsy,
Filled with Whiskey.
Can't see strait,
Fall on your face.
Can't think,
Throw up in the sink.
Your drunk.

January, 5.

I wait until my aunt and uncle are asleep. Yae is working again tonight, and she should be gone until … 2:00 AM? She has the night shift this week. Oh well, better for me. I flip open the laptop and boot it up.

I quickly enter Watari's real name into the Google search engine. Google is a great thing … No wonder the guy who invented it is filthy rich. I wonder what would happen if I came up with something like that?

Oh look, I knew I heard that name somewhere. Watari is a famous inventor! Oh ha ha. I was just thinking about inventing things. See how that works? Heh, even I surprise myself sometimes.

Well, now that that is out of my system … what now? I could search up L's real name, but somehow that does not seem like a good idea. I will bet my Shinigami eyes that all information on his previous self is long gone. Or is it?

Meh, I won't take that chance. What if my computer blows up from some virus that will be impant-

Oh, where the hell did that come from? I have no clue~.

My head hurts.

I think I might throw up …

Ring, Ring!

Ow … what is that?

Phone! Right, it's a phone.

I reach over somewhere, under the bed I think. I quickly pull out the shiny silver thing. Wait, how do I answer it again? Oh, right! I flip it open.

"Red, there is some-"

"OH! Hi Ryuzaki~! How's-it-going," I slur with a goofy grin.

"Erm, alright I suppose. Are you alright?"

"I think so," I say into the phone.

"Red, are you drunk?!"

"Maybe …" I give a hiccup. Ryuzaki starts speaking again, what is he saying?

"Red, are you even listening?"

"What-was-that?" I mumble.

"Are you underage?"he asks seriously.

"Ye- wait, no, I'm not. Today is my eighteenth birthday … So I'm not doing anything illegal."

"I see."

"No you don't. You can't see me … unless you installed cameras."

"I did n-"

"I knew it! You're a pervert Ryuzaki. Ha ha ha hah ah."

"…"

"What?"

"How much alcohol did you have?"he asks, and it almost sounds like he's impressed. I look around for a few seconds. Oh! There it is, the bottle sitting by my foot, and a couple others …

"I-dunno. A LOT."

"Oh lord …"I heard him sigh on the other end.

"What, are you catholic Ryuzaki?" I giggle at the thought.

He brushes the question aside, "What kind is it?"

"I'm-not-sure," I slur.

"…"

"Hey, uh, Ryuzaki, what did you want again?"

"That can wait until tomorrow. You should get some rest."

"No, wait. Please don't go …"

"…"

What is wrong with me? One moment I'm happy and now … why is my face wet? Am I … crying?

"Just … don't go," I sob.

"Are you crying?"

"No, my face is l-leaking. Of course I'm c-crying stupid!"

"Well, why are you crying?"Is that a teacup I hear clink? I hate that noise …

"I j-just don't want you to go … I don't want to be alone again."

A pause.

"Why are you alone?" he asks.

"I'm still a human being. I'm not a monster. I'm not crazy. I'm just … human."

I break down into sobs, and I can't even seem to get a word out. I swear I hear the door opening, and shouting. The phone yanked out of my hand, then silence.

"What the hell Kurai?"I hear from the other side of the phone. Red broke down into hysterical sobbing roughly three minutes ago. I doubt she would ever have said those things to me if she was sober.

Red really was drunk.

"Hello, who is this?"a person asks from the other side. Presumably Red's cousin? She sounds too young to be anything else.

"Ryuzaki," I answer automatically while putting more sugar cubes in my coffee.

"Well, Ryuzaki, how do you know Kurai?"

"I'm a friend of hers from school."

"I see. Do you know what happened to her?"

"I believe she is drunk."

"Drunk?!"

"There's no need to shout …" I grumble, pulling the phone away from my ear.

"Is she eighteen?!"

"She said something about her Birthday being today."

"Wow …"

"Can you do me a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Make sure she gets some rest; she is going to have a very bad hangover."

"Right, I can do that."

"And another thing, if it isn't too much trouble."

"Yes?"

"Wish her a Happy Birthday from me when she wakes up," I say, and then hang up the phone before I get a reply.

Watari chuckles from across the room. I glare at him. Things just got a bit weird.

Auh, my head hurts … really badly. What the hell did I do last night?

I try to open my eyes, and – gah! That hurts. Maybe I should just … lie here until my pounding headache subsides. I attempt to recall what I had been doing the night before, but alas I can't remember, so I just give up.

The pounding quiets after a while. I manage to sit up and open my eyes ever so slightly. Why is it so bright in here? The curtains are drawn open.

"Oh wow, you look horrible!"I look over at the source of the voice. It's just Vile.

"Shut up," I growl at him.

"No need to be so grumpy," he laughs. He must be having a great time.

"Not in the mood," I hiss, and then look down at the ground. My laptop's there, with the lid shut, and on the ground next to it …

Oh.

It's a collection of alcohol bottles.

Damn.

I was drunk … and now I'm having a hangover.

Worst.

Idea.

Ever.

With a loud groan I got up and headed to our shared bathroom. I wonder what time it is. Auh, I do look horrible. My eyes seem shrunken into my skull. My skin is paler than usual, in a sickly sense. The bags around my eyes are darker. My hair's a mess. And I look as though I would kill anyone to get close to me – like a starving animal.

But I don't feel hungry. In fact I think I'm going to-

I hurl right into the sink. The bile is disgusting on my throat. In a gap between throwing up, I gasp in air and make my way over to the toilet and sink down in front of it only to throw up more of the contents in my stomach.

I barely hear the door open in another pause. Then Yae is standing in the doorway. She flicks on the lights for me and gazes down at my sad, pathetic form clutching the toilet bowl as my insides come up. She seems to almost … pity me.

As the last of the retching subsides, I shakily get to my feet and begin to wash out my mouth.

"You really shouldn't have had so much," Yae says. I study her reflection. She doesn't seem to be mocking me, but I scowl at her anyway.

"Yeah, well, my mistake," I grumble.

"Hey, um, you were talking with this guy last night when I found you. Well, that's not true, you were sobbing at him."

"Makoto?" I ask.

"No, this other guy, said his name was Ryuzaki."

I feel my stomach drop. "What did he say?" I ask with a groan.

"He just wanted to make sure you were alright. He sounded pretty worried actually. He also says Happy Birthday."

Oh god. What have I done now? I don't even fucking remember! I hope I didn't say anything too embarrassing. "I don't remember calling him … I should probably call him back and apologize."

"Yeah, that might be a good idea. I have no idea what's going on between you two, or what you were talking about, but you were extremely drunk and crying your soul out at that phone. It was a bit of a challenge to get the phone out of your hand."

Please shut up.

I look down at my lap nervously as the phone rings, and rings again. Pick up dammit!

Yae insisted that I stay in bed. She was going to help cover this up for me, just this once.

'But if you get drunk again, you're on your own!'

I can still hear her shouting in my ear …

Anyway, I was going to feign sickness today and tomorrow, and then life would go on. Today I won't have any trouble faking. I feel as though I could die, of embarrassment if not throwing up my internal organs.

It's tomorrow that's going to be harder. Yae is going to tell her parents about how sick I am, and to not go in there. She said she would bring me up some food later. I just hope I don't throw that up too. In the meantime, I am calling that dark-haired detective to apologize for whatever the hell I did last night.

I hope it wasn't something too embarrassing, or revealing. I hope that I didn't say anything about his name or the Shinigami Eyes or being the owner of a Death Note or anything of the sort for that matter. I don't want to be detained for suspicion of being Kira.

Worst.

Idea.

Ever.

I am never getting drunk again.

"Good morning, Niiro. I do hope you are feeling better this morning."

"Stop with the sarcasm or I will personally shove something down your throat."

"That wasn't very nice," he doesn't sound hurt at all. In fact, I can hear traces of amusement.

"I don't care. Hey, uh, sorry about last night. If I said anything … inappropriate, please forgive me."

"Do you remember what we were talking about?" he asked.

"Nope."

"Good. Don't worry, you didn't say anything, inappropriate."

"Well what did I say?"

"That's strictly confidential between the drunken you and I."

"It's still me!"

"I don't see your point."

"Damn you! Enough with the innocent act and tell me what the fuck I said!"

"No need to be so loud …"

"I don't care! Just tell me!"

"Yelling won't make me tell you."

"Auh, I swear. Next time I see you I am going to make you bleed."

"Well, then I won't tell you where I am."

"Just tell me what I said!"

"No."

"Come on!"

"I doubt you would want to hear what you said."

"But you knowing makes it even worse! Just tell me!"

"Hmmm, no, I don't think I will."

I start swearing profanities at him, then stop abruptly with a groan. I rub my temples with my thumb and forefinger while holding the phone in the other hand.

"Headache?"

"No shit Sherlock," I reply grumpily, but it only makes him chuckle with amusement.

"That is a common side effect of a Hangover."

"Again, no shit."

"Is there anything you need?" He asked. I blinked in surprise.

"What?"

"Well, I believe it is a polite thing for somebody to offer assistance to someone in need. I can have it easily delivered."

"Hold on, do you know where I live?"

"Well, with your cousin's help, I was able to find out who you were before the forensics test came back."

"Do you have any idea how insufferably annoying you can be?"

"Yes, in fact I do, Kurai," he says smugly. It's kind of weird to hear him calling me by my first name.

"Just stick to calling me Niiro. And no, I don't really need anything."

"Good, because there is something I need to discuss with you concerning the case. And we obviously couldn't talk about it last night, seeing as you were … drunk."

"Yeah, yeah, get on with it already."

"Last night we were looking over the surveillance videos of Raye Penbar's death, and the events leading up to it."

"Did you find anything?"

"Yes, actually, we did. It seems Raye had an envelope with him until he exited the train, and he stayed on the train longer than it required. As he died, the envelope was nowhere to be seen, and he was also striving to look back inside the train."

"Could he be looking at Kira?" I ask. This is it! This is exactly what I've been hoping to hear! The scenario I've wanted to know.

Kira could have found out Penbar's name. Then put pages from the Death Note in the envelope. He would have gone in person, to show Penbar that he really was Kira. Somebody would have to die …

Then he would make Penbar go on the train. I read that all the agents were sent a file before they died. Kira could have Penbar write down his colleagues' names …

They would all die, and Penbar would die on the platform.

It makes complete sense.

"Possibly," Ryuzaki once again yanks me from my train of thought.

"Ryuzaki, how many died in the area at that time?"

"Four."

"I think we should focus on the people Raye was tailing, immediately," I say.

"I agree. I will propose having cameras and wiretaps placed in those houses."

"Good. Which people were being followed by Penbar?"

"Deputy Director Kitamura, Detective Superintendent Yagami and their families."

"Mr. Yagami?!"

"Yes."

"Heh, interesting."

"Indeed."

"Ryuzaki, I'm afraid you'll have to excuse me for the time being. If you find something, by all means contact me, but for the moment I need to focus on studying."

"For the To-Oh entrance exams?"

"Damn you."

We both laugh lightly.