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I went to bed the minute I got home. After classes were finished the next day, I didn't go home. Instead, I texted Dad and went to the hotel. That was Headquarters for now.
Akari didn't know. That's what kinda bugs me. Akari doesn't know I'm going back and forth to L's hotel room. Neither does Dad. Beyond is with Akari because he needs 24/7 watch so he doesn't know.
Just me.
Arriving at the hotel, I made sure no one (no one like Beyond) was following me, then I went up to L's hotel room and knocked. The old man who took off my blindfold a couple days ago opened the door. Quillish Wammy.
"Hello," I greeted.
"Ryuzaki is waiting for you," he told me as he led me inside. I'm guessing that Ryuzaki is L's alias.
With a short glance at the old man, I gave a warm smile. His aura seemed welcoming and comforting, like a grandfather's. I remember overhearing someone use his alias, so I thanked him by that. "Thank you Watari."
In the main room stood six men. L wasn't with them. Mr. Yagami, Aizawa, and four new people. The rookie is remembered from the night we first snuck in here; Touta Matsuda. Hideki Ide. Kanzo Mogi. Hirokazu Ukita.
I let them tell me their names themselves so I didn't have to explain my eyes. My red eyes were something I hope they never find out about. It's just too… private.
"Uh, Ryuzaki's in the other room," Matsuda told me, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think he's expecting you." I nodded grateful and, with a gulp, went to find L.
He was in the room down the hall. I decided not to knock so I crept inside and softly closed the door behind me. L was perched around a small table, going through a pile of papers.
"Hey L- er, I mean Ryuzaki." His head stayed still as he eyes scanned the paper. I didn't think he noticed me so I took a step further, putting my hands on my hips. "I'm still waiting for that pocky."
A tiny sigh escaped his mouth. "There's a bag in the corner." My face brightened as I darted to the corner and snatched the pocky from the bag. It. Was. Delicious.
Returning to L, still eating my pocky, I sat down next to him. "What are doing?" I asked, leaning closer to examine the papers. Giving a grunt, he closed the folder so I couldn't see. "Hey!"
"It's part of the Kira case," he said, sliding the folder away from me. "Private."
I shrugged, taking a bite of my pocky. "I've got some exciting news for you."
"You found something on Light?" he asked with a hint of hope. I shook my head, crushing the hope that had been fluttering in his eyes.
"But I will, just after I go on a date with him." L blinked. "Yep, he asked me out. And I said yes, but that's only because I need more evidence. His room is perfect, grades are perfect. L, his whole life is perfect."
"Indeed. The perfect cover." I rolled my eyes and continued munching. "Are you sure you would like to go on a date with Light-kun?"
I shrugged. "If it will help with the case."
L was quiet for a moment. "Do you like Light-kun?" I looked into his eyes and guess that he thinks I actually like that perfect, flawless, charming… Just kidding, I don't.
"No way," I said, tipping my chair. "He's not my type. I don't go for the guys who could end up being a mass murderer."
L rolled his eyes. "Enough said." The detective got out of his chair and stood up. "Thank you for informing me. I think it is time you go. I must join the others to go over some things about the case."
"Can't I stay?" I asked with some confusion. "I could help you guys with anything you need. Maybe even help on the case."
L shook his head and gave a simple, "No. You should actually be leaving. This is work for the Task Force and I."
"But I'm technically part of the team," I argued, hands on my hips. L denied again. "Unbelievable!"
"Ms. Miyoshi, I can't afford to have you been seen here while you are working under Mr. Yagami. We can't have Light, or any of you friends as well, suspicious."
I sighed, knowing he was right. "Fine, I'll leave." I quickly grabbed the sack with a rest of the pocky inside it. "But I'm taking my pocky with me."
Shivering, I buttoned my coat up. Outside the wind was slightly more chilly and the clouds loomed above me. They were taunting me and getting me worried that the weather would make my walk home more difficult.
Akari texted me that she and Beyond were at the store getting jam and wouldn't be back for awhile. Swinging my bag of pocky, I turned onto my street. My house was normal, two stories and a basement.
Inside, I shut the door and took off my coat. As I hung it on the rack, I froze.
Standing five feet in front of me, holding a butcher knife in his hand, was my father. His eyes were wide with fear and anger so I knew he was having another dangerous episode. His body was shaking and sweat dripped down his face.
I gulped. "D-Dad? It's me, Yukimi." His face didn't falter.
Crap. He doesn't know it's me. That's not good. Not. At. All.
It was a tense ten seconds where we just stared at each other, unmoving and not making a sound. I knew this wasn't going to end easily. This had happened before, two times.
After about five more seconds, he snapped. Dad lunged towards me, knife in his hand, in full attack mode. I can never tell if he thinks I'm an intruder or if he's a murderer. It's a whole different personality full of anger and rage.
Bringing forth my previously learned fighting skills (which I signed myself up for a couple classes in emergencies like this) I dropped down, ducking from his aim, and kicked his feet out from under him.
Crashing to the ground, he sprung up quickly. Now he was in his fighting mode. I always hated this personality. He's so angry and instinctive, doesn't even hesitate to lunge at someone with a knife.
He tried to stab me in the stomach, but I grabbed his arm and squeezed it tightly so he couldn't move it. Then, with my other hand, I slapped the knife out of his grasp. It flew across the room and landed in the other end of the kitchen.
With a frustrated grunt, he yanked his arm away and grabbed my shoulder. His grip was unbearably tight. Shoving me down to the floor, he flipped me over on my back and jabbed his foot in my stomach.
Suddenly, staring down at me with eyes of fury and disgust, he spoke some weird foreign language I'd never heard of. Not Japanese, nor English. Maybe Russian?
Frustrated and tired, I thrusted my fingernails in his ankles, causing him to howl in pain and pull back, removing the pressure from his foot. Seizing my escape, I rolled to the right and jumped up.
Running over to him, I took both his arms and twisted them around behind his back. On my table I'd left my purse. While holding his wrists with one hand, I took out my handcuffs (don't ask why I have my own) and cuffed him.
Slamming him against the wall, I waited. I waited for him to calm down, to stop thrashing and yelling. It took about two minutes, but he finally ceased is panic attack. Slowly I lowered him to the floor.
Also in my handy purse was a syringe. I'd gotten it from the doctor awhile back ago. It's supposed to calm nerves and send him to sleep for a little bit. I usually never have to use it unless he's in a fighting mood.
Carefully piercing the needle through his skin, I let the prescription do it's job. Dad's eyelids slowly closed and his breathing slowed down to a steady beat.
With a sigh of relief, I slid down the wall and sat next to my sleeping father. Gazing at him, I leaned against his shoulder. "I know you're sleeping," I said aloud to him softly, "but I wanna let you know that I love you. No matter what condition you're in, what you do, or what you've ever done. I will always love you because you're my dad."
With a smirk I added, "And you pay the electric bill, so that's a plus."
Friday was here. My date. It was my date with L's number one suspect in the Kira case.
Even before I got dressed I was getting all jittery. Akari had to come over with a tub of chocolate ice cream to help calm me down. We sat on the kitchen floor devouring it while Dad relaxed in the living room watching tv.
Finally, the time came. I untied my braid and let my hair fall so I could brush it out. The outfit I'd picked out was a normal red vintage dress, complete with sleek heels and a cute, red diamond necklace.
Wondering if I was too dressed up, I decided to go downstairs and ask Dad what he thought. The moment he saw me a tear formed in his eye. Giving me a long hug, he whispered, "You look great. Light will love it." I knew he would; that's the point.
It was five minutes til so I waited by the door and concocted my plan. I'd be flirtatious, but only to get what I need. I needed evidence, some key word or piece of information. Maybe something he says will help me with his computer password.
Light's a smart guy so it wouldn't be easy, but I do know how to weasel my way into a boy's heart. I've had a few dates since now, but none rather as serious as Light. Or as handsome as him…
I was stopped by a knock at the door. Opening it, I smiled at Light who was standing on my doorstep all snazzed up and crap. A grey shirt with a black tie and black suit jacket. Honestly, he was the picture of perfect.
That's what made me so suspicious.
Gazing at me, his eyes twinkled. "You look beautiful. I love it."
"Told ya!" Dad shouted gleefully from the living room.
"Hello Mr. Miyoshi," Light politely called back.
"Hey Light!" he greeted back. Thank goodness he was too lazy to get up from his chair and come to the door. "Bring her back safely, okay? Because if you don't…"
When he didn't finish, Light blushed. "Of course sir."
Rolling my eyes, I let Light lead me to the car. Like a gentleman he opened the door for me. The drive there was short and sweet, thank gosh. When he pulled into the parking lot, I gaped.
The place was freaking fancy. Like, emerald green lawn with a marble fountain in the center of it. From the outside, I could tell there were a million diamond chandeliers inside.
"Light, you didn't have to take me here," I said, blushing. "It's way too expensive. I don't want you to go bankrupt on our first date."
Laughing slightly, he walked beside me through the parking lot to the front doors. "It's alright. My dad suggested it anyway." Light's dad? That's a surprise. I wouldn't think the man would let Light go out with me.
L probably forced him to let Light go. It's all part of the plan.
Inside we were sat down at a round table in the corner of the room, right by the windows. The waitress gave us glasses of iced water and said she would return later for our orders.
From across the table, Light stared at me. I stared at him. Then, I said, "So Light, tell me about yourself."
The boy shrugged. "What is there to tell? I'm the top student in my class and I'm heading to To-Oh University after I graduate highschool. My father is the Chief of the NPA. I have a sister and mother, too."
"Really?" I rolled my eyes. "I already know that stuff. I want to know who you as a person are." He tilted his head, slightly confused. "You know, likes and dislikes, passions, dreams, passwords, friends, memories."
Smirking, he rubbing the tip of his glass in thought. "Well, I don't know about passwords" darn it "but I do want to be just like my dad when I grow up. A detective. The best one there is."
"Better than L?" Can't I have one conversation without bringing up L? Literally, I always feel the need to mention the detective, especially around Light.
"Maybe."
"What else?" I had the sudden urge to get out a notepad and write everything down word for word. If I did, that'd be a little creepy, though.
"Hmm.." He thought for a moment, his smooth voice vibrating at the small noise that came from his mouth. "I like playing tennis. In fact, I would rather enjoy playing with you sometime, Yuki, if you don't mind."
Oh, tennis, huh? Yeah, I doubt that's his password. "Sure, sounds fun."
The waitress returned for our orders. "What would you like?"
"Rice with a side of salad, please," Light and I both answered simultaneously. I resisted the urge to shiver instead of laugh casually. The waitress nodded and scurried away to fulfill our orders.
"So Light," I said, sipping my drink. "What are you passionate about. I mean, if you want to be a detective I'm sure that you like the action and thinking."
"Of course," he said, gazing into my eyes. "But action isn't the only reason I want to be a detective." His eyes flashed with something I've never seen before. Something that scared me.
"Go on.." I said after a minute. My voice almost faltered.
"You asked what I'm passionate about, right? Well, I like the idea of putting criminals behind bars. Their crimes deserve a punishment so I want to be that person who gives it to them. One day I believe that I can bring justice to this world and punish the criminals who have wronged us." His posture relaxed and his eyes cooled down. "If that's not passion then I don't know what is."
Justice. Kira is giving justice, as he thinks, by killing criminals. Light never said anything about killing people, but he almost could have. Maybe L isn't so wrong after all…
"Words to live by," I said with an admirable gaze. "You'll be a great detective. I'm sure of it." Light gazed into my eyes with hope and happiness. The slight smirk on his face sent chills up my spine.
We had a light chat while we ate our food, then some cheesecake for dessert. After we were done, Light and I strolled to the car. The drive back to my house was short, like before, but with less talking.
Like the gentleman he was, he led me up the sidewalk and to my doorstep. Turning around, with my back to the door, I faced him. Looking into his eyes, I knew I couldn't pull off this night effectively if I didn't do it.
So, I leaned in and kissed the charming boy. His lips were smooth, but I knew he'd done this before. Of course he had, he was Light Yagami. Pulling away, we smiled at each other.
Light was gonna lean back in, but something stopped him. From the window above us, an air horn blew loudly and abruptly into the night, causing us to jump. It was Dad. And with him was Akari and Beyond.
I rolled my eyes and frowned. "Really?" I called.
"Thank you for bringing her home safely Light," Dad said, air horn still clutched in his hand.
"You can leave now," Akari said with crossed arms.
Beyond smirked. "Watch out for the wire in the front yard. It might be best not to trip on it if you don't want to get splattered with jam." Light raised an eyebrow. "Just sayin."
I sighed at the three. Light laughed and wished me a good night. Carefully maneuvering through the yard, he went to his car and drove away. I grunted. "Seriously guys? A jam booby trap in my front yard? What are you, 12?"
Beyond snickered. "She said booby."
"Grow up," I muttered.
"Lighten up," Akari advised sternly. "There's not trap. We were just kidding."
Beyond straightened up. "I couldn't bare to have a trap like that," he said in a proper, yet childish voice. "Too much jam would be lost."
Leaning back, I laughed at him. Taking in a breath, I gave a faint smile. "Anyone up for some late night jam snack?"
Beyond brightened up. "Of course," he said. Sometimes he sounded like a genius, and other times he sounded like a child. "Grape or strawberry?"
I grinned as my stomach growled. Rice and salad doesn't fill a girl up. Besides, I was ready to spend time with my friends. "Both."