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Fifty Days	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female > L/Misa Views: 2868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 9: Caught
As the hotel employee released the straps, he said, "Guests are only allowed to keep the cleaning staff out for two weeks. After that, they send me to see if anything is wrong. Last time we threw out a celebrity, it was for keeping a tiger in his rooms."
L thought fast. This man was going to release him regardless. It could be a great opportunity to put Interpol or some other detectives on Misa's trail, but if Misa realized he'd been loose and unsupervised for any amount of time, she would probably suspect exactly that and kill him.
L said, "I'm playing a game with Misa, you understand? I will get a sexual reward if I don't escape and nobody else lets me out. I'm willing to pay you a huge bribe just to let me stay like this until Misa comes back. Wait until she's in here, and then throw her out without letting her know you already found me earlier. Make sure a bunch of employees come here all at once to throw her out, not just yourself."
L knew that if only one employee came, Misa might just control that person to not throw her out, but she'd never risk killing a bunch at once. Or, if she did, then it would leave an obvious clue.
The man paused. "How much?"
L quoted a figure that he was sure was about five times the amount the employee made in an entire year.
The man's eyes bulged.
L said, "And that's just for doing what I already described. I'll double that amount two months from now if nothing of you finding me without Misa here ever leaks out. It must be completely secret, erased from hotel records and everything. Misa must believe that nobody found me earlier. I suggest you do not include yourself as part of the eviction group if you can't act, and that you tell nobody else of this so they'll be suitably surprised when they see me."
L didn't really expect Misa to suspect something and then check into it that thoroughly, but it didn't hurt to be safe.
The employee said, "I can do that. But I need the money now."
L said, "Let me out of this straightjacket and give me five minutes alone on your cellphone, and I'll get it transferred. Go into the living room of this suite, and if Misa returns before I'm done, run into this room and pretend you found me right that moment."
The hotel employee followed L's instructions. L quickly transferred the money to an account and then sent the man a text message with the full details of how to access the account. Then L called Roger Ruvie at Wammy's House. He first made sure Roger was recording the call so that no detail would be lost by the old man's memory, and then quickly explained how murder notebooks worked, and the existence of shinigami, and how he was being held captive by Misa Amane, the second Kira, while the first Kira was in the process of dying.
L told Roger about how he couldn't risk escape because he could be killed from a distance, and he shouldn't be rescued until he'd figured out the secret weakness of Rem the shinigami. He also told Roger the exact dates when crucial events would happen: Light's death, the first point at which Misa might write down his name, and the end of the fifty-day time period. He instructed Roger to pass on all this information to Interpol or to detectives who could be trusted, but not until he'd had a longer time to work on discovering the secret by himself. Outside interference would just hurt at this point.
Roger was flabbergasted and sounded skeptical the few times he made comments, but L knew Roger's beliefs didn't matter. The information would get into the hands of someone who could use it, eventually, and Misa would get caught. L had an immense relief. No matter what happened from now on, Misa would be caught. Although, he was also sad. Rem might kill everyone who came after Misa, piling up a huge body count. Still, something held the shinigami back, or that would have already happened. And now, whoever came after Misa would have warning that a shinigami was on her side. Those people would not be blindly walking into a trap. If they didn't want to face death by a shinigami, they could refuse to take the case or send proxies while keeping their identities hidden.
Then the hotel employee returned and put L back in the restraints exactly as he'd been before. The man promised to keep watch for Misa's return using the hotel's security cameras in the lobby and hallways, and then send a whole squad of employees, not including himself, to throw out Misa ten minutes after she entered her suite.
When the man left, L was buzzing with energy. He'd done it! He'd essentially defeated Kira! Misa would have to be very lucky in order to escape after this. Even if she fled and tried to go into hiding, her face was too recognizable, and she wasn't terribly intelligent. Although, there was a good chance she wouldn't get cornered by others until after L's death, since they had been instructed to wait. Now, the real mission had changed to simply surviving instead of both surviving and catching Misa.
There was one problem, though. Bargaining with Rem was now less viable. L could promise Rem he'd never turn Misa in and would protect her from others, but even if Misa let him live a long time, others would eventually corner Misa, and then Rem would probably realize she'd been betrayed by L leaking information. Either Rem or Misa would probably kill him as soon as that realization struck. If he did bargain with Rem, it would become a race against time to find out that critical secret before his betrayal became obvious.
Before long, L heard Misa return. He wondered if the group of hotel employees would rush in while the two of them were having sex. That would be embarrassing, but it didn't really matter. The only thing that mattered was that Misa should think L had never been loose.
Misa's quick steps approached, and L smelled soup. He was relieved. He didn't want a group of strangers to see his deepest shame. Misa tickled his chin and began feeding him the soup one spoonful at a time, cooing to him and fussing over him. She had something soft and used it to dab at the corner of his mouth whenever a few drops of soup didn't quite go in.
L's heart was beating incredibly fast. Any moment, all hell was going to break loose. But, at the same time, a part of him was sad. There was something nice about being fussed over and hand-fed by Misa like this. It was almost loving, almost maternal. It made him feel special.
Then L heard an angry, insistent knocking, muffled by the closed door and the distance between him and the sound.
Misa said, "I'll get rid of them."
Then L heard her quick, delicate steps moving away from him. He really hoped she wasn't stupid enough to control them into leaving her alone. Then he'd be responsible for a whole group of people dying when it could have been just one.
A few moments later, he heard a bunch of voices all at once, an unintelligible babble with angry, argumentative tones throughout. Then he heard a woman's voice rise above the babble and say, "We need to inspect every room. You could have a tiger in here."
L heard a flurry of different footsteps moving in multiple directions, the sounds still muffled by the wall and the door between him and them. Then, he heard the door to his own room open, and a loud, traumatized gasp.
A man's voice said, "Mariko, come look at this!"
L said, "I'm fine, don't worry about me. My name is Hideki Ryuga."
A woman's voice said, "That isn't Hideki Ryuga."
Then Misa was screeching and entering L's room, and a whole bunch of voices followed her, all talking at the same time.
"What the hell is that?"
"He has needle marks all over his legs."
"Did he just say he wants to be tied up?"
"Some kind of cross-dresser?"
"Calm down, and deal with this rationally. Misa Amane is going to be kicked out. We have to smuggle this guy outside without attracting media attention."
"Ewwww, Mariko! Don't touch him, he looks diseased!"
And then L felt hands undoing the straps that held him to the metal frame. L said, "Misa, stop them from letting me loose."
Misa said, "I didn't do anything wrong! He wants to be restrained. See, it has wheels. I can wheel him out like this."
A man's voice said, "Misa Amane, this hotel will not tolerate scandals. We will refund today's payment and you will be gone with him as soon as your possessions are gathered together. Does he have any clothing that covers his legs?"
Misa said, "I just have my clothing here, and a few t-shirts. I only have skirts. I could put my leggings on him."
L heard a disgusted sigh, and then a man's voice saying, "Misa Amane, we will have a limousine waiting at the back entrance, and we will escort you there with plenty of employees to surround you so you shouldn't be recognized. We need you out fast. I guess we don't have time to send for trousers."
Then L felt himself falling free of the metal frame. Hands caught him before he could land entirely on the floor, and they brought him to his feet, steadying him. L's legs were weak and shaking. In the next moment his blindfold was pulled off, and he saw two women, one old and one young, loosening his straightjacket.
In a few more moments it was loose enough that the two women stepped back and he was able to pull it off himself, revealing the t-shirt underneath. Immediately upon release, his arms had that incredibly weird feeling once more, of stiffness and strange pains and blood suddenly rushing into different areas than it had been in before. He felt a giddy sense of happiness at being free of both the frame and the straightjacket.
He blinked and looked around the room, counting eighteen hotel employees, and he could still hear a few roaming around outside the room. The guy he'd bribed had really taken him seriously when he'd said to send a group. All of the people looked incredibly stunned. Misa was not visible, but she entered the room shortly afterward with the key to the shackles and carrying some pink-and-black striped thigh-high leggings, and with what had to be Ryuk drifting behind her. L made sure to pretend he couldn't see Ryuk, even though his eyes wanted to linger in that direction and study the shinigami.
Misa got him out of the shackles as hotel employees swarmed about, packing up every personal object in sight into plain cloth bags or cardboard boxes and loading them onto a wheeled cart. Ryuk made a few comments about how Misa was in trouble that visibly infuriated her, but she didn't talk to him.
L tried to put on the leggings, but he wasn't familiar with such clothing, and he was weak and shaking and his arms were just slightly numb, so Misa ended up helping him. As Misa dressed him, he caught a glimpse of himself in the full-length mirror on the wall and couldn't help but stare. His legs were covered with bandages and with bee-stings that looked kind of like needle marks. His neck had numerous purplish-red bruise-like love marks, and the dark bags under his eyes had intensified, making him look more like a horror-movie character than ever before.
It was a much sicker version of his usual look, which had never impressed anyone with his health. He looked ill and terribly abused. His outfit was decidedly odd, with a black t-shirt bearing the logo of a J-pop band, a green skirt that came down just barely low enough that his dick didn't dangle into sight, and now the pink-and-black striped leggings. A hotel employee gave him shoes, brown leather ones that pinched his feet but at least they were a size that he could wear them, and then the entire mass of hotel employees and wheeled carts was heading out of the suite, surrounding Misa and himself on every side as a kind of buffer. Misa herself had donned a hat and big sunglasses, but L could still see the angry expression on her face.
L smirked inwardly at the thought of the embarrassing rumors that would now spread about Misa. Hotel employees were notorious gossips, especially where celebrities were concerned, and with this people many involved, it was certain there would be at least one leak to the tabloids. Misa would be painted as a kinky dominatrix with a druggie boyfriend who got kicked out of hotels.
L made sure his back was to Misa as they walked down the hallway, and studied Ryuk with his peripheral vision. If anything, this shinigami was creepier than Rem. Ryuk reminded him of some kind of gothic clown, a nightmare figure that belonged in the realm of hallucinations, not casually floating around on black wings, half in and half out of the wall. After a few moments of studying Ryuk that way, L stared straight ahead. He could not risk a single slip, and Ryuk still seemed his best chance of learning Rem's secret weakness.
When they got to the elevators, they had to split into two groups, one with all the luggage and the other with most of the employees, hiding L and Misa at the center. Before the elevator arrived at its destination, one of the employees received a phone call. He swore softly under his breath, and then said, "How? How did they find out so fast?"
The employee paused for a moment, then sighed and said, "I told Nishimura he sent too many people. Any of them could have been a leak. We'll sort it out later. Prepare the first floor east conference room for our arrival."
Misa said, "What?"
The man replied, "The media is clustered at both entrances. Someone told them there was a scandal with Misa Amane, and they refuse to leave."
Misa screamed, "What!"
Then the man started explaining how they would help Misa by hiding her in a conference room and attempting to disperse the media, while Misa argued back that this was their fault for trying to kick her out in the first place; they should have just let her stay.
L knew it probably wasn't enough time. It had been less than ten minutes since he'd been unstrapped from the metal frame. The first employee who found him, Nishimura, must have been greedy and tipped off some journalists in return for a payment. L had only bribed Nishimura to keep quiet about finding him the first time, so this didn't break the terms of their deal. L had never said he wanted the entire incident concealed, just moved to a different time.
Still, if Misa became suspicious and investigated, she might figure out that it hadn't been quite long enough for the media to develop such a well-organized attack on the hotel, and there was nothing L could do about it. He could only hope that Nishimura's contact in the media knew to keep quiet about receiving the tip, which he probably would in hopes of getting more juicy information in the future. The contact would behave best if he got what he wanted. Also, the disruption of actually having to face the media would perhaps make Misa think less about the timing of the entire incident. It was in L's best interest to expose Misa to the media, if it could be managed surreptitiously.
When they got off on the first floor, L carefully scanned the hallway. Just after their group left the elevator, he saw a man he thought looked like a journalist, so he tripped in such a way as to bring several people down around him, drawing attention as he momentarily sprawled with his bare ass in the air on top of a pile of hotel employees before he flipped his skirt down and scrambled to his feet. In moments, the hotel employees had already formed a thick wall around Misa and himself again, but he saw the man who looked like a journalist get on his cellphone briefly and begin running toward the group.
Misa said, "Oh shit! Run!" and the entire group sprinted as best they could while huddled together. L deliberately slowed them down. It was easy to feign that his legs were weak and shaky, because it was true, and that also made his tripping incident more believable.
Before they could reach the end of the hallway, more people who definitely looked like journalists began spilling into the hallway in front of him. L grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it up so it covered his face, with just the eyes barely sticking out. Even if he was operating under an alias, he'd rather not have photos of himself floating around in public. As the entire group froze in place, L glanced behind him. The other direction was filling up with the media as well.
L said, "There isn't any escape, Misa. Let me talk to them as we make our way to the limo."
The hotel employees parted, and immediately the journalists surrounded L and Misa on all sides, with a barrier space of just more than arm-length, shouting dozens of questions at once.
L said, "Misa Amane will say nothing, and I will only answer questions if we are allowed to continue toward our car."
L made some experimental moves, and found that the barrier space stayed the same, the journalists pacing them exactly. The questions continued unabated, a constant chatter. Rather than pick out any particular questions, L decided on a monologue as he walked.
L said, "I am Hideki Ryuga, obviously not the pop star but another person of the same name. I am a student at To-Oh University but I dropped out a few months ago."
Then L went into a meaningless, but true, chatter about the various classes he'd taken. One man stepped in front of him, breaching the barrier space and stopping their progress. L took a tight hold on the neck of his t-shirt, just in case the journalist tried to grab it and expose L's face. The journalist shoved a hand-held monitor into L's face. The screen on the device showed a grainy photo, just like a cellphone photo, taken from a weird angle. It was L, strapped to the metal frame and with Misa visible in the background, along with several hotel employees. Misa shrieked.
There had clearly been a leak in addition to Nishimura. This was good; it would draw Misa's attention away from the timing issue. It was also good that L's face was at such an odd angle and covered by so much of the blindfold. He was not very recognizable. Even if this photo became famous, it should not compromise his ability to conceal his identity.
L said, "If you have that, then you have everything you could possibly want. Go write your story and leave us alone. We are not obligated to explain anything that goes on in private rooms."
The journalist refused to move, but several other journalists pulled him back, and the little knot of L and Misa surrounded by the media continued to move until it reached the hotel exit, where employees had formed a kind of human barrier, two walls for L and Misa to move between and then get into a limo unmolested.
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