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Day 41: Sun Room

Haseo's steps were heavy with the weight of righteous anger as he was escorted into the Sun Room, his posture so sullen and reluctant you could almost hear the nostalgic cry of an electric guitar. He was seething, and though perhaps it was a bit harder to be intimidating while wearing the uniform of an insane asylum and flanked by a bored-looking orderly, it was not for lack of trying.

Unfortunately, his nurse seemed unaffected by the act, and even with the cloud of failing to keep "Kai" away from "Peyton" hanging over her, remained determinedly cheerful. She merely said something about receiving a lecture later on, ignored his retorts, and assured him that it would be alright even though his internet stalker was in the same building. For the most part, Haseo tuned her babbling out after that, dismissing it as hopeless.

"...and usually this would be the time children would be taking showers, but you don't have to worry about that right now. Now then, le--"

"Wait. What?"

"Oh, all the children seventeen or under are separated right now while the adults go to the courtyard..."

"Hey, I'm not a kid you old--!"

"Oh of course you aren't dear, but you're not eighteen yet either, now are you?"

Haseo resisted the urge to do something rash, literally biting his tongue to keep quiet. But upon having the bulletin board pointed out to him, he shrugged off his anger for the most part and headed that way, fully intending to get more answers than he'd had time to receive during breakfast.

Well... at least Endrance is in another shower group, he thought, Thank god.

[Closed to Tsukasa, for now!]

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"Huh? You've never been shy about eating apples before," Misa replied, the slightest pout on her face. "Is something else wrong?"

She didn't give him much time to reply to that before lowering her own voice. "What do you know about...well, what happened to Light, and...well. My eyes aren't working the way they should, I don't think. Is there a way to fix that?"

"They're watching me," he told her in a whisper, continuing his watch, squinty eyed. He held the apple under his bottom. It was the last place they'd look.

"Huh? Light. You know what happened. he w- Oh wait. Uh. Whaddaya remember last from, you know, before this place?"

"Huh? I don't get it," Misa said, twirling her hair around one finger. "I don't see why they'd keep you from eating apples. They're supposed to be good for you!"

The slight pout on her face faded into a deep frown as she listened to those questions. "Well, like I was telling Matsu this morning, the last thing I remember is meeting Light and Ryuga at his university, and then being kidnapped... they kept on asking me questions, the weirdo stalkers, but I didn't say a word. And then I woke up here, and apparently Light was here but isn't anymore? So what happened, really?"

"Right?!" he said, petulantly. "But they say I gotta eat something else too. They made me have some taco..." He still seemed deeply troubled by the experience.

"Waoh, really? That sucks," he said. She missed out on LOADS. but at least he didn't have to explain to her that Light ended up being a pathetic whiny mess at the end. She still had that to come. Not that she got to see it. Maybe Ryuk could help that...

"Yeah, I never talked to him, but I saw him. Had way more time on his lifespan, so he probably ain't dead," he shrugged. The 'probably' came from the fact that the Death Note didn't seem to work here and that he'd seen some pretty confusing life spans.

"So. What's up with your eyes? Maybe we should try and make the trade again," he offered helpfully.

"That stinks. Misa-Misa thinks they should let you have whatever you want," she said, pouting just a little bit. Then that next sentence confused her.

"Huh? I don't get it, Ryuk. Why?" Misa cocked her head to one side, clearly confused. "Did I miss something? I mean, besides getting a new manager in the future?" She blinked, unintentionally batting her eyelashes. "And...what do you mean you never talked to Light? Why wouldn't you?"

Misa's confusion was turning into the same kind of upset that it had bloomed into at breakfast, and for a second time tears sprang to her eyes. "And what do you mean 'probably ain't dead'? He...he couldn't..."

She took a deep, shaky breath. "I...I don't know. But I'm not seeing the right names, I don't think."

"Yeah, I know. Thing is," he said, leaning in, "I keep getting...real hungry. REAL hungry. Never bothered me before, I just got cravings. But now I really feel like I gotta eat something."

He flicked his pen on the floor and bent down to pick it up, gobbling some sofa hidden apple as he did.

"Oh, I'm from, like, the future sorta. I even beat Matsuda. Light was way behind too, so don't worry. I kinda never got the chance to see him, I guess. Figured he'd hand about longer." Plus, you know, it was slightly awkward. And he didn't want all the damn questions and orders. He was gonna get round to talking to the guy eventually but...whatever.

"You got something in your eye?" he asked, when it seemed to be doing double time. And then it seemed like she really did. She was crying! He looked around wildly and scooted back. "Hey! Stop that! Someone'll think it's my fault or something," he told her. Mostly he just hated the crying thing.

"I mean people say patients sometimes just....aren't here no more. Like they go home or something. But nobody ever saw a body, so he's fine. i dunno."

Ryuk looked around and pointed someone out. "Ok. What's that guy's name? oh, and you gotta call me Bob. I don't think Matsuda knows we know each other yet, ok. So we'll say I just recognised you." He was a total genius thinking of that.

Maybe he'd let her know about the duff journal. If they could fix her eyes, maybe they could fix the Death Note.

That matched up, at least, and Misa took another deep breath. Really, Misa, it's not going to do to go falling apart like this. You need to at least act like you're not really that upset. "Well, I still don't think it's right that you let Light disappear like that without even trying to talk to him," she said, her tone clearly disapproving. Really, though. Rem would never do something like that.

"Fine, Bob," she said, following Ryuk's pointed finger. "You mean the guy with the spiky hair by the bulletin board (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/624247.html?thread=52176503#t52176503)? I don't think his name's actually Herb Appleby. And it told me Matsu's name was Aoyama Tanaka when I know that's not right. You see what I mean now?"

"Hey, I had nothin' to do with it!" he told her, defensively. To be honest, it made life easier without the kid. He was fun the first time round, but Ryuk was gonna have to work real hard to keep future events a secret when it came to those smart guys. They'd trick him or something.

Ryuk wiped some apple asliva from his chin and looked at the guys name again.

"Who the hell'd put herbs and apples together?" he muttered mournfully. "Guy's name is Phoenix Wright. And I'm pretty sure Matsu's real name is Dumbass."

"Well, still." Misa pouted her lower lip petulantly. She was clearly not amused at the idea of her Light going abandoned by someone that should have been looking out for him. "It was your notebook. The least you could've done was look out for the person that had it."

Oh. Right. "Um. About that. Well..." Misa dropped her voice to a whisper. "Misa-Misa gave Light her notebook. Do you know anything about what happened?"

She looked sidelong at the guy. "Well, yeah. Now you see how they're not working right. I don't really know why."

Ryuk wanted to point out a number of things. First off, he had two, sure he was tied to both, but he could afford to be lazy. Secondly, last time he'd seen Light...well...yeah. And...lastly...he hadn't even thought about Light having a Death Note.

"We should find out what happened to his stuff," Ryuk suggested. Maybe Light's one worked. "Huh? What? Er here? No," he said, quickly. He hoped she wasn't gonna bug him about, you know, stuff.... But maybe Ryuk was smarter! Matsuda hadn't managed to get anything outta him yet. Mikami was the only one that really did and he was gone.

"...on the tv they usually just hit someone in the head real hard. You want we should try that?" he asked, sincerely and...completely without malice or even eagerness. Just mild curiosity. He was already looking around for something to hit her with.

Misa was off the couch and standing with her left hand on her hip the minute Ryuk started talking about finding something to hit her with. "Misa-Misa doesn't take TV parts that involve her getting hurt. The same goes for real life," she said, waving the pointer finger of her right hand.

"I still don't like it," she said, going back to her previous line of thought. "But maybe finding his stuff isn't a bad idea. Would it be somewhere upstairs, you think? Or..."

"Huh, well, unless you wanna take the eye trade again, I'm all outta ideas." A thought struck him. "Hey. Do I have a name now? I mean, they all have fake names for us right? So's that what you're seeing? Maybe your head ain't completely broken."

Ryuk hadn't even thought of going somewhere. he looked over his shoulder and pointed at the bulletin. "I was just gonna ask on there or something. Maybe his roommate kept some of the stuff?"

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