Day 46: Sun Room

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Peter woke up suddenly, his body twisting in the bed and then forcing him to catch his breath in pain. Pain, which was coming from his middle because of the thing that had scratched him last night, and after that...

After that, Zach had jumped in front of him like some kind of martyr, like the exact opposite of everything Sylar stood for, to take the next hit for him. It got pretty fuzzy after that, so night must have ended right around then.

The man let out a pained grunt as he straightened himself up in bed. For some reason, he got the feeling that he'd slept in. There was no way for him to really tell without a window in the room, but he just knew. The fact that Sam's bed looked long since vacated was another clue.

Sam, but was he Sam again? Had the brainwashing worn off, as he and Roland had hoped, or was he going to have to go through this nightmare for even longer? He didn't know how long he could handle "Zach" and "Harrison" before he started going batty himself.

Pulling himself out of bed, Peter lifted his shirt and saw that he was tightly bandaged. The scratch most likely wasn't nearly as bad as the bite that "Zach" had received, but it still smarted. He let his shirt fall and then had to deal with a nurse chiding him for sleeping through the morning announcements. Not that Peter really cared at the moment. He was too busy thinking about last night and the fact that in a way, he now owed something to Sylar. Except it hadn't been Sylar. That was something he was sure of now.

Lost in his thoughts, Peter reached the Sun Room right as the rest of the patient populace was trickling in from breakfast. Sighing to himself, he headed over to the bulletin board and then saw a note written in familiar yet unpleasant handwriting. Holding his pen in a vice grip, Peter scribbled out a reply and then stalked over to an armchair and fell into it with a huff.

While Sylar was maddeningly frustrating, there was one good thing about the fact that he was himself again. It meant that Nathan was too.

[For Spock!]

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[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"My roommate - two of them actually, Mikami-san and a gentleman that introduced himself as Robin - was from your world. Mikami-san alluded to someone else being there, but I'm afraid I wasn't able to make their acquaintance. I also met with a detective from your world, who only referred to himself by his first initial, L."

The way that Mello was reacting was more intense than he had remembered, but then again, it had been quite some time since they had spoken last. It also made sense, seeing that he had been taken and then returned here. He would have reacted the same way himself.

"The one time I was in the medical wing, my memory was hazy," Edgeworth admitted. "I think I was drugged most of the time, but I don't remember anything else happening."

[swornandbroken.livejournal.com]

The name Mikami didn't mean anything to Mello, and neither did Robin. L, of course, most certainly did, and he tried to mask his surprise at hearing him referred to as such. Why the hell would L hand out that name? There had to be a reason, but this seemed like a rare case where discretion really was the better part of valor, and Mello decided to fake complete ignorance instead of admitting that his was almost complete. "What makes you think any of them were from my world? What did they look like?"

He still believed he had to have been drugged to have been transported here, even if the evidence that the people who ran this place could have accomplished it some other way was slowly mounting. That issue could wait; he was much more interested in the question of L and the unknown others.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"They all knew who you were. They also knew that you had a role in the investigation of a person who called themselves 'Kira'. At one time, it seemed that quite a few people knew that specific name, some thinking it was good, others believing it was bad." It was hard not to put more sarcasm than was needed into the remark, but Edgeworth's voice remained neutral.

"L's appearance was the most distinct. He had a particular way of sitting, was not fond of shoes, and was overly fond of sugar. I didn't know Robin long, but he had dark brown hair, glasses, and smoked cigarettes. Mikami-san was a fellow prosecutor, but his work was in Japan, and mine is in Los Angeles. He tended to be rather reserved, and was about my height, with dark hair and glasses."

Miles sat back in his chair, thumbing through pages of notes. "I do not approve of serial murder, Mello. At the same time, I do believe in justice and spreading information."

[fml, I knew that.]

[swornandbroken.livejournal.com]

Matt? What would they want with him? But, hell, that's the question for all of us. Mello had briefly held the theory that this whole place was an elaborate setup to take him out of the picture, but he'd been forced to discard it as implausible. Now he thought they must be dealing with dedicated sadists who'd found some way of cheating with time, and god only knew what else, and were using that power to kidnap and torment people.

At Edgeworth's last words, Mello's hostility eased somewhat. He had a hunch the older man had gotten along well with L. "You don't have Kira where you come from, do you?" That much was obvious from the way he talked about the case.

"Tell me about Mikami. Which side was he on?" Mello didn't see any way it could be good that someone had heard of him and not vice versa.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"No, we don't. I would have heard something about a case as high-profile as that one seems to be; from what I understand about it, the case was very well publicized for quite a long time." Not that the LAPD would have been much good. Maybe some of the new blood that's here, but.

There was that question - one he had been expecting, to be entirely honest, but. Edgeworth really didn't think his former roommate had been a bad person. Fired up about the case? Absolutely...but the voice hadn't butted in, not once.

"If you're asking whether I think he was the culprit, I don't think so. He talked about the case quite a bit, but wasn't the type to kill someone."

[swornandbroken.livejournal.com]

"Well publicized? You could say that," Mello said, dryly. "Have you ever run across a serial killer who has a fucking fan club? And I don't mean a small, random bunch of loonies, either."

He settled back in the chair and propped one foot on the seat. Kira obviously had ties to the Japanese police, and if Mikami knew who Mello was, he obviously had ties to the case, one way or another. Mello realized he didn't truly know enough to draw any definite conclusions about the pattern of people who were brought to Landel's, but his gut said it wasn't random, not with L, Matt, and himself involved.

"Do you know when Mikami came from?" He looked disgusted for a moment at having to ask such a ridiculous question.