Saturday morning

[firm_detective]

It's the morning after the visit from B, about thirty-six hours after he lost consciousness in one of the kitchens, and L is still in bed.

At the moment, he is awake, sipping a cup of tea, trying to think past his fever. A few books (Du côté de chez Swann and Gravity's Rainbow) sit neglected on the nightstand.

There is a knock at the door.

[[Private to firmdetective, lastrunnerup, and misamisal.]]

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[lastrunnerup.livejournal.com]

*Mello pulls a face, at that.*

Pity that's what you've got to be used to.

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she outright laughs at this::
He can be a little brash at times, but he's not so bad. Still, I know exactly what you mean. ^__^

[lastrunnerup.livejournal.com]

*Mello doesn't look nearly as amused.*

I can't say I'm pleased that that's what I do with myself in another life.

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she sobers up, smiling slightly still, however::

I know what you mean. I've met a few other Misa's around here, as well as heard what other Misa's are like...It's uh...not very promising, to say the least.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He has been watching their interaction, and seems pleased, but interrupts to add,*

You are nothing like the Misa I knew in my own world. Well -- very little; you have some tastes in common.

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she smiles at him:: Yes, I noticed the wardrobe seems to be similer throughout, as well as the modeling, though I hear I'm the only one so far who into my type of modeling. ::she laughs slightly:: Though, there was one Light who informed me that the Misa in his world had the same stage name as me, though her's was actually an internet name on myspace.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

Stage name? I don't think you've ever mentioned it.

*He pops a few berries into his mouth and chews them.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she chuckles softly:: Well, it's kind of silly, but... they'd call me Misa Mayhem is magazine spreads. ::she blushes, feeling a little embaressed:: But, I suppose it was fitting.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*This garners an actual laugh, albeit a subdued one.*

Misa Mayhem, mm?
I do not think I want to know how anyone arrived at that.

*He takes her hand and chafes it affectionately, with a sickly smile.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she laughs, smiling brightly, happy that he laughed and elated that she was the one to cause it::

I'm not exactly sure I want to know, either.

[lastrunnerup.livejournal.com]

*Mello is... admittedly uncomfortable with the situation, now. He stands, giving L a nod.*

It might be time for me to... go see if Near's running a fever.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*Serious again, he looks up at Mello.*

Yes. He should not be alone for long... thank you for taking care of him. Please let me know how both of you are feeling. And -- anything you hear.

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she nods, feeling a little guilty, wondering if she could have done something different so that he would stay::

Please come again sometime, Mello, it was nice see you.

[lastrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Of course.

*Another nod.*

Thank you for having me, Ryuuzaki. I'll be in contact.

*He heads for the door.*

...Thank you, Miss Amane.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

I hope to hear from you soon,

*he calls after Mello, but his voice is still feeble.*

[lastrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I'll be in touch.

*He makes sure to shut the door behind him.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she nods, smiling welcomingly:: Thank you, too.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*After Mello leaves, he doesn't say anything for a while, but munches at the fruit she brought. His expression is thoughtful.*

He doesn't like it,
*he finally observes.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she nods:: I noticed...though I can't really blame him, if the Misa in his world is seeing the man who killed his L. I'd be a bit upset, too.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

When I first met Near... the night we both came down with that cold... he seemed to hold her more personally responsible than that.

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she looks over at him, her expression a bit worried:: Really? I see...perhaps their Misa had more to do with it than in other worlds. ::her looks a bit sad and she affectionately squeezes L's hand::

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He shrugs his shoulders, and tries to sit up a little more.*

...

I am sorry I worried you.

*He stares closely at the blanket on the bed between them.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she smiles softly, raising his hand to her mouth and kissing the knuckles gently:: It can't be helped. I love you so I will always worry about you.

Now, how about some warm soup? I know you don't like chicken noodle, so I thought I'd brign something different. It's lemon chicken rice. The chicken is small and not too noticeable, but it's still good for illnesses. :)

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He just watches her as she kisses his hand.*

I will eat it, but I don't like meat, Misa.

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she smiles softly as she climbs off the bed:: I know you don't, I'm sorry.

::stepping over to the coffee table, she lifts the lid off the pot of hot soup. Picking up a ladle, she dispenses it into two large mugs, trying her best not to put a lot of chicken in one. Once finished, she replaces the lid, sticks a spoon in each mug and carries them back to the bed. She hands the one with less chicken in it L::

Be careful, it's rather hot.

::once on the bed, she sets her mug on the end table, reach up and flips the cloth on his head to the cool side, then picks up her mug again, relaxing into a sitting position with feet pressed together like a butterfly.::