whatever happens to you, you're safe with me

[firm_detective]

Since we have last seen the bedroom, things have changed a little. The most noticeable difference is that the sofa, which faced away from the foot of the bed, and had a small coffee table in front of it, has been rotated. It is now against the wall, facing the foot of the bed, with the table in front of it. An Apple Powerbook computer, plugged in and closed, is on the table.

The room is essentially clean and well-kept, but there are several large stacks of small, empty, clear plastic snack cups on the table that's on the far left side of the room from the entrance, under a bank of dead monitors. The cups seem to have been arranged in a pattern, as though a structure of some kind is being built. Another Powerbook sits at the end of the table, unplugged; its cord is coiled on top of it, along with a few safety pins.

firm_detective enters the room, followed by misamisal. He carries her bag in one hand, and holds her hand with the other.

They have just come from the bar, with a stop at Misa's room. He wears a very serious, troubled expression.

After the door is closed, he guides her to the corner near the hinges and sets her bag down next to her. "Wait here... I'm going to check the room." He looks under the bed, in the closet, and all around the bathroom, as well as glancing around the room's corners: nothing. Finally, with a sigh, he relaxes a little, turning back to her. "It's all right." He attempts a reassuring smile.

He crosses to the sofa, sitting on it; he crosses his legs in front of him instead of settling into his usual crouch, and motions for her to join him.

"Misa... I know you know some of the Bs around The Mansion, but how much do you know about the Los Angeles BB Murder Case? It happened about two years ago, for me."

[[this thread is limited to firm_detective and misamisal.]]

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[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*frowns*
I've seen... a lot of people who had "something wrong" with them. Sometimes I've spent months observing them. You don't strike me as one of them, exactly.

*hugs her very tightly at that news*
You're fine now... who's Jealous?

You know... there are a lot of people who want to kill me. I'm used to it. It was unsettling when I was young, though.

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::smiles, her eyes still closed:: I'm glad you think so.

Gelus...shinigami...watched over me since he found me...supposed to die that day...saved me...

...not afraid to die... but afraid of unbearable pain... ::her eyebrows knit a little:: ...I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt you...

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*If her eyes were open, she'd see that an alarmed expression briefly crosses his face. Then he thinks to himself, As with Yagami... but the obsessive love... for me?, and understands a little better. This is... a normal human feeling? Yes. It is natural to want to hurt someone in return for the pain of a loved one. But her feelings... is it possible for them to be so strong, already?*

*He whispers, dryly,*

That really won't be necessary.

*Then, trailing his fingertip lightly from between her eyebrows down to the tip of her nose, he adds, sounding innocent and curious,*

... Why would you say something like that?

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::she's asleep now, yet still talking::
...don't want you to be hurt...do anything to protect you...*sighs, relaxing again* Just want you to be happy...

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He brushes her lips with his fingertip, and says, softly,*

I am happy.

*He watches her settle into sleep, and when he's sure that she won't wake up, he slowly extricates himself from her embrace. Slipping out of bed with infinite care, he crosses the room to retrieve the Powerbook from the coffee table near the sofa. He brings it back to the bed, where he props himself up against the headboard and sets the computer on his knees. He only pauses his rapid typing to occasionally draw his fingertip across the touchpad, sometimes frowning at the screen. Other than that, his face is entirely expressionless.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

::smiles in her sleep:: Good...me, too...

::throughout her sleep, Misa had tossed and turned a bit. Conseqencially, her nightgown has ridden higher and higher. She turns onto her back, still sound asleep, completely unaware that the nightgown has ridden up so much, that nearly half of her breasts are exposed.::

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*Distracted from his work, finally, by her shift in position, he glances over... and gets an eyeful. He raises his eyebrows, then turns his attention back to the laptop, saving his file and shutting down the computer. He closes it, then slips out of bed again to put it on the long table against the left wall.*

*Returning to bed, he looks down at her, tilting his head, considering how best to handle the situation. He decides to pull the covers up to her shoulders, so she is neither disturbed nor exposed. Then, he yawns, and settles down himself, stretching out to his full height. He lies on his right side, facing her, his left arm thrown across her bare stomach, his head on her shoulder, and falls asleep.*

[misamisal.livejournal.com]

((ooc: DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fanart opportunity! :D I should draw this sometime. ^__^ Maybe this weekend, I've been thinking I should sit down and draw something nice lately. ^__^ ))