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[firm_detective]

The room is large, and although there's a bed in it, it may not exactly be a "bedroom."

For one thing, bedrooms do not traditionally contain a bank of monitors. Most of the ones here are displaying static.

Below the monitors, there is a table, with two comfortable work chairs in front of it. There are three computers on top of the table, all late-model Macs (well, for September, 2004). Two are laptops, and a third is a desktop model with two monitors attached to it.  One of the laptops is conspicuously open, with iTunes displaying onscreen. The songs listed are mostly by artists like At the Drive-In, Belle and Sebastian, The Promise Ring, and Bright Eyes.

There is a bed in the room. It's large, more than large enough for two people. Its frame is intricate, with iron bars and swirls. There appears to be a nightstand on each side, but a close look will reveal the fact that one of these nightstands is actually a miniature refrigerator. Across the room from the foot of the bed, facing away from it, is a plush garnet velvet sofa; beyond it is a coffee table that coordinates with the bed.

An adjoining bathroom is luxurious (although not particularly distinguished), with dual sinks, a bathtub, and a shower stall. Both rooms are well-appointed with quality linens. The bed is covered in red velvet, and the sheets are black.

The bedroom floor is shiny, black-stained wood, with the occasional dark red flokati rug; the walls are dark charcoal grey. The bathroom has gold tumbled Travertine marble tiles on the floor and walls. But something is strange about this suite, aside from the many electronic screens: there are no windows.

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[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

The corridor is long, and they've been walking for a while without seeing much, looking for an open door, turning corners as necessary. Finally, they reach the end... and a door appears before them, and swings open...

*pokes head into room cautiously and takes it in.*

Yagami... I think this is the place.

Doesn't like this, but wants to sleep. And hey -- monitors!

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*has been shuffling a few steps behind, lost in his own mopey thoughts*

oh. *stops behind firm_detective; peers into room over his shoulder*

ok. *shrugs in a kind of noncommittal fashion*

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

All right, then.

*walks into room*

It's just what I'd want... if I had only a single room at my disposal.

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*follows firm_detective into the room, still a few steps behind*

mm.

*surveys the room, his gaze coming to rest on the bed*

same sides as usual, then?

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

Hmm... yes, I suppose... would you like to look at the computers, first?

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*shrugs; still kind of distracted*

i guess.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*looks at open laptop*

I think this one... is yours....

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*squints at the screen*

oh, hey! bright eyes.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*notices the slight perking up*

The room appears to have been created with our requirements in mind.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

... and at the moment, my requirement is a few hours of sleep.

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*nods*

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*wanders over to the bed and crawls onto his side. drawing his knees up to his chest, he stretches and yawns again.*

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*follows; sits on the edge of his side of the bed. slides out of his shoes without untying them and kicks them gently to the side. after a moment, takes a deep breath*

... ryuuzaki ...

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*raises a hand, with a sigh*

Don't.

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*suddenly bursts into tears*

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*sighs again, sounding a little bit frustrated, and settles into bed with knees drawn up to chest and back turned to emo_raito*

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*chokes out words in between sobs*

i ... just ... wanted ... to say ... i was sorry ... ok?

*continues sobbing, face in hands*

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

I'm going to sleep, Light.

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*takes a deep breath and holds it in an attempt to contain the sobs. slowly settles down on the bed, his back to firm_detective, and begins crying again, only quieter, hoping firm_detective won't be able to hear*

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*hears emo_raito's sobbing, and doesn't know what to do. It's noisy, and it's keeping him awake, but at the same time, he feels a little sick to his stomach.*

Light... Light. I'm not a monster... I'm just doing what has to be done.

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*sniffles; says bitterly*

i know. i'm the one who's a monster.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*squeezes tired eyes together, sighs yet again, and rolls over to face emo_raito's back.*

I don't think you're a monster, either. But --

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*coldly*

it doesn't matter. that all remains to be seen, right?

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*is silent*

*slowly, and almost without conscious effort, he raises his free left hand from where it is curled over his chest, and gently touches the smooth, flat spot between his companion's trembling shoulder blades, hoping to soothe the sobbing.*

I don't think you're a monster.

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*doesn't pull away*

i just ... i can't stand the thought of anyone thinking i'm such a horrible person.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*yawns* Let's get *yawn* some sleep... we'll both think more clearly in the morning... after we've had some cake....

*the hand falls gently slack from emo_raito's shoulder, and a moment later, L's breathing deepens: he has fallen asleep.*

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*after a few more minutes, L shifts in his sleep, rolling over onto his other side, with his knees pulled up to his chest; he is now facing away from Light.*

[emo-raito.livejournal.com]

*waits another minute, listening to firm_detective's breathing, then slowly rolls over to face firm_detective.*

ryuuzaki?

*hesitantly reaches out his right hand and gently places it on firm_detective's shoulder*

i really am sorry for what i said.

*waits a minute, then rolls back over to face away from firm_detective, the barest hint of a tiny, contented smile on his lips. closes his eyes and slowly slips off into a deep, dreamless sleep.*