A/N: TEEHEE plot is better now :3

And to the person who noticed that it was basically just all leading up to another chapter, you are semi-right... I mean, aren't all chapters just leading up to the end? :D

Haha, seriously, though... I was distracted...

Like... mentally distracted.

Anyway~

I love you readers! 8DDD

… Ohyeah, and my niece wanted me to mention that we're all gonna be HIPPIES! :DDDD

sorryy for the short chapter... Writers block is gripping me for this story.

Thanks to Ash for beta-ing~

Chapter 42: On the Road Again

"What possessed you to call me rapeable?" Matt asked as I rolled down the window, the little blue box resting between my legs.

"It's true," I said, grinning. He rolled his eyes.

"What makes you say that?"

"... you do not want me to elaborate."

"... I'll take your word on that..."

"You'd better," I said, teasing him lightly. I looked longingly at a passing Steakn'Shake. "Can we stop? I need to stretch my legs..." the last time I stood up was when we had to get off the plane from Tokyo to London.

… like, four hours ago.. plus the car ride...

Seven hours. And because of the time change, it was still light out.

"Sure," he said, yawning. I eyed him.

"You need a pit stop anyway. Keep going, there should be a motel somewhere around here."

"Rose, we don't need a motel. There's an actual ho-tel not too far from Wammy's. We can stop there and make our way to the orphanage in the morning." I looked at him through narrowed eyes, but the effect was considerably less effective because of the fact that I hadn't slept in about two days.

"Matt. I can and will boss you around."

"...?"

"Technically you are my successor."

"..."

"I'm L. Really, now that Near's all on his own and Mello's one now, you're just number two." I grinned as he looked at me with a face that said 'she did not just play that card'. I smiled, but still glared at him good naturedly.

"... fine. I'll pull into a motel," he gave in.

"Great," I said through a yawn. "I think we're both delirious. You're swerving," I said passively, like a mother would remind their kid that they had left the tap running. "A good nights sleep after..." I chuckled, "after Mom basically beat you with a broom, wouldn't you think?"

"I don't get it!" he whined. "I thought she liked me!"

"Matt, she absolutely adores you."

"... I shall have bruises on my back that I will be feeling for months. I don't think she thinks I'm so adorable anymore."

I laughed. "Matt, think about it. You would beat somebody for me, right?"

"... two completely different... situ-"

"But you would, right?"

"... yes..."

"Then it is not a completely different situation. Mom loves me, you love me, therefore beating must be ensued." I laughed.

"Your logic is no longer logical!" he said, pulling into a motel and looking at me through his goggles.

I leaned over and kissed his nose, but then just got out of the car. Ugh, headache...

"Well? You coming?" I asked as I turned around to enter the motel.

"So what's with the box?" I asked.

"The box," she informed me with a yawn (we hadn't gone to bed yet), "is the whole reason I wanted to stop in Tokyo."

"... I got beaten for a box..."

"Do you wanna get beaten again?"

"No Ma'am," I replied instantly without thinking. Wait... "Hang on, you're like... three years younger than me. You should not intimidate me the way you do," I chuckled. We both just laughed it off.

"So," she sighed, rubbing her temples and aligning the corners of the box with the table perfectly, with such concentration you'd think this action would solve every bit of our problems. "Let's take a look, shall we?" She was serious about this. It must be important.

Lifting the lid off the box as if she were disarming a bomb, she carefully set it down and immediately began pawing through the box. From what I could see, it was all paper.

"No use..." she mumbled, tipping the box over and spreading the paper over the table. I gasped as I realized what this was.

This was everything to do with the Kira case.

"Rose, what's in that?"

"All of the information on the Light Yagami-Misa Amane/Yagami investigations on Kira that my dad left. We already know, without this stuff, that a Death Note is used. Mello's told us how a Death Note is used. Now we have evidence to finally end the Light Yagami case, re-convict Misa, and possibly find the means to convict Amaia." Her voice was rough, like she had a sore throat. I nodded and stood up, walking to the kitchen area as she continued talking. "If I can prove that Light was guilty, I have my revenge. I know it's no use convicting a dead man, Matt, but I need this..." I sat down by her again with some non-aspirin and a glass of water.

"Here. I know," I soothed, draping my arm over her shoulder. She picked up the pill, brought it to her lips, but then sat it down again. I raised my eyebrow as she stood up and headed to the kitchen. She smiled and shrugged before disappearing behind the refrigerator door.

"They have cake!"

…

And so the investigation got serious.

"Really?" I stood up and tromped over to the fridge.

…

And so I got hungry, too!

"You can't have any."

… and so I got nothing...