Raito was not, by nature, a light sleeper. He'd been brought up a decent sleep pattern, after all; but when nature collided with humans, things... changed. After spending nearly a year with L (not to mention the month before that), his awareness when unconscious had switched, as strange as it was to think he'd held onto the habits even after Lawliet had fallen. Habits such as ignoring a few kicks during the night - other things would wake him up, but, oddly enough, that action would not. As was proved during his short stint with Misa, who was a restless sleeper. In all, it was not Kira's fault that he'd rolled to the edge of the bed, straight as a board and as ridge as ever, looking as though an amateur artist hadn't been sure how to sketch human expressions and so had just stuck a body under a few, unwrinkled sheets. Of course, he could ignore kicks, even some loose mumbling (percentages, his mind supplied - but, wait, that was over.) but... Voices weren't on that list.
At first, he'd almost ignored it. Until, that was, his mind kicked into gear and pointed out with mock off-handness that it was a female voice; a female voice that wasn't in the hallways, but really... close. Facing away from the voice (and whoever else was there: the mattress was too shrunken in to just be one, unless... well. No.) Kira's eyes snapped opened, that sort of blooding-freezing jolt hitting him for a second. Where had these people come from? It didn't matter who they were, they shouldn't have known, or come into his ro--
... This wasn't his room. Even just the one wall he was in sight of proved that. So, this was... Was... Yagami glanced over his shoulder the best he could without making a sound, saw - blue (Agito? No, wait, that wasn't right.) and pink - and... well, reacted as well as any seriously-death-threatened person would. (He could've remembered he was in a bed, wearing a loose white shirt and pants, apparently unforced into the room, with the other two occupants cuddling, but, well, his mind was a big faulty first-thing.)
He promptly rolled over again and, overestimating the space he'd had left on the bed, tumbled to the floor. Undignified, maybe, but that was for later that. As it was, he was trying to not hyperventilate or point and shout. As it was, he spent a moment untangling his legs from the sheets that hadn't felt inclined to staying on the bed, resisting the urge to mutter under his breath and hoping irrationally that the two'd be too distracted to understand he was there.