Lisa and M
L's POV
Mm . . . this is comfortable. This bed is really soft and silky.
Wait, I don't remember sleeping on a bed. I haven't sleep in such this soft since my last visit to the Wammy Orphanage. Where am I?
I looked up, the room in pink room with a decorated with band posters and some pages from the Gothic Lolita Bible. (me: I'm making this up) Across from me is a big mirror full of photos on the side and makeup on the table.
I walked up to the mirror. In the mirror, I see a blond girl wearing a black T-shirt down to her upper thigh and am wearing long socks with black and white stripes. Funny, I look exactly like Misa.
Oh, my God.
I touch my now very smooth skin; I can feel the warmth of it. I ruffled my hair, which is soft and silky, not dry and messy. This is scarier than knowing for a fact that Shinigami are real.
I quickly put on a skort, which feels very strange, put on the most comfortable shoes I can find, a pair of black boots. It is extremely hard to tie. By the time I finished, the laces were tangled together in a bunch of knots and my legs and feet are sweating so much it feels like my legs are soaking a pool of hot water.
I quickly got out of the room and ran out of the building to the nearest telephone booth, I inserted a quarter and dialed the number to Watari's private phone.
RING
RING
"Hello?"
"Watari,"
"Misa? How did you get my phone number?"
"It's L. I need to meet you immediately outside Misa's apartment building."
"Okay, I'll be there in less than 10 minutes."