Miyuki sat across from her advisor. She happily hummed, even though no one could hear her. She strummed her fingers on her bare thigh. The lights were dimmed and flickered ever so often. The pungent smell of coffee and pastries filled the room. She looked over to see many men and women working, each paying little or no attention to their surroundings. Miyuki brushed the single blonde curl from her eyes. It stuck to the side, standing out from the rest of the straightened hair. She sighed as the man across from her stacked dice into a neat stack. His pearl hair curled and covering his eyes partly. "Mr. Near?" She asked, pulling a notebook from her bag. "Yes, Miyuki?" He replied, not looking up at her. She sighed again, heavier this time. She felt her hand into the bag once again. She pulled out a blue pen and opened it, placing the tip to the paper.

"Why did you call me here, sir?" She asked shyly, about to write down her cases and assignments when given to her. "..." Silence. He continued to stack the dye into four more stacks consisting of ten dice each. She waited patiantly. This was usual, he would think it over while doing...Things. Then answer her and repeat the proscess.
"I believe Kira may have returned." He said smoothly as if nothing had happened. She gaped at her young boss. Kira? Back? Hadn't he died years prior?
"But...Isn't he...Dead?" Miyuki asked, scrawling something onto the notebook. "He is. But not the notebook he used." Near placed another dye onto the fifth stack. "Well where is the notebook? Do we have it?" Near looked up, a serious look on his face. "No we do not. It went missing a few days ago." His voice was a usual monotone. "How did it...Get lost?" She asked still surprised by the news. "We have no idea, we believe the shinigami came and took it."

Miyuki look baffeled. "Shinigamis exist?" "Yes, they do." Miyuki scribbled the two words into the notebook, her pen leaving blue ink as it scaffed the page. "How do you know?" Near had gone back to making a wall of dice, but he paused momentarily to answer her. "Political figures have been dying at a fast pace, heart attacks mainly. No doubt with the dissaperance of the notebook that Kira is back." Miyuki scribble down more information and placed the pen onto the table.
"You intrust me to help you?" The young girl asked eagerly. "Why yes, you are my successor. Are you not?" Miyuki smiled happily and a small giggle escaped her thoat. She happily wrote down a few more notes and turned back to her predecessor.

"When can I start." "Right now if you'd like." She grinned and nodded anxiously. _

Takashi sat completly drained of any wellbeing she had left in her. She look eagerly at the clock left of the stage. She let her hair down, sweat falling off the auburn strands. Her emrald eyes scanned the room for any signs of Kokori. He was always late or early. Early to the show, late to the pick up. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and narrowed her brow.

"That basterd! Can he not get here on time?" She asked no one, her gaze shifting as the clock struck one. She uncapped her water bottle and took a long gulp. Footsteps hit the pavement and into her ears. "Ms. Amika, I am so sorry!" Kokori apologized as he swept and hand full of gold hair back. "It is fine, just don't keep me waiting long, okay?" she was exhausted and stressed. The concert had dragged a little longer than desired. Not to mention a handful of boys (Not men, boys) hitting on her as she walked past them. She swallowed more of the liquid and glared at her faithful (but stupid) assistant.

He was speaking on a cell phone and had completly forgotten about her. She laid back and closed her eyes. Her musceles ached as she shifted her weight. She cleared her throat, vocal cords worn out for the night. She could not wait to get to her apartment. Even at sixteen she had a penthouse sweet with 24/7 service. She had made millions just for singing a stupid song. It is not that she hated her career, the traveling just strained her a bit too much. It was just a little too close for comfort. Or so it went.

She began to doze off, her vision a haze. A throbbing pain shot through her shoulder, but that did not stop the haze. She was soon engulfed in the rich virtues of slumber. An hour or so passed, she had been in a deep, luscious sleep. When Kokori patted her shoulder and helped the young idol out of the SUV. She was dreary and every reply came as a groggy reqest for more sleep. Kokori finally picked the idol up bridal style and carried the red haired teen to her bed. She waved goodnight and Kokori (more of a brother figure than anything) kissed her forehead and left the room.

Through the fleeting cover of sleep she heard her 'oniisan' leave the room. She had always called Kokori that and he gladly adopted her as a sister. She did not always treat him as family and he never called her anything but Ms. Amika. But she loved him like a brother. Even when she was mad at him, she stilled wished he wouldn't leave. She had fallen back into her deep sleep when she heard a large thump from outside her balcony. Rubbing her eyes with her fists, she opened the glass door. She looked around, eyes still adjusting to her dark surroundings. "Oniisan? Is that you?" She scanned the wooden balcony with no luck of a human being there. Then she saw the thin black object lying at her feet. She leaned down shyly and picked it up.

'Death Note'