No. No. To long. EW! TO SHORT! How could someone where that?! Even I think it's to short! AND I'M LIKE SUPER SHORT! I shake my head in disgrace for this worlds definition of fashion. I sigh and continue gathering acceptable clothing. I need to change my image. I can't keep looking so childish. I haven't changed a bit since I last saw him. I wander if he's changed at all? I shake my head derailing that train of thought and walk into an empty changing room. I look in the mirror and poke my cheeks. I look like a child. I'm almost 18. Just one more year. Er well less then a year now. My grayish blue hair was just framing my head in their natural curls, it reached about mid back. My dark night blue eyes taking in every childish aspect through the thick framed nerd glasses I wear, since I'm near sighted. My short height of about 4 foot 5 was an obvious fault with me being 17, I'm not a midget if that's what your thinking. The yellow plain long sleeved shirt covering my hands and arms from view while my overalls covered most of the yellow shirt and my feet. I might not be wearing shoes. Don't ask.
I put my hands on my hips. Ugh. I can feel the bones so easily. I don't even know if I can lift much any more either. This is what I get for running away though. I'm just lucky that some rich old lady thought I was a little child. She offered to buy me one outfit if she agreed that I looked cute in it. That was the challenge. I don't know what her definition of cute is. I know I'm not exactly cute. I'm just this small weird looking girl. I rummage through the clothes I grabbed and tried them on. No. No. No. To much black. To much yellow. To blue. To lime green. Ugh! None of these look good! Nothing can go with my hair!
I put my clothes on and go hang up all of the clothes I found. None of those are cute on me. They would be cute on everyone but me. I sigh and file through some more clothes. The lady just seemed to be watching me with amusement. "Ohmystars! Mrs. Namikawa! Are you here with your son again?" A worker asked her looking around, probably looking for said son. I watch the interaction with curiosity. "No. Not this time. I spot that child out side admiring the clothes. I always wanted a daughter to buy clothes for so I made a deal with her. If she can find something I think is cute on her, i will buy it for her." The worker seemed to think that was a disgusting idea. She eyed me like I would steal everything she owned. I pout at this. I'm not a thief. Not even if I'm dying would I defile my honor like that.
"But she's so-" The worker stopped trying to find public appropriate words it seemed. "Filthy." She sighs out. "Even more reason to give her a chance." I like Mrs. Namikawa now even more now. I go back to looking for the clothes. I find a white dress with silver mixed with it. It had long sleeves with silver at the end of the cuffs that seemed to show in the light only. The neck was like a turtle neck of a sweater. The dress seemed like it would cling to a person only towards the opening to keep as much heat in as possible while the rest was really poofy like a pirates shirt or something.
I found one that seemed my size and I tried it on. The dress stopped just above the knees. Before you go and think it's really a shirt, I had been looking in the kids section so shush. It was really warm. It even had hidden pockets in the waves of the dress. I walked out to show Mrs. Namikawa. "This one?" She asked me. I make a thinking face looking down. I point my feet inwardly and fold my hands behind my back. "It's cheaper than most stuff in here. It's warm and even though it's white it kinda blends in with how white I am. The silver matches my hair in the moon light. Or at least the color because my hair looks really silver in the moon light." I reason with her. "Turn around for me." I do a quick twirl and then face her before turning slowly this time. "Y-you-your not wearing shoes. You can't be in here. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The worker said with her nose upturned as if I was beneath her. I frown. I should've figured as much. "I will go and get my clothes on then and leave. I'm sorry for wasting your time, Mrs. Namikawa. For you sons sake though I hope you make sure this lady doesn't get to even speak to him again." I say as I slowly make my way to the changing room. The worker realizes what I said and she began apologizing to Mrs. Namikawa that she was just following the rules.
"Enough Stacy. I ignored your comment earlier about her being filthy but that was just rude. The fact that she's in such dirty clothes, that are so over sized that she's using them as shoes is just sad. It should make you want to help her even more! Now ring this girls dress and new shoes up!" Mrs. Namikawa told her making me freeze for a second. I turn and look at her in shock. "Really?" I ask her unsure. "Don't look at me like that! I was going to force some of these clothes on you if I had to! You should not being wearing something like that in public! I was just curious about how to offer you clothes with out offending you." She told me politely.
"Thank you." I told her smiling. The smile reached my eyes as I ran and hugged her. I grabbed my other clothes and a pair of shoes that seemed like they would fair well in the world. "Now change back into your old clothes and we'll go to my house for you to bath and get that washed before I send you back out in the world." Mrs. Namikawa told me. She was buying me this. Should I be afraid? Should I say no? No. I should go with her. I can tell she doesn't mean any harm and if she does it just goes to show why I'm better off away from that place.
If I read her wrong and she wishes to slaughter me slowly and painfully then it just goes to prove my point of me not needing to be there and how even bigger of a mistake it was for me to have thought it was a good place for me. I change back into my dirty clothes admittedly a bit slowly and glumly, but I did it none the less. The dress and shoes were rung up and Mrs. Namikawa said goodbye to Stacy and the shop for good. Stacy glared at me and I just gave her a sympathetic glance. that seemed to set her off though. I wonder why?
Mrs. Namikawa leads me to her car and we drive to her and her sons house. That's right she lives with her son. Until he gets a girlfriend, its cheaper to live with him, at least that's what she told me. I don't know how he feels about it though.
She leads me to a bathroom gives me a towel and some underwear that she was smart enough to buy while we were in the shop but then she seemed to realize I needed clothes for when I got out of the tub.
She gets one of her sons t shirts and holds it up to me. "Yep this should cover you dear." She said smiling kindly. "Daisuke." I tell her. "Hmm?" She questions putting out everything I may need while cleaning my self. "My name...it's Daisuke." She furrowed her brow. "That's a boy's name isn't it?" She asked.
She's probably wondering if I'm lying or not. "I was once told they really wanted a boy because they thought a boy would be a big help. So even when they had me they didn't want me to think that just because I was a girl I'd be any less help. Their dead now. So I never got to ask them for sure...but that's what I was told."
I told her taking deep breaths to control my emotions. "Oh well. It's nice to meet you Daisuke." She said giving me a small smile. I smiled after her even after she left, to go fix food like she said she would on the drive here. I strip quickly and jump into the shower. "You need to shower before you get into the tub so that way your clean in the tub. The tub is for relaxing not bathing." Mrs. Namikawa's words echo in my mind. I grab the shampoo bottle and start washing my hair. I'll need to wash it more than once with how long it's been.
I took my time making sure my hair and body was squeaky clean, scrubbing my skin raw. I start to feel a bit dizzy. Probably because of how long it's been since I've had food. I decide to skip the tub. Maybe I take a bath after I eat if she'll let me. I nod my head. Yeah. That's what I'll do. I should probably tell her how old I am and be honest with her since she's been so kind to me. Lying to her that I'm just a child feels wrong.
I sit on the floor of the bathroom to dizzy to do anything else, the towel wrapped loosely around me. I continue slowly drying my self off. Don't want to be in here to long. I open the sealed panties and sock container from the store and grabbed them randomly before throwing the tee shirt over my body. Good thing I'm flat chested or I might've needed a bra. I mentally mock myself.
I move slowly out of the bathroom leaning on the wall in the hall way to support my self. As I arrive in the kitchen I see a guy come in through the garage. That must be her son. He is cute. I can see why Stacy was so interested in him. I cover my face in embarrassment, I shouldn't be thinking like that! I take a step that places me in the kitchen rather than the hall and it seems the klutz in me felt it needed to come out. I guess I wasn't as dry as I first thought or maybe it was the dizziness? I wasn't about to say no to either possibility, because I slipped and fell. "Sheep!" I cry out squeezing my eyes closed in pain. "Oh dear! Daisuke! Are you okay?!" She asked rushing to my side. "Y-yeah." I say rubbing my back. "I didn't break anything and I've dealt wit-Never mind but I'm fine just a sore butt and back now." I tell her giving her a small smile.
She heard my slip but I guess she choose to ignore it. Thank goodness. "And who might this child be mother?" Mrs. Namikawa's son asked with a raised eyebrow. He looks about 25 ish maybe? "Oh right! Daisuke! This is my son Reiji. Reiji this is Daisuke." I hold out my hand to him even though i'm on the floor. "Oh I kinda see why Stacy was worried weather he was with you at the store or not now." I tell Mrs. Namikawa. She let out a soft chuckle. "Nice to meet you." I tell him. He takes my hand and shakes it before easily pulling me up. "Nice to meet you as well." He gave me a once over and his eyes lingered on the shirt covering me. "Mother? Is that my shirt?"
"Oh Reiji your so observant you could be a famous critic of some sort." Mrs. Namikawa told Reiji avoiding his question. Beep beep beep. "Oh foods done!" Mrs. Namikawa got the food and started setting the table. I helped her trying to help her avoid the topic. "How was your day at work son?" "It went by smoothly as usual. I should be getting promoted again soon at this rate." Mrs. Namikawa kept to casual conversation the whole dinner. Even getting me involved to help sedate her sons curiosity on how we met and all. "How are are you any way's Daisuke?" Reiji asked. "You seem quiet intelligent and all to be younger than a high schooler but you look so-young."
"Actually I finished school completely when I was hmm," I paused, when did I graduate college? "14 I think. No one believes me when I tell them I'm 17." I tell the two answering both questions. "Your 17?!" Mrs. Namikawa asked. I looked down feeling a bit guilty that she bought that dress thinking I was just a child. "Um yes. I think I should be honest because I feel like I've taken advantage of your kindness a bit Mrs. Namikawa. I am 17 and an ophan. I ran away due to," I fumble for words not knowing what to say. "Problems?" Mrs. Namikawa supplied gently. Not pushing me to explain. I nod my head. "Yes, problems." I fidget with the table cloth and don't look at either of them.
"I've been living on the street since I was 14 after I finished school. Since I thought I could supply my own funds for life." I say smiling weakly. "Turns out though my childish appearance didn't ever disappear and no one wants to hire a girl who looks like she's ten or something. Even when they have a birth certificate clearly stating I'm 17 or at those time 14,15, or 16. Even when I showed them my certificate of graduation they didn't believe me." Now I was just kinda pouting about it. "I ended up on the street fearing that'd I'd get put back at that orphanage again. I never stole anything. I met some kind kids that gave me some food from like their lunch box. Since now a days only kids are kind enough to help a stranger. Besides you Mrs. Namikawa." I told her acknowledging her kindness.
"I ended up running around Japan away from gangs and losing stuff like my shoes and my other clothes on the way. I was left for dead in some instances, some nights I was completely without food and I really appreciate your kindness!" I was crying now. I jumped up from my seat and wrapped my arms around Mrs. Namikawa.
I think that was the start of the closest thing to feeling like I fit in that I would ever get. It sucks that it was taken away from me just as quickly as it began. All because I was repeating school so I wasn't a burden at the Namikawa house hold. I was even living with a police officer that was letting me live with them since I was ever reported as a missing child and I had to big a fear of an orphanage to be put in one. The Namikawa's were lovely people but I felt like it was to much. Mrs. Namikawa babied me all the time and Reiji was always at work and he always talked about how things costed money. I didn't want to be a burden so i went to a police station one day and told them part of my story.
Thus I began life with Matsuda. I still visit the Namikawa's on occasion but not very often. At first it was every weekend. Reiji didn't seem to like Matsuda, so it became an even less thing. One day though Reiji and I got into an argument about how he was treating Matsuda so now I just talk to his mom over to the phone and sometimes I go over there, for like the times i'm studying for an important test. I may know a lot of things but no matter if I think I know something or not. I'm going to do all my research and make sure of it.
Plus I don't want Light Yagami to beat me. Stupid smarty pants. Were always tied. Some how we always miss the same questions IF we miss any at all. So stupid. Of course the fact that me and Light were all that close even in just a simple rivalry was the reason I got dragged back into the life I thought I escaped.