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Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note .
Natsumi 's P.O.V.
I'm good at what i do; which is why I have five hoodies, twelve pairs of socks, a headband, and a tazer (don't ask). I'm good enough to know when I have a tail. And I have one. I've been careless these few days after my father 's death , strutting into the cafe like I own it, sitting in the same spot , ordering the same thing -cheesecake, if you're asking - and hacking.
I should've figured someone would catch on. The scary part , I can't figure out who ; the customers change daily. I only remember the credit card numbers.
I ease my hands into my purse , rubbing the cover of my Death Note for comfort. Sadly, i can't draw out any , so i try to pay attention to the flypaper on the ceiling and the annoying shinigami to my left; rambling on about the new nail polish some supermodel called 'Misa Misa' came out with, how it looks 'oh, so lovely' on her human hands, and whether or not nail stylists' give manicures to shinigami's-Wham! I smack the table, annoyed.
I'm going to get caught , I can feel it. Now, I'm scared .
Clutching my purse, i stand shakily. I'm running , stumbling blindly out of the cafe, bumping into a young lady.
I don't look back , knowing her wallet is in my hand.
OOOH! Wow, how exciting! She's interesting isn't she? I love her! I wonder what's gonna happen next?
~Yume-Sama