Authors note: Hello everyone and welcome to my millionth attempt to actually create a fanfiction. I tend to write these and never upload them because of nerves but hey its 2 in the morning and I'm feeling kinda good for once so lets see how this goes. This will most likely end up being LxOC so if you don't like it you have been warned.
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I hope you enjoy this stupid idea I had as much as I enjoyed entertaining the thought..
"Ohmygosh Rileigh its been too long!" Misa squealed excitedly as she latched onto my middle. Ah the joys of being tall. I simply smiled and patted her on her head before waving at Old Lady Yukiko, staring at us in horror, who then in turn rolled her eyes and returned indoors. Misa detached herself and beamed up at me with an odd amount of happiness that I hadn't seen or heard of in awhile.
"Yeah, well, its only been a month Misa its not like you missed much" I replied sluggishly. Seriously she had been in and out of Kyoto for a few weeks now thanks to the whole modeling thing and her last trip had only been a few days. No where near as long as some of them have been. Unfortunately her job and my school schedules just didn't seem to like each other, or my theory was that the government was just secretly trying to ruin my life, and just didn't match up for the past month or so. Thankfully for me though nor even the government could stop some kid accidentally spilling a bunch of chemicals and causing a school wide evacuation which ended up giving me two days off. Small miracles.
"I know! But still so much has happened for me that I thought maybe something would of happened with you." She said, her voice heavily hinting at the fact that she wanted to talk about her important news.
Which was fine especially since I had none.
"Right, right, well lets have the wonderful heartfelt moments inside where its not raining and stuff" I mumbled as I pulled away and gestured to the inside of the house with a long sweeping arm movement.
She smiled sheepishly at me before bounding into my small studio apartment. I simply sighed before following her in and closing the door behind me. At least Misa was in a good mood this time. After her parents died she had been so down and she just never seemed to fully recover from the whole ordeal. This was the spunkiest I've seen her in years to be frank. Following her into the everything room (it's a three hundred square foot apartment, you learn to do everything in one small room) I sat down on my futon as she fretted around the room commenting on how small my place is and how I should see her new place she has being set up in Tokyo.
Thats probably what she wanted to talk about.
"Whats this about an apartment in Tokyo?" I interrupted.
She paused then grinned, turning to face me with child like excitement.
"Yeah, I'm moving! Didn't I tell you my manager got me a job in Tokyo?! It's going to be my big break I can just feel it!" She babbled
I found myself smiling at her enthusiasm.
"That's great Misa," I paused before figuring it out, "is that why you wanted to come over? Like a sort of going away party?"
"Kind of. After all you do owe me for the amazing party I threw you before you moved here" she said with a sly smile
She had me there. The going away party she threw me while we were both living in America was insane. I didn't know anyone there and I don't even want to know how she managed to put together a party like that in only a few weeks. It was a night to be remembered, which I unfortunately don't due to the alcohol being served. Good times though. Probably.
"Plus," Misa added, "I wanted to do a prank"
"A prank?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to the side.
Misa nodded quickly,
"Yeah! You see my friend Sakura works at this TV station in Tokyo and I wanted to make a couple of really lame ghost tapes to send to her so they can air them on the station. They cover a lot of dumb stuff like that."
I scoff slightly. Dumb? Ghosts could exist! Really! But I let it slide. Misa always said I had a "magical" way of thinking, her way of telling me that I was crazy. Not like she was the first one to tell me this but still they will all be wrong when the ghosts attack or when the zombie apocalypse happens and no one is prepared but me.
"So you want to make a bunch of tapes by tomorrow?"
She nodded again and I sighed
"Well I hope you already have the video footage. Let me go get out my mic and teach you to distort the audio" I relented.
She squealed in delight, thanking me profusely. I just rolled my eyes and gathered up all the equipment laying about. Being a tech nerd defiantly had its advantages, knowing how to make good occult voice overs and videos probably shouldn't be something I did with my skills but hey the unknowing masses had to learn somehow. Returning to Misa, arms full, I gently set down my mic and external audio distorter and started plugging them into my computer explaining to Misa as I went.
"The mic is easy to use, this type isn't fancy or anything so all you have to do is plug it into the mic jack." I said, holding up my laptop and tapping the jack so she could see where it plugged in. Misa nodded and so I continued.
"The vocal distorter isn't hard to use either. This one," I held up my external one, "I made myself but you could probably buy one pretty cheap."
Misa made a face at the vocal distorter and I sighed.
"Or I could just teach you to fuck up your voice with some software. Would you like that instead?"
Misa smiled sheepishly, "That would probably be better. Im not that good at all this computer stuff."
I smiled slightly and rolled my eyes, starting up the laptop and then my sound editing software. After that I testing the mic and then sat back.
"Right its ready to go. Now when you want to record you just hit the red dot here," I scrolled over to the record button and pressed it, "and then whatever you say will be downloaded straight into the software." I clicked the button again and the audio file loaded up.
The next hour consisted of me trying to show Misa how to properly distort a voice and not have it sound like junk. She just didn't seem to get the concept that only changing the pitch of the voice wouldn't do anything for the horror effect of an occult video and I tried to reason with her but she stubbornly said that she could handle it and that it would be fine. I just sighed and let her play around with it because hey it wasn't my video and as far as I knew I wasn't even really involved in it at all. Sitting back I flipped open my cell phone to check the time. Six in the evening.
"Hey Misa?" "Hmmmmm?" "You hungry at all? Its pretty much dinner time."
Misa didn't respond for a few moments, absorbed by the computer before responding with a noncommittal noise. I nodded and stood.
"Right. I'm going to go out and grab something to eat, thinking pizza, is pizza okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, pizza is good" Misa said, only half paying attention.
I huffed and grabbed my keys and left simply muttering that I'd be back in a few, I doubt she heard me anyways. And with that I headed down the stairs and out towards the only pizza place in town that didn't make you pay an arm and a leg.
Misa was still staring at the computer screen when I got back, two small pizzas in hand. Though judging by the half naked men now covering my computers background and the giggles Misa was making she was done with the mic. Her giggles turned into full out snorts of laughter as she changed the background to some naked actor. I smiled before forcing a serious face and clearing my throat. Misa instantly looked over at me and attempted to chock down her laughter but only managed to make herself snort which caused her to fall into another fit of giggles.
"And so I assume you are done with the video. Or does having a naked guy on my screen help?" I wondered sarcastically, failing to keep the hard look on my face. Misa grinned .
"Didn't you know Rileigh?" Her face turned serious, "your computer is possessed. We must kill it with fire."
We stared at eachother, stone faced and scowling before Misa finally cracked and started laughing incessantly and I quickly dissolved into the same. I set down the pizza as we both calmed down into soft giggled and gasps. Misa grabbed one of the boxes and opened it, made a face at the contents and then shoved it into my hands.
"That one is definitely yours." She said grabbing the other and flipping it open, making a pleased noise as she pulled put a slice of cheese pizza. I grabbed at my own cheese and mushroom one and we ate in relative silence. During which I pulled up the video editor and turned on Misa's prank video about some ghost walking though a park or something.
"Did you render it?" I asked glancing over at her from the video. She nodded.
"Yeah, and I already put them on these tapes." She held up a few tapes and I smiled. She was learning fast.
"So are you going to drop those off in the post box tomorrow?"
"Actually," she started, looking away nervously, "I was wondering if you could send them out for me. I'm leaving really early and I don't think I'll have the time to do it myself."
I gave her a weird look because honestly she had no need to be nervous about such a request. I mean it would literally only take a few minutes out of my time and its not like it was dangerous to do or anything. A weird feeling welled up in my gut. What if she was lying to me? What if she was doing something really bad or if this was illegal and she didn't want it to be traced to her? The feeling grew more and more intense and then she looked up at me with her large brown eyes and I clamped down those feelings and thoughts and forced a smile onto my face. I was being paranoid. I had always been this way, worrying about "nothing", believing in things that weren't "real". Misa was the first person to even get past all that and my eccentricities and here I was judging her and being worried that her of all people would bring me harm.
Reaching out I grabbed her shoulder and smiled warmly at her, my best friend.
"Misa, its a freaking occult tape, not a anthrax bomb or something. Of course I can mail it for you."
Misa smiled and hugged me, yelling a hundred thanks into my ear as she squeezed the life out of me. I didn't get to see the guilt in her eyes.
Fifteen hours later Misa was gone and the tapes were sealed and sent to Misa's "friend" in Tokyo.
Two days later my quiet, normal, peaceful existence came to a screeching halt and then fell apart in front of me.