Chapter 2
"Hey, I have a few photo shoots today, and a few interviews, so I won't be too late tonight, alright? I'm hoping to get back to enjoy some of your delicious cooking.
Love ya! ~Misa
"You always say that mom..." Kameki threw the note away in the trash.
"Kameki, you need to get ready! Your interview with that magazine is in a few hours!" One of her maids came and took her upstairs to prepare.
As the maids picked out different outfits and accessories, Kameki looked in the mirror. She was always told that she looked a lot like her mother, except for her best feature: her almond-colored eyes. Her mother told her that she had gotten that from her father, but nothing more. Her father was a subject not to be breached. "Miss Suzume?" one of the maids bustled over.
"Yes ma'am?"
"Tell me about my father."
The maid frowned. She knew about the delicate topic as well. "Well... I know that he was a member of law enforcement that died... other than that, there isn't much that I know. I'd never met him."
"I see..." Kameki always got the same response: he was a cop that dies an accidental death. So why did Misa hate him so much?
"Your breakfast is ready. Please eat and come back up when you're done." The maids stopped their work and pushed Kameki back down into the kitchen.
"Alright." As she ate her breakfast, she couldn't help thinking about how similar she was to a limited-addition doll. Very pampered, and VERY breakable. People were always trying to kidnap her, or kill her, or get close to her so that they could see Misa. She didn't even have any friends, for fear of that. Her servants and body guards were the only ones she had. She finished eating, then ran back upstairs to get ready. The maids quickly got back to work, grabbing practically everything out of her closet. One of them turned the TV on.
"-and in other news, more suspicious deaths have happened over the past week. It is unconfirmed as of yet, but it seems to most that... Kira is back."
The maids all froze at the name. No one moved for a minute, then they silently went back to work. Sports came on, and Kameki's smile wiped off her face. These reports of Kira amused her. "All right, done. You may head downstairs. The limo is waiting for you." The maids all told her goodbye, and she headed down.
"I wonder... if this is how Kira felt, watching his acts of divine retribution with a smile. No, not Kira. The OLD Kira. He was caught and killed. But the new Kira is much smarter then that. I am much smarter then that I AM... Kira." Kameki smiled again at her thoughts, and hopped into the waiting limo.
