I took off my theifs clothes, mask, gloves, shoes and benie as quickly as I could, and then ripped them up so they couldn't be recognized as clothes. Then when they were little shards of fabric I buring them in a hole in the gras soil near the bridge. Then I look around. Someone had set their clothes out in the yard to dry.(A.N. Good for the enviorment, but comeon your gonna get stolen from!) i bolted and snatched some. Then underneth the bridge again I changed into them.
I was in a hot pink tank top with a pale pink miniskirt, a bohemian- beaded cloth handbag, and pale gold strap-on short heels. I let my messy blone hair cascade down my back and fall in my face. I dug through my theifs satched and got makeup and a hand mirror.
I put on really really thick makeup. Foundation and consealer and bright pink lipstick. Then really thick eye liner and eyeshadow with thick mascara. A theifs mask still showed your lips and nose, and the shape of your jaw; there was only so much you could do, but now that I had makeup on, i looked unrecongzable. I smiled.
If anyone wlaking down the street saw me, they would hella mistake me for a prostitute. Perfect way to throw them off would be as if I was looking for attention.
I put my important stuff like my id and the makeup and of course, the death note in the cloth handbag, and cut up the satchel and burried it. I took out the death note again, feeling the old artifact with my hands, and opening it. I ran my hands over the pages, my heart-beat major hella alarmed that I was holding a weapon of mass destruction in my hands, then put it back in the bag.
Then I cat-walked out into the street, my chest up.
I watched the river below me as i crosed the bridge. All of a sudden, a cop apppeared! he was driving in his car. he stopped by me.
I smiled. "Yes, officer?"
The cop pursed his lips. "What are you doign at this time of night, young lady?"
I shrugged my shoudlers. "Walking back form the club."
The cop nodded slowly. "Ya sure about that?"
I narrowed my eyes. "What's your probably cause, sir?"
The cop got out. "You're not Japanese." he looked me up and down suspicously. "I need to make sure you're not trafficked into the country. Let me see your visa."
I froze. "I-i left it back at my firends house. i've been staying with her. I didn't bring it with me to the club." I got out my ID. "i have this one me though,"
The cop nodded. "uh-huh."
He got a call on his radio, then put it away. My heart froze. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
"We have a thief loose, a woman, believe it or not. Would you happen to have seen anyone?"
I shook my head, my hair rippling.
"Na."
The cop nodded. "I'll escort you back to your hotel."
I smiled. "that's okay. i've been staying with my friend.
Then i'll escort you back to your friends house." My heart skipped a beat.
"okay, thanks," i smiled.
I got in the police car, a nervous wreck.
The cop adjusted his mirrior, black aviator glasses relfecting the lights from outside. Like the eyes of a scary robot, authority seemed just as merciless.
"Can i see your id?" I handed it to him. i looked at it. Daaaang, the dude knew english! D;
I twiddley twiddleo twiddled my thumbs, whistling such a tune. It was a habit of mine when i was nervous.
The cop gave it back and drove me. Misa came up, waving. Than goodness she was dressed modest today, in a business suite, even! With her hair down. good! She looked respectible and professional.
I got out of the car and bowed thanks. The cop turned to Misa.
"How often does your friend go out? Is it every night?'
Misa smiled. "Not often, unless it's social."
I nodded. "the club isn;t a regular thing for me. It's a special occasion kind of thing. lets me blow off stress to get lost in the beat, you know?"
The cop nodded. 'Dont let me catch you on the streets at night again. take a cab next time."
I bobbed my head in a nodd. "Okay, thank you!"
I wave as he drives away. Misa turns to me worriedly.
"Do you have the death note?" She whispered. I told her everything thhat had happened and why.
She nodded after hearing my story, us sipping tea at her kitchen table, major hellla broken out into a nervous sweat.
"that was a closie." Misa said. I agreed.
"Why did you want me to hold onto the death note?"
Misa smiled. "they're getting close to finding out I'm the second person who has the book,"
"Oh," i said.
"We're called Kira. there are two of us." She blushed. "but I am no where near as smart as the real kira, light!"
I nodded. "They searched my house today. they'll probably bring me in soon."
She turned to me. "So that's why i had you hold onto it."
"K," i nodded. "Misa, I don't have a visa. Is there anyway I can get a fake one?"
"let me see what I can do," Misa siad.
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