YUKI THE ALMIGHTY
CH. 4
To understand the character Miu and the event that have led up to now, we must journey back three months ago. A then 17 year old pixie chick with sky blue hair and the most orange of eyes they rivaled that of well how else? An orange. She had a knack for adventure and a curiosity similar to a cat's. Miu began her good byes with all the confused Wammy house children, confused as to why one of their greatest friends was leaving them for good and never returning. Unlike the other children there, Miu was not a permanent occupant. Yes she had her own room to stay in when she needed but she hardly even lived there.
Miu was introduced to the Wammy house by a group of friends whom were having their own housing pending. But that my dear reader, is a story for another time. For now we focus on that day three months ago; Miu felt too big to have relations to the small association of Wammy housethus decided to cut all ties.
"You will be coming to visit right? I need at least one other artist genius here to discuss ideals with." She was small british child with short raven hair in two pigtails, one on each side of her head. She gripped onto a small sketchpad in one hand and Miu's jacket in the other.
"I'm sorry Amy, but that may be unlikely. Tell you what though, go open that world renowned art museum you've always told me about and we'll see what happens from there." Miu patted the now crying on the head and grabbed her back pack and motorcycle helmet. "Now where are my keys? Which one of you brats hid it?" A sudden thud landed on her head, she caught the object before it fell to the floor. It was her keys, the suspect behind the action, stood behind the upstairs bannisters. Miu's eyes travelled up to a sixteen year old red head in a stripped black and red long sleeve and tight jeans to complete his teenage rebel look.
"Where's the drama queen? Is he coming to say goodbye?" Miu sarcastically grinned knowing the answer.
The red head rubbed the back of his head and tried to not make eye contact with the girl. "Do you want his words or mine?"
"You know I don't like beating about the bush."
"Well… he said 'get lost ass hole, you're merely a smudge on the Wammy house name. Go have fun in that hell hole of a city.' The next part is to explicit for me to repeat in front of some of these children so I'll paraphrase, 'leave and play with your boy-toy.'"
At that Miu's grin grew wider, "aww is that a small crush detect?" The red-head laughed and began his cool descend the wooden staircase, hands in his pockets and his head facing the floor. He still looked down once he arrived in front of Miu. It was dead silent throughout the home and finally the red-head uncharacteristic to his personality brought the blue-haired Miu into a tight embrace.
"What do you have in Tokyo that you don't have here? I know she haunts you but-"
"No Matt, this has nothing to do with that. Neither do you, or Mello, especially not Mello no matter how suspicious he may be." Matt released her and gathered her things once more.
"Well, be careful with that murder out there, if you need help call L."
"You know I can't do that."
"Fine call us if you ever need something hacked." Miu was already out the door but turned once more to utter a single word.
"No." She turned and closed the door to the Wammy house, forever.
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As Miu sped through traffic towards the airport, her mind began to wander over to the phone call with L. Apparently along with the two Kira's that had seemed to be behind the prisoner killings but there was seemed to be a peak in famous mafia heart attacks as well. The key gang among the stats was a rival gang Miu knew all too well from her past.
"Listen L I'm telling you, Akira has no part in this. He is way to busy with my own orders, go look for your answers elsewhere."
"But Miu any way I look at it one of the-"
Miu furiously cut him off, "I said NO! L, I'M DONE! Do you hear me done! Done! First Mello then you! I'll be leaving in a couple of days and I don't want you, your subordinates, or any other Whammy house members! Make any moves towards anyone in my life here on out, and…. And you'll regret you ever brought us in."
Miu paused and realized what she haad told one of the most powerful person on planet earth. Not just that, but she used "that" event in such a manner that was utterly unforgivable. "Miu, you know I take full responsibility for what happened-"
"NO! Just no. You don't get to talk about it. And I'm done talking about it. This is the last we will ever communicate L, never think of me again." She hung up the phone and deleted the contact from her phone, it didn't mean anything for a person like L but it gave Miu comfort.
1 month later
Miu had grown comfortable with her new life. She was starting up a regular student's college life, she had in fact taken up Matt on one last request to erase the Wammy house's existence and replaced it with another record suiting an 18 year old. She had her own apartment, her own job at the flower department, and her own friends. Most of those friends comprised of the old ones before the incident, and some new ones that were friends of those friends. Yuki had been one of those before friends, she never asked about why or what but just accepted and was there. Yuki was the one solid stone outside of the Wammy house and… "Them" with no ulterior motives. Miu mad it her duty to stand with Capri and Kai to protect her friend from any harm that may befall her. This was her new purpose and the mission Akira was given while she was away. Now she was back and ready to live free along with the people she chose.
Miu entered her home with a smile only those filled with true happiness could make. She left her backpack full of art supplies by the door and skipped her way into her bedroom. Another day lying on Akira's lap while discussing with Yuki about a world where everyone had a duck bill and there was a single child born with a raven's beak. Each day after class she and her friends would go on like this as they all sat under an apple tree in the university's courtyard. Nothing could be more perfect, but then again, L seemed to not like perfect. Miu flopped on her bed in total bliss and turned her head to her glowing laptop.
A single letter L was on the screen. "Miu we need talk about your friend-"
"No! no, no, no, no, no, no. Nope not happening." She snapped her fingers and the laptop erupted in flames. Her phone turned on and L's voice began talking.
"Listen to me Miu I'm warning you now about future events that may occur." Miu grabbed the phone and chucked it at the wall breaking it into tiny pieces. She sat back down on her bed and grabbed at hair and let out a quiet and tired sigh of anger.
Two months later
There had been no more attempts of L trying to reach her so Miu believed he had gotten the message. How naïve she had been for when a very ill Capri and injured Kai came pounding on her door, she knew how arrogant she was up to this point in time to allow this to continue.
She locked the two boys in her home and told them she knew exactly who was behind this. She hoped on her motorcycle and headed to the Japanese Kira taskforce to raise hell.
