The blond girl bent over near my face to examine me. I tried to look as nice as possible, because if I could just get adopted by this girl, then I could escape easily. I wagged my tail and let my tongue roll out of my mouth. The blonde girl giggled and I tried to lick her hand, which was near my face. The girl smiled and said," I'm going to buy you puppy!" I barked quietly and tried to get up. The girl looked around and whispered in my ear, thinking I wouldn't understand," Together we can kill L."
I was appalled and terrified that this harmless looking girl wanted to kill L. I mean, she looked like she couldn't even kill a fly! I tried to wag my tail, but whimpered. She got up and said, "I'll be right back puppy." I lay on the ground and tried to come up with a plan, but no formula or solution came to my mind. I groaned and rolled onto my side, still thinking hard. Where was L when you needed to tell him information that his life depends on?
I found out that the girl's name was Misa Amane and that she was a famous model. I also found out that she killed with a notebook called a Death Note. The fact that she was a model though, was very good for me, because when I recovered my strength, I would be able to escape when she wasn't home (which was about the whole day). I closed my eyes and enjoyed the soft feeling of the pillow in which my head rested on. I sighed and thought, Why do I even have to go back to L and the investigation team? I mean, if they cared about me at all I would be sitting on L's couch eating his candy and ice cream. I yawned and fell asleep, twisting into frightful and disturbing dreams.
The shinigami snarled and paced back and forth across the small alleyway, often stopping to think. Ronca had wounded him, amazingly she had ripped off his scale. He looked at the small patch of red in which smoke was rising up from and growled. He knew what Ronca was, he had been deeply doubting that she was one but the scale incident had proved it. She was the only thing that could kill a shinigami; the only thing that was made of pure courage, kindness, and loyalty. She was a Spirit Wolf, the last Spirit Wolf ever.
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a soft fleece blanket. I sighed and got to find that my leg felt a lot better. After stretching without any pain, I trotted over to the mirror to find that I looked as great as I felt. I smiled a wolf smile and raced around the room, amazed that I could actually run. After racing around as fast as I could, I sat down and searched the room for an opening. I found that the only way to escape was to go through the window.
I backed up slowly, after calculating the distance between me and the window I pushed up off of my healed back legs and slammed out of the window. Small bits of glass buried themselves into my fur and made blood spill, but I couldn't care less. All I cared about was that I was free, free from all of the chains that had held me. I galloped in the direction that L's hotel was in.
I panted hard and slowed to a walk as I passed a small cafe and continued on my journey. Finally I stopped and looked up into the sky and saw that night was approaching quickly and that I should start to find shelter, for the wind smelt like rain. I inched forward to a big card board box and collapsed inside, my sides heaving. I closed my eyes and imagined running in a mist filled forest, with a pack of white wolves right by my side.
The next morning I awoke to the rumbling of a strange creature, a weird growling snarl coming from inside my box. After five minutes of trying to figure out if it was dangerous, I realized it was my starving stomach. I whimpered and poked my head out of my box, sniffing for any sign of food. Finding that there was a faint scent of hot dogs, I slipped out of my box and trotted towards an overturned garbage can. I crawled into the can and pulled out a slightly green hot dog and gulped it down. Once I found some small bits of chicken and a potato, I continued onward.
After six hours of traveling, I slowed down and suddenly thought about how stupid I was. I looked down at my neck to see no black belt with a button. I yelped and raced back to where Misa lived, to get the belt before Misa found out how to use it to call Watari and how she could probably track the call to Watari and then Watari to L. As I raced past a couple of little girls in uniforms, I sighed and thought, Another day wasted.
After seven hours of going back the way I came, I arrived at Misa's apartment. Seeing that the smashed window had been replaced I knew that Misa had been home. I peered through the window to see no one home at all. Strange, I thought to myself, Misa should be home at this hour (which was nine o clock pm). I shrugged this thought of, but it kept creeping back, nudging me and pestering me until I found that it might be important. I smashed through the window and quickly started looking for my belt/collar/phone kinda. Finally I found it buried under some make up materials. I grabbed it between my teeth and climbed back out the window, looking back one last time at the good life.