DN: Love Me Not
That night, Mimiko found herself up. Yawning as she turned around and look to her clock. Neon green numbers reading it was nearly three in the morning. She shouldn't be up so late. In just a couple hours she would have to wake up and get ready for school. Well, if she wasn't still wearing her uniform anyway. Mimiko hadn't bothered to get into any pajamas, she wasn't tired to sleep anyway.
/CookieChick/: Hello?
/CookieChick/: You there?
/CookieChick/: Ryuuu :3
/MuffinMan/: You're up late.
/CookieChick/: So are you.
/MuffinMan/: I'm always up late.
/CookieChick/: I know. Says you've been on the forum for almost three days.
/MuffinMan/: That sounds about right.
/CookieChick/: Don't you go to school?
/MuffinMan/: I usually just stay signed on while I'm out. That's why.
/CookieChick/: Oh I see. So what cha doin?
/MuffinMan/: Nothing really.
/CookieChick/: Well, why are you up so late?
/MuffinMan/: Can't sleep.
/MuffinMan/: Don't you have school?
/MuffinMan/: You should go to bed.
/CookieChick/: I'm not going tomorrow.
/CookieChick/: Er, today I mean.
Whatev.
/MuffinMan/: Honest mistake of the
sleep deprived love :3
/MuffinMan/: May I ask why you're
skipping school?
/CookieChick/: I'm secretly stalking you. Shh.
/MuffinMan/: Ah I see. Good luck with that.
/CookieChick/: LoL yes. But there is actually a reason.
/MuffinMan/: Yea?
/CookieChick/: I'm thinking of going to America. I dunno.
/MuffinMan/: That's far.
/CookieChick/: I need to get away.
/MuffinMan/: Vacation?
/CookieChick/: School. And probably permanent.
/MuffinMan: It'll be hard to stalk me all the way over there. D:
/CookieChick/: I think I'm being
stalked. It's creepy.
/CookieChick/: It's a curse to be this
good looking. xD
/MuffinMan/: Stalked?
/MuffinMan/:
Seriously?
/CookieChick/: Just this guy at school.
/CookieChick/: And his friend.
/CookieChick/: And this other guy.
/MuffinMan/: Are you sure you're not
their god or something?
/MuffinMan/: Could be trying to praise
you. :D
/CookieChick/: I'm no god.
/MuffinMan/: Hm. Is it bad?
/CookieChick/: More like creepy.
/MuffinMan/: Explain.
/CookieChick/: Well, when I started
school I met this guy. He's ok I guess. Your usual 'perfect' type. I
met him once, and he just shows up at my house.
/CookieChick/: Then today, same guy
tries hanging out with me.
/CookieChick/: His friend comes by and
starts looking at me all crazy.
/CookieChick/: Ugh.
/MuffinMan/: And the third?
/CookieChick/: What?
MuffinMan: -/CookieChick/: Just this guy at school /CookieChick/: And his friend /CookieChick/: And this other guy.-
/CookieChick/: Oh yea. Well only two of
them came to my house.
/CookieChick/: The other guy I only see
in school.
/CookieChick/: He seems normal enough.
/MuffinMan/: You know, if it gets worse you should call the police.
/CookieChick/: Or you could come over and beat them up.
/MuffinMan/: I could probably do that.
/CookieChick/: Seriously?
/MuffinMan/: . . . . .
/CookieChick/: I swear I'm not REALLY a
crazy stalker.
/CookieChick/: Besides, I'll be going
to America.
/CookieChick/: And then BANG you missed
your chance.
/MuffinMan/: I don't know.
/CookieChick/: Aw :(
/CookieChick/: Please?
/CookieChick/: Pretty please?!
/CookieChick/: With sugar on top!!! xD
/MuffinMan/: You had to drag sugar into this didn't you.
The next day at school had been an interesting one. Long and drawn out as it naturally was. The conversation at lunch would be one of importance.
"Guess she's sick."
It was the only thing Raito had to think of when L brought up the fact Mimiko wasn't around. Things where starting to click oddly together.
"She didn't seem ill yesterday Yagami-kun."
"She could have just skipped. Probably pist off that guys keep showing up at her door. Or she could be mourning, like you said. We should give her space."
"Cookie."
"No I don't have any cookies..."
"The girl online."
"Oh that. Yea what about her? She finally send you a picture or something?"
"I think Hitori-chan is Cookie."
"You mean the girl online never told you her name?"
"Like I said, she's shy."
"Does she know your name?"
"She knows Ryuzaki."
"Dammit!"
