"Well, Irin. What is happening?" Meadra said slowly, without taking her eyes out of the sphere that showed Sherazade's path, wandering the hideout while talking nonsense to the guy who named himself Mello.

"Why are you interested in her? Don't you hate the way she treat all of you?" Irin said lowering his head. Meadra was bigger than him, and sometimes intimidated him until he spoke whatever she wanted. However, the will of her actions wasn't just to frighten, but make some company while his partner was just replacing him for some humans.

"I see she's doing very well without you, Irin." She scoffed as Irin sat down behind the sphere and stacked some human skulls. Should be very lonely in that desert, in the middle of thousands of outer gray deserts that formed the Shinigami World.

"This is just childish. Everybody around here thought she was somewhat like them, and she's going to prove that's not even close to reality." Irin protected her like he almost agreed the things Sherazade was doing. Meadra wasn't convinced he would just let her go, his pro activeness was way too high for something like that, but… He hasn't playing cards for days. In the human calendar, she was gone two week ago, that felt like miserable years, and spent the monotonous days staring at the starless gray sky while memorizing all the names he had written in his notebook. "By the way, her murder count will not lower for a long time. That thing she create to kill once in a time will handle her crimes and… everything."

"You don't have to protect her like this. She's gone, won't hear and tell the old man." Sachou butted in, carrying a Death Note that seemed to be new. Not that new Death Notes could be entirely visible, like you can see when a super rich girl talks to the newest cellphone in market, but they could smell the ink that had made it his. The written cover "Sachou", made from dying tree's resin. The dream of the painters, as the ink was the whitest, and had the capacity of lasting millenniums, if it was needed. Curiously, the Death Notes generally does not have the eternal lifespan, averagely said by the King, as death gods occasionally lose, destroy or even eat the note for unknown reasons. There wasn't many ancient notebooks on usage.

"Great, even you! How's your little girl?" Irin rolled his reptile eyes. Not that he cared.

"She's dead." Sachou made sure her statement echoed around them. Irin didn't apologize or anything, as any death god wouldn't. Actually, I guess nobody around there would ever care about a human. "And I guess I just found out who to blame."

"Get over it. Humans live, humans die." Irin flicked a piece of a human skull to Sachou's feet. "Don't blame the death gods for doing their miserable job."

"But they wasn't supposed to kill who owns the notebook! How could her?" Sachou yelled, making both Meadra and Irin raise their view to his head, which was marked with lines just like thousand of tears ran from his eyes. A really melancholic appearance for a shinigami.


Mello and Shena were following Misa again, like the whole week when weren't talking on the phone with Halle, working on the information, killing the time staying in the hideout or buying chocolate bars. It was something almost exciting for a shinigami who used to stay the whole free time with Irin playing cards, and the men who lived with probably weren't complaining about the work they had to make just because they wanted that much to find the killer and put Kira's head on their fireplace.

Outside, Shena wasn't allowed to speak with anyone else but him, considering the past circumstances that led finding the Kira follower and maybe putting Near in exposure. Couldn't even show much attention. Both disguised with long coats and sunglasses, like every normal people who is in the cold. Actually, she was wearing Matt's reading glasses that she found cute, but Mello was dressed totally black. Not so many questions one could make to another, as everything they could do was just in front of them. Some jealously used to come from Shena when the only one who could talk with the blonde was Halle, being practically the spokesperson from the SPK. Real conversations sometimes crossed over the case until the particular things come out were heard from the room at night when Sherazade pretended to sleep. What a shame feeling a competition against a human…

"Mello…?" Shena whispered lowering her head as he pretended to read the newspaper.

"What?" He looked at the watch. Passed one hour they were in the same place, waiting Misa to leave the model agency. Although Mello was doing everything by his own will, he wasn't as patient as he should to follow a girl.

"Did you talk to Hal recently?" She lowered her voice finishing the phrase, after hesitating on starting. One of his eyebrow raised, waiting for some addition to make the question a little more sensible. Maybe he noticed the meaning of it as she turned the vision back to the girl.

"What?" He put down the newspaper to see her face closely. "Yes, I did."

"Hum." She grumbled stretching the coat to change the focus of her mind. He held strongly her hand and started to walk fast. Misa was moving unusually, looking at the map, then around and the man who she was with called the cab to both enter, leaving Mello with no choice but running to the parked car on the sidewalk. Shena just followed him, without discussing like she used to when they were going to spend sometime in the car he wasn't used to drive. Some people would argue by their driving skills because they don't want to suffer a car crash, others because they get sick. Sherazade just couldn't bear his lack of discretion to follow someone by car without being noticed. If only that car wasn't red, or some color that was a little more… discreet.

She rested her head on the window, looking at Mello's expression. Something was making her really shy in the moment, and didn't have the will to argue. They were probably heading to the airport, when started to increasingly appear the numbers of airplanes somewhat close to the streets. If she could only say that has never been in a plane, but already saw the view from above just like God would see the humans, would have at least some more Kira freaks after her just to see if they can have a Death Note… or try killing her for being so audacious in such an important matter like Kira's name.

"You're quiet." Mello said calmly while the streets started to be more stable on the car speed. "Usually you complain more about the chances of seeing us."

"You improved." She lied, and he smiled anyway. Then, looked at the taxi that stopped by some airline park and the people it left.

"What?" He quickly found someplace to leave the car and entered in the airport. The cameras that pointed to them worried her, since the recordings and photos she appeared looked just like a ghost, and a white blurred representation of her human image wasn't the best disguise for a place like an airport, where everybody is tense and ready to aim at anyone who may be a threat to the population. Surely, if they knew shinigamis exist, a lot of people would freak out, even more if the shinigami was just next to them. Maybe not Misa, as Sherazade knew that girl already had a Death Note and her own shinigami, cheerfully walking to a Japanese man with lots of luggage that was surely much bigger than her.

"Misa Amane… She looks like she's getting back to Japan..." Mello took a bit from the chocolate as they stared at the comic scene. That guy, named Kanzo Mogi, was holding everything with some disapproving face. The cellphone started to ring.

"What's going on, Matt? Mogi's in lax." Sherazade couldn't hear very well what Matt was saying, but there was something like he was desperate and surely failed on the job of tracking the guy. She smiled shyly. "I warned him not to let down his guard." Mello grumbled walking behind Misa. Shena stood right behind him, trying to hear the call. "Matt, I'm going to Japan after Mogi. You come later, too."

Matt shouted on the call, then Mello turned off holding Shena's hand again to lead her to somewhere close to the corners. Not even cameras seemed to capture her image in that spot. She could just have hid under that shades all the time.

"Are you going with me?" He looked at her eyes, putting her hand on his chest. That wasn't supposed to be sensitive, but it was. "Don't feel the obligation if you prefer to stay in the USA."

His harsh voice didn't reflect what she was seeing in his trembling eyes. Didn't have any reason to stay in the USA, and it wasn't a big deal to change her location on Earth if she had already changed worlds.

"Yes, I am." Instead of him, she was the one who led by the hand his way, crossing the hall to change the country. "Let's go."

"Wait." Mello sighed and put the hands on his head, messing up. "We need the tickets."

Mello surely had contacts. When he got on the attendant, the woman had already called a bigger man with sunglasses, dressed as a higher position on the place. Mello showed a document that was with a picture of a blond man that wasn't him.

"Japan." He said toughly.

"And her?" The man looked at Shena setting the sunglasses to fit perfectly on his face. "I can't do anything without an ID."

Mello sighed. Sherazade didn't have any ID, as she wasn't a registered person in the world, which was a problem since nobody and nothing could prove or lie something like birth or proprieties if that never happened. Maybe she could have fake, just like Mello, but the knowledge of the need of papers was too far from the shinigami understanding before passing through a situation to learn. I don't know if it's happy the fact he couldn't use the strength and guns in that airport. After all, would be one pistol against hundreds sub-machine guns.

"You come with Matt later." He commanded. Shena wasn't very happy with his decision, giving up so easily. That wasn't typical from his part, but let go. She had a simple plan. Mello left the service desk and gave her the keys to the car to get back to the apartment, leaving Shena paralyzed watching him go.

"So easily..." She whispered swinging the keys with her fingers. Walked to the spot the cameras didn't catch her image and became invisible, walking through every security level to get to Mello. As she ran trying to track him, she could see how nervous was getting to pass everything. I guess everybody get a little nervous to pass through security, so imagine if you are a criminal that is being hunted all over the world.

Happily, the flight was on schedule. Would be very boring to keep waiting hours without being at least prepared psychologically in the morning to stand there doing nothing. As he entered in the plane, the woman followed his steps in the middle of the unquiet crowd after becoming visible again. Everyone got their sits as quickly set their hand luggage in the cabin. Mello was sat in the back of the plane, next to a black haired man that was already sleeping on the window, so she took the advantage to sit next to him while there wasn't anyone paying attention to their surround.

"I thought I wouldn't do it." Sherazade said fixing her hair. Mello stood looking at his watch like was waiting for something to happen.

"I told you to go with Matt!" He said toughly.

"I know. But if I can go now, why waiting?" He groaned, getting back to the magazines the airline leaves for the passengers. There was plenty of images of horizons that people would never meet because they probably wouldn't survive a place like Saara desert or the arctic. Maybe the forest with the utopian waterfall, but with the insects that the companies don't show, would be just a momentary desire.

"It's beautiful." She commented. For a shinigami, colorful and vivid landscapes tend to be incredible, not even having to mention the reason. If only one death god had the initiative to make the Realm a beautiful place, like the ancient times, maybe the humans would be migrating instead. "Have you ever been somewhere like this?"

"Yes." He kept his harsh tone against her. Even if the reason he wanted her to stay was destroyed when she appeared in the plane, that wasn't enough to disobey him. "But I don't want to talk about it."

She just carried on. It's no use arguing with him when he's just pissed off, and no reason would be good enough to make him see he was wrong. Wrong on getting mad, wrong on leaving her behind.

"Matt said he was delaying one or two days to pack everything with your help. Now he'll get twice as late."

"We both know he will delay anyway, and you invited me before... Don't hurry lying, you're bad at it."

He sighed. Her calmness was getting him nervous, passing so many security without a clear explanation.

"How did you make it?"

Shena avoided any more lies, not answering to lay on Mello's shoulder. His eyes widened, but slowly relaxed and put his hand on her head.

"I'm tired, Mello." She cried. Her breathing was synchronized to his, increasing and decreasing calmly. "Can't you stop the case for sometime?"

I guess nobody could ever suggest such thing, resulting in an even angrier man and probably throw away the possibilities to live with the person, but that wasn't the case. He just closed the serious eyes to speak caressing her hair.

"I know you must be tired. Anyone would be tired, but you agreed to live with me, and knew about the position we were." She paralyzed when the "anyone" echoed in her ears. He wasn't supposed to compare her to anyone, at least in her worshiped mind. "I offered you someone else."

"I don't have this option." She whispered. "Who would I stay with?"

"I have contacts. I could provide you guards, a place, anything better than traveling and accomplishing the case." He spoke with a secure tone as his view was on the people that was in front of them, in an average of five or six rows of seats. Incredible the fact that they didn't realize they were being followed since forever by a stylish guy.

Sherazade stood silent. Perhaps it was the best solution in the moment to avoid any social interaction that could become unpleasant. Mello was focused, and troubling his goal was selfish. Anyway, shinigamis don't usually learn how to be a good friend in kindergarten, just kill, and kill without breaking the Realm's rules. Sadly, they aren't toddlers when learn how to survive. Some lucky death gods are told briefly about them, but the most isolated ones are just in destiny's hand to risk killing a human that will end the life of another and eventually save the sheep the lion was going to be fed.

"What's your plan" Sherazade whispered in his ear, trying to get him less nervous and angry. She had a gift of driving anyone crazy, compared to an ordinary human in her same personality. Perhaps if she was a mortal living since birth in this type of society, she'd be the most serious and not-driving-crazy person that I would know. Sadly, for my misery, it's not the real case.

"We are going to install the devices in the hideout I was planning weeks ago. I am not surprised we're moving, as I've already told you." He checked the hour on the cellphone visor and sighed. "However, I wasn't counting on Matt's failure. They played with him, and he fell so easily..."

"Everyone makes mistakes when they're not totally focused on their work. And let me tell you, Matt is just afraid of your harassment." Shena smiled as said degrading things about Mello's partner. "Are you sure you still need him if he proved his work is less than expected?"

"It's not like I have any other option. If he's the best, imagine the worst." He said calmly, but she widened her eyes, then tried to disguise. She liked Matt, but what he did, what he was in charge was attractive to her. Mello doubted until his fingertips about her possible performance in anything he needed, and would do pretty much of anything to have another option but her. Furthermore, Matt knew what to search, even if he failed sometimes. He knew what was in the game, and in Mello's eyes, she knew almost nothing. She was cool, she was great, but still useless in this aspect. "I can't prevent 100% free of mistakes, but at least he gives me current information because there is someone seeing from above."

"I could try doing it." She raised the index finger in hope of acceptance.

"I can't leave you alone."

Mello stood quiet after the last phrase. The woman's eyes widened again, not leaving space on her mind to make an argument.

"Sleep. Japan is a long trip." The blonde slowed pulled her head to be supported by his shoulder. She didn't fight or make any sound. Just did what he said.