AN: I figured it was about time to stick this chapter in, finally confirming what has basically been up in the air until now.
May 22, 2011
7:28 AM
Mamoru Miyano was a busy man.
At 6 AM sharp, his alarm clock went off. At 6:20 he stepped out of the shower and got dressed. At 6:35 he ate breakfast, and by 6:45 he was out the door of his apartment for the hour-long commute to his banking job. Every day for the past few years he'd kept up the façade of a normal man living a normal life.
Frankly, finding the Death Note had been both a blessing and a curse.
Before the notebook had come into his life, he'd been a bit... 'unstable,' as his doctors had put it. Powerless. He found power in his routine and compulsive disorders that nobody else understood, and when anyone threatened to break his schedule he lashed out. It was natural for him; apparently it wasn't natural for a normal human being.
Now, he was anything but powerless. With the flick of a wrist, he could kill anyone that displeased him. It was an eerily amazing feeling, knowing you had that kind of control and the ability to use it. Use it he did: the world's crime rate had dipped to the lowest it had ever been in history because of him.
Interestingly enough, though, he had no desire to use it for his own personal gain. If he used the notebook to kill people he knew directly, it would be a sure sign that something was unusual. That is, assuming L was really that good of a detective... but Miyano was not a completely stupid man. He knew better than to take that chance.
He knew better than to gamble his own life in this game, because chances were that he would lose.
"Hey, Mamie."
Miyano, on the subway, did his best to ignore the shinigami that followed him constantly. He felt his eyebrow twitch as Ryuk completely butchered his given name in an attempt to make it more personal.
It didn't work.
"Mamie, I know you can hear me..."
Or perhaps the shinigami just did it to be annoying? That could very well be: it wasn't very happy that it had to eat it's apples outside, and being annoying when Miyano had to listen was a damn good way to get back at him.
"Maaaaaaamieeeeee..."
Finally Miyano gave in. "What?" he muttered under his breath.
"What do you call a human that follows another human around for kicks?"
What the hell does that mean? Miyano glanced around the subway. Nobody was looking at him, and he figured it would be okay to discreetly answer the shinigami's question. "A stalker?" he murmured, still annoyed by the shinigami. "Why?"
"Huh? Oh, because I think you have one."
I HAVE A STALKER?? Miyano's life practically flashed before his eyes. "What?" he squeaked in a low voice.
"Um, yeah." Ryuk scratched the top of his head and pointed to a guy a couple seats away. "See that dude in the suit over there? He's been following you for a few days now. At first I thought it was a coincidence, but it got a little obvious he's stalking you when he followed you in the grocery store the other night... It's getting really annoying..."
Miyano didn't listen to the rest of what Ryuk had to say. He was looking at the man the shinigami said had been following him. With a sickening feeling, he noticed that the man kept nervously glancing at him every couple minutes.
If he's really a stalker, I have to get rid of him. I have to get rid of him. How do you ditch a stalker?
He didn't know. But he would find out, because otherwise it would slowly drive him insane.
AN: I have absolutely no idea what a psycho person would think in a situation like this, because that's kinda the intent here... He's not exactly 100% right in the head. Did I do okay?
A couple of random notes:
1.) On my Tumblr account (the link to that is on my profile), some totally random person--and I really do mean "totally random person"--apparently noted a photo I'd put up... yeah, is that anyone from this website? Anyone at all...?
2.) That poll is still up! Go vote plz! (Although if you were going to vote, you've probably done so already. LOL.)
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