"This notebook is owned by the Shinigami known as Light Yagami and Kira. Whomever finds this notebook must find for me another follower, another vessel for my life and being. This person must be in possession of this notebook. You must also find my body, and preserve both the main organs and bones, something necessary for the procedure I have in mind…."
Misa looked over the words in the Death Note once more as she rode the subway, the people around her swaying with the movements of the rattling car. Light…Kira...Light was sitting across the way from her, the people oblivious to his rancid presence. Still the thought of him back on this plane was outstanding, enough to blow Misa's mind but she had to remain calm. Light needed her.
Light however eyed down his pretty little puppet, annoyed that she had taken the notebook out in such a public place without his approval. Still, this feeling was soon overwhelmed with assurance that no one had thought another Death Note would find its way to Japan again.
'Near may have become the new L, but he is no where good enough to catch me again.'
Thought Light, hesitantly optimistic. Another smile crept onto his face, something he quickly smothered. No need to get overly confident based on assumptions. Though he had been keeping watch over the world, Light could not predict accurately what had changed during that time.
Misa glanced up from the notebook at the name of her station blaring through the raspy speakers. Quickly she plunged the Death Note deep into her bag and scuttled out of the subway car. The train let out at the station a little down from the hotel Misa was staying in, a precaution not so much to hide the Death Note but to escape the many fans that may have followed her home.
"Misa, baby, welcome home!" Her agent swung open the door of the large double-suit and ushered Misa inside, scouting the halls to make sure no one had made it to their floor.
"Yeah yeah Shin, this is only home for Misa for about another two weeks." She pouted slightly, "Can't Misa stay for a little bit longer?"
"Sure baby, I'll work somethin' out. Just head over to your room and chill baby cakes." Shin flashed her a cheesy full-toothed grin and ushered her into the half of the double suite that was hers.
Light drifted through the door, landing slightly at the foot of Misa's bed. He absorbed the way things were arranged, where the hiding places could be. A long crimson robe hung in the open closet, tribute to last night on the hill top. There would be another meeting tomorrow night as an emergency assembly, where the vessel for Light would be selected. All he had to do was wait and follow Misa around, hardly a chore.
All that hindered him……was time.
The next day came and went, Misa attending to life as usual, although in a bit happier mood than in those previous on the set. She felt just oh so happy when Light (though deformed and not cute now) hovered above, watching her pose for the cameras. Misa liked to imagine him undressing her when the shoot turned borderline-raunchy (though if she had bothered to look, she would have seen a very, bored Light cleaning dirt from his blackened claws).
Slowly the time passed and Light was relieved when Misa arrived home and took the crimson robe residing in her closet, folding it carefully into a large shoulder bag. From what Misa had told him, Light had gathered that many of his followers had gone underground and othen donned the ceremonial robes right when they arrived. This didn't bother Light, for he knew as Kira they would hang on his every command, hidden or not.
The robes however were quite tacky and reminiscent of gothic monks gathered around the Bible, not the image Light wanted for his new world.
"Honor Kira, our light and savior from this blackened world!"
The single voice of the crowd called out and recited the one sentence that underlined their entire belief. Light couldn't help but grin at this, his lipless mouth curving like knives clutched in a fist.
"Misa, tell them I must see the candidates for my summoning, my resurrection. If one objects or does not believe, have them touch my notebook."
Misa nodded, clambering to the top of the nearest small boulder, and waved the Death Note in the sunset sky.
"Kira has told me that you must now present the candidates for selection!" Misa smiled and waved for the three closest to her to step forward.
One female.
Two Males.
They were Riho Kawazoe, Hisao Hasegawa and Tetsu Kurokawa.
"Excellent…" Light felt very satisfied with their selections, though first he would have to get to know the candidates on a more….personal level.