"So, we'll see you tomorrow?" Kadota smiled at her.

"Dotachin," Erika began to joke as she hopped off of the van, "Don't you know that you can't get rid of me?"

The three of them laughed, with the exception of Togusa who sulked the moment she snatched a handful of his candy and promptly shoved them all into her mouth.

Erika didn't let her arm down until the van was out of sight.

These people were like family to her.

Each day with them was a blast. Today's agenda was visiting the café that had recently opened down the street (which mind you, had the most delicious affogato ever! she personally thanked and praised the staff until Kadota tugged her back into her seat), and making a quick trip to the bookstore. It turned out that the new volume of Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei had already been released! Thankfully she had enough money on her.

Erika hummed as she skipped down the road, the paper bag in her clutch swaying to and fro.

The last thing she needed to do before heading home was to drop off her handmade trinkets at the market.

"You're looking exceptionally beautiful! Did you do something to your hair?"

The lady tending to the clothing store blushed at her passing compliment, "Karisawa-san, you're always flattering me!"

"I'm just telling the truth!" Erika giggled in response.

It didn't take long for her to reach her destination. She'd gotten so used to the flea market that she could probably navigate herself around it blindfolded. That gave her an idea. Erika made a mental note to test the theory out with her friends the next time they drop her off.

"Kinomoto-san, I've got the goods."

Kinomoto chuckled at her acting, the way she'd purposefully change the tone of her voice to be deeper; her idea of what drug dealers would sound like. He decided to play along, "Thought you weren't coming for a sec. Boss is getting angry."

"You know it's not easy to sneak around."

He shook his head, gave her a wave of dismissal.

"Let me get last week's sales."

Erika stuck a thumb up. Her eye caught sight of a notebook sitting on the display whilst waiting. Somehow, she felt compelled to hold it, so she did just that. Upon closer inspection, the design on the cover was pretty, but simplistic in nature – nothing she hadn't seen at the bookstore she frequented at, yet it felt as though there was something deeper to the book. It was like the book was calling out to her.

"What is this?" Erika muttered.

Kinomoto fixed his glasses and leaned over to scrutinize the book as well. His brow furrowed. "I don't remember where this is from. But it's a regular notebook you can write anything in."

Anything, he said.

Erika could think of a few things it'd be useful for.

"I'll purchase it!"

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And that was how she got to this point.

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"I must be a fortune teller!"

Erika almost screamed into the phone (or had she been screaming? the neighbors were definitely knocking on her door). Walker on the other line seemed to be skeptical of her words, but mumbled words of affirmation to appease her. He must've thought she was on yet another one of her regularly scheduled fujoshi fantasies. Granted, she was way too worked up over this.

"If you're a fortune teller, what strange thing will happen to me tomorrow?"

Erika contemplated over the possibilities.

Nothing came up.

"But that theory reminds me of 'Death Note'. Writing something and then it happens," Walker proceeded.

"So are Shizu-chan and Iza-chan going to die?!" Erika gasped, hand clasped over her mouth, "Then again, dying together is quite romantic!"

Walker choked a little at that.

"I'm afraid your 'power' isn't working. There's no death news on the TV or internet."

"You're no fun!" Erika pouted.

Walker didn't manage to get another word in before her thumb hit end call button. The notebook remained on her desk, seemingly innocent at a glance. There was no demon-like creature visiting her last night, as far as she could recall. Perhaps Walker was right, it was merely a coincidence. That didn't diminish the proud budding in her chest at her accurate guessing, however.

"Is Iza-chan spying on me?" was another possibility that came to mind. Izaya was perfectly capable of hiring those handsome princes if needed to. Erika curiously glanced around her room. If there was any hidden camera, she couldn't locate it.

The video that had been circulating online was strikingly similar to the story she wrote, or at least, it seemed like it, from what she could gather of the bad camera work. It was a shame that she had errands to take care of at the time. Trusting the citizen of Ikebukuro to film was a mistake; they were always too wary of Shizuo to even get close. Meanwhile, if it was up to her? She'd even go as far as to interview the infamous duo if given the opportunity to!

"What should the next chapter be?"

Erika flipped the book open, clicked her pen.

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❤ Erika-chan wonderful story! ❤

First Date!

Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya went for a date. It's a date at an aquarium! In the morning, they woke up early to meet each other with pitter-patter hearts. Shizuo –