DN: Love Me Not

It would be Sunday by now. The weekend was lost. Mimiko found herself glued to her computer screen, eating a plate of her favorite baked cookies.

"Mimi-chan!"

This was mother, now knocking at her door as she opened it up a crack.

"Sweetheart, why is it so dark in here, are you alright?"

"Hm..."

"Dear?"

"Hm..."

Mimiko wasn't one for conversation when it came to the computer. Once she got locked into that glowing monitor, she was gone to world. It wasn't until the light was flipped on, and that stinging sensation hit her eyes that she even turned around to face her parent.

"God, mom! What?!"

"...I was just...seeing if you where ok dear. You haven't left your room all weekend."

"I'm busy, alright?"

"You're little boyfriend hasn't stopped by either. Have you talked to him."

"Please."

Mimiko turned back around to her computer. Clicking around a bit.

"He's not my boyfriend. He's my tutor."

Mimiko kept in mind to stay with her story.

"I see. What is he tutoring you in? Maybe I can help."

". . ."

"Mimi-chan?"

"Statistics."

"But I thought you did well in math."

"Well you thought wrong. I hate math."

"But you love science. Don't they go together?"

There was an audible grunt from Mimiko's direction. Now turning back around with a quick motion as she shot her mother a look.

"You came up here to check on me. You're here, I'm here. I'm fine. Can you please go away and leave me alone?"

". . ."

It wasn't unusual for her to be so ignorant towards her mother. Mimiko was most certainly a daddy's girl. It was always her father to whom she would discuss problems with. She was very close to him. Her mother was a different story.

/CookieChick:/ I'm back.
/CookieChick:/ Sorry :(

/MuffinMan:/ Not a problem. Everything ok?

/CookieChick:/ It was her.

/MuffinMan:/ Mother problems again?

/CookieChick:/ She really needs to die and leave me alone... Grr

/MuffinMan:/ Mind if I say something?

/CookieChick:/ Go ahead.

/MuffinMan:/ I've noticed you seem to be very interested with death lately.
/MuffinMan:/ May I ask why?

/CookieChick:/ I haven't had a very good couple weeks.

/MuffinMan:/ I see.
/MuffinMan:/ Then I won't push the subject any further.
/MuffinMan:/ Though I will say this...
/MuffinMan:/ It might help if you talk to someone about it.
/MuffinMan:/ And also... you seriously can't let just a couple weeks ruin your life can you?

/CookieChick:/ That some kinda invitation Ryu?

/MuffinMan:/ Hm? Perhaps.
/MuffinMan:/ You know me. I'm nosy.
/MuffinMan:/ But with good intentions... of course.

/CookieChick: Of course. :3

/MuffinMan:3

/CookieChick:/ Sadly. I don't think I wanna talk about it...

/MuffinMan:/ Understandable.


The weekend wasn't much of a weekend. Monday had come by far too quickly. And now it was getting close to lunch time.

"Mimiko!"

This would be Raito. Spotting the young girl just outside of her locker. In her hand was a small brown paper bag which had that all too familiar burnt chocolate smell emitting from it.

"You're going to stalk me down at school too..."

She wasn't very thrilled to see him it seemed. Shutting the locker door with a quick slam as she turned away from him only to meet by another presence.

"Ryuga?!"

"Um, hey?"

"What the hell is this? Are you both out to get me or what?"

Now being a little more then just annoyed, Mimiko had started to head off. Towards the cafeteria of course, it was time for B-lunch.

"Yagami-kun."

No, this was not the plan. Today, lunch was to be held outside. L gave Raito a look to go after the girl. Matsuda would be meeting them outside, playing the part of 'a random friend' who would stumble upon them having lunch and all the while ask Mimiko out. For questioning of course.

"I know I know. I'm going."

Raito mumbled, doing a quick fix of his hair as he hurried up beside Mimiko.

"Ugh, can you please leave me alone..."

"I was only going to invite you to lunch with me and Ryuga here."

L would be following just a few steps behind the two. Keeping himself quiet as he caught that smell of the girl's wonderful cookies.

"I'm not having lunch."

Mimiko's reply. Now squirming a bit as Raito would try be more suggestive by placing a arm around her. This movement was noted closely by the detective.

"Then where are you going with your cookies?"

"To the biology lab."

"That doesn't sound like a very good place to have lunch... it's a nice day out. Ryuga and I where going to eat outside."

"That's great. I hope you two have fun."

What was also noted, was the girl's odd behavior. L thought distinctly on this.

"Surely Raito was doing the right 'moves' to sway the young girl, correct? Then why would she be denying his company so hastily? Then again, it could be due to the fact her boyfriend recently died and she has yet to move on. Reasonably enough. What about the bio lab, surely there has to be a reason for that particular spot. Must be careful of over analyzing..."

"Are you even listening to me?"

Mimiko was gone by this point. Wiggling herself away from Raito and headed off on her own. He turned to face L who had a blank stare on his face, and thoughtfully biting at his thumb in question. Which wasn't unusual of course. What was weird was that Raito had been talking to him for the past three minutes and got no response.

"Ryuga? Hello?"

"No, I wasn't listening Yagami-kun."

"I said she got away. She's in the biology room."

"Then we must try again it seems."

"We could have Matsuda stop us after school?"

"That's possible. Only if she allows you to walk her home Yagami-kun. It seems to be the girl doesn't like your company."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Was there something you forgot to tell me about your visit to the Hitori house?"

"I told you... she's insane."

Noted. L would shove his hands down into his pockets and walk by. They should probably tell Matsuda about the change in plans anyway.

"Her so called 'insanity' is only natural, Yagami-kun. We must understand that she has suffered a great loss and may in fact be in mourning. As it seems, for a couple weeks now... their relationship must have been for a long time. Years maybe. We must keep in mind her feelings, they're fragile."