Uryu Minene

Just what was the deal with policemen? Especially brunette policemen. It's like they had never heard of privacy. They were really bad at lying, too. A certain police officer had arrived at my flat this morning under the pretense of collecting data for a census. True, I had only lived there for a few weeks, but I was pretty sure it wasn't time for that yet. After I had politely (well it was as polite as I could be, which certainly had fewer vulgarities than I'm used to) asked him to leave, he refused and had the audacity to barge in and touch my things! As if that wasn't enough, he started to ask me personal questions, that had nothing to do with the damned census. Minene would've decked the bastard right then and there, but I was not the infamous terrorist. I was the ever so popular Morrigan.

So I couldn't do that. I had to smile at the idiot and ask him to leave again, since he obviously wasn't here under official government work. He had decided to flash his police badge then, which made me want to strangle him, but I simply shut my mouth and let him continue his search. He didn't find anything anyways. I wasn't dumb enough to have a 'My-Life-with-an-Idiotic-God' diary.

He did ask if I was in any way involved with the terrorist Uryu Minene, and that one caught me off guard. I had been so careful! I hadn't even come into contact with the self from this world, so how did he manage to find me?

Of course Nishijima came up with a stupid excuse as in saying something about the increased amount of her attacks and my increased support in my newest movie were of no coincidence, and I had thought that either he was really sharp, or he was just getting desperate. I preferred thinking it was the latter. He had also muttered something about Aru-san leading him to a dead-end. After my initial shock was over, I had thought it was rather obvious that he would've ratted me out if he thought his 'precious Yukiteru-kun' was in any danger. He did seem overprotective nowadays, but I knew that was just because the game had started.

How did I know? Well the Minene of this world was risking herself by launching more and more attacks, seemingly never getting caught. She was certainly getting help from the Escape Diary. I was now completely sure of it when I heard Yukiteru's phone go off at some points during the studios. That was also how he always managed to avoid me once I wanted him to do any romantic scenes with that other boy.

What was his name again? I didn't even know, and quite frankly, I didn't care. I was just glad to see the two getting along better after their impromptu date. Oh yes, I had found out about their date when I inquired about their absence that day and Akise had charmingly hinted at having fun at a pool. I had teased the boy for the rest of the day. The Yukiteru of my world would've loved to seen that! I had gotten a strange sense of home-sickness then, oddly wanting to go back and report everything to him and then after that I would…

What, read? I didn't have much to do when I got home… If I got home. That stupid kid didn't even tell me how I could return! I made a vow to punch him as soon as I saw him. I was then interrupted from my lovely vengeful fantasies when I spotted a Nishijima heading towards me with a cloth in his hand.

"Miss, can I ask why you have the same type of panties as Uryu?" He held out the cloth in his hand and I finally realized what it was.

It wasn't my fault he left my place with multiple cuts and bruises. The limp suited him. He looked better with a black eye anyways. He had made some lame excuse involving the wind and the terrorist's ignorance to cover up as she was too busy wreaking havoc, which might be true. But. He was still a pervert. Perverts had to be brought to justice!

… Now I am starting to sound like that psycho 12th. No matter. I had more pressing matters at hand. It was around this time that I had gotten a whiff of Yukiteru's 'luck streak' and decided to go settle things on my accord. That meant the Minene of this world was getting ready to attack. I had to find some way to warn him… but how? I couldn't give up my cover even if I wanted to, because the moron probably wouldn't believe me. I could possibly depend on the bitch to protect him when it happened, but there weren't any guarantees since the Yuno of this world was a bit more on the sane side. Besides, I didn't want her to be anywhere near my Yukiteru!

…

Stop it Minene, you're not his mom. You'd be a horrible mother, remember?

Anywhooooo.. it was time to plan! I could probably set up another date with the two, though it might be hard to convince the brunette to go.. He was being insecure, as always.

"… serial killer Hiyama Takao is still missing, so we advise that you to be careful. If you have any information about him, call…" The television mounted on my wall caught my attention when a mug shot of 3rd appeared on the screen. I never got the chance to see him in person in the past game, but I knew who he was now since Akise had taken to accompanying Yukiteru as much as possible as to ensure his safety. He had even gone to go pick him up at his school before work started, even when Yukiteru protested and claimed he would be more careful. Akise was probably just happy to be around him more, and I think Yukiteru gave up just a bit too easily.. It was.. cu-

No, not cute. A better word would be… endearing? That sounded a bit less mushy and girly, so yes, that would work out just fine.

Damn, all these movies I'm directing are getting to my head. It's best to just get some sleep now. After a nice shower. Fuck it, I'm taking a bath. I had a lot to think about.

I gave myself one last look in the mirror, searching for any stray strands of hair or smudges of my eyeliner. I tugged at my beige pencil skirt, smoothing it out and with my black blazer tucked in the crook of my elbow, I slipped on my large purse and walked out of the bathroom. It was dark out, and I suddenly realized that walking in heels at nighttime was a bit tougher than doing it in daylight. At least then I could see if there were any obstacles in my way. I noticed that there was no one out, and I tightened my hold on the handle of my purse. The wind picked up and ruffled my collared blouse, sending shivers down my spine.

I desperately searched for any sign of human activity on the streets, but found none. I started walking a bit faster, the clacking of my polished shoes echoing down dark alleys. I knew that if I called out now, not even the desolate and decrepit buildings would answer. A rattle from a dumpster nearby caused me to jump, and upon finding the one responsible for it (a hungry cat), I glared at the culprit, trying to make it feel guilty for scaring a poor, innocent worker half to death.

It was this kind of situation that found a distressed woman walking home from work late at night that made easy prey. And I was playing the role exceptionally well, if you ask me. I was baiting 3rd to come out and play. It'd be easier to just get him out of the way. As much as I love seeing Akise walk home with the kid, it's time to take care of this. It'd be an easy task, too. His diary doesn't predict whether the victim will retaliate. Kind of useless if you ask me.

Hm? Seems like 3rd is biting. A shadow moved in the alley I just passed. Mm, I can't fight in these heels very well. It might look a bit suspicious, but I have to take them off. Can't go tripping into the hands of a killer now, can we? I paused on the sidewalk, bending over to unclasp the wretched torture mechanisms when I suddenly felt a presence behind me. He seemed to falter a bit.

Great. More perverts. Ah, no matter, in the end, it helped me. In the moment of hesitation, I instantly pulled the small handgun from the purse and turned to shoot him point-blank in the chest. The gun was almost able to touch his coat, and I could practically feel the heat from the bullet as it passed through his clothing. I smirked, looking at his wide eyes under his mask. I lowered my gun, reveling in my victory. I looked up again, and to my surprise, he was smirking back. In one second flat, he reached out and took ahold of my arm, forcefully pulling me to him (causing my very expensive blouse to rip), and plunge a knife in gut.

I looked down to see a red stain start to bloom, making a stark contrast on the white of my shirt. I tore my gaze from the wound when he suddenly pulled the knife out. I gaped up at him as I felt pain course through me. I might have some god-powers, but that shit still hurt! 3rd opened his coat to reveal a bullet-proof vest, smirking at me. Of course! Why didn't I consider that?!

Maybe I had gotten soft. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that I was out of the terrorist business for far too long. I liked to think it was reason number two.

Anger coursed through my veins, possibly trying to make up for all the blood loss. I spat into his eyewear, some of that blood muddling his vision up. I took that chance to kick him in the groin, like any woman would do, and I socked him the face with as much strength as I could muster. Which was probably a bad thing to do, since he flew into the brick wall behind him and slumped down like a bag of boneless meat. I noticed that his mask had broken too, and I was stuck picking the shards out of my fist. It hurt, but I was most likely better off than 3rd over there. I was picking my fallen gun off the floor, about to finish the bastard when an ear-grating noise echoed behind me.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" A large eye came bouncing down the street, seemingly distressed.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. Damn 12th decided to show up to our little party, too. Argh, was this really necessary?! He couldn't just mind his own business?

"What are you yelling about; I caught the killer, didn't I? He's been brought to justice," I tried to appeal to his stupid heroic side, but it was to no avail.

"Y-you killed the guy! That's not the way-" The Kamen Rider impersonator was interrupted by a small grunt, proving him wrong.

"See? He's not dead," I mumbled under my breath, "Unfortunately." I fiddled with the gun in my hand, trying to find the most efficient way to distract 12th while I finished 3rd off. And maybe kill him as well. "Besides, he attacked me first.." I tried to look as innocent as possible, which was really killing me, but it seemed to pay off.

"Ah, I can't believe I almost forgot to ask! Are you okay young lady? Did he hurt you?" He surged forward, stepping out of the shadows to finally reveal his skin tight clothing and rope hanging from his neck. A bit tacky, if you ask me.

I glared at him, trying to convey, 'really'? As I glanced down at the crimson-soaked blouse I was wearing. A couple of plans ran through my mind, one of them involving me playing the innocent victim and getting him to go run off to get help while I get my minute alone with 3rd. It could work, but that meant there'd be a witness, and worse, 12th would be allowed to run off just like that..

I wanted to hit the two birds, so that plan was out..

"H-hey.. could you help me..? I mean, stop the bleeding?" I held my stomach, painting a hurt expression on my face, which I didn't have to fake too much.

"Ah, of course! Hmm, but.. wouldn't it be better to get you some help from the professionals..?" He seemed to hesitate.

"But you're a hero! Wouldn't you know how to do at least this much? Besides… I feel a bit light-headed.." I stumbled back into the store wall, hands now covered in my own blood. It didn't bother me, I was used to it, but I continued, "I-I don't want to be seen like this… I'm scared.." I shakily slid my way around the corner deeper into an alley, 12th hesitantly following. He was behind me, so he couldn't see from this angle, but held the gun to my stomach, shoulders hunched in pain as I lead him further down.

"Miss, stop! We need to take care of you! Please, turn around and let me see your wound!" 12th commanded.

"All right, if you say so.." I whipped around and shot the annoying hero, satisfied to see the bullet rip through the thin clothing and pierce the skin underneath. Serves him right for wearing that shit.

He looked down the barrel of the gun, then at me, and I could swear I could see that shocked expression underneath that huge globe of a mask of his. He cradled the wound, blood dripping down the black gloves. I pulled the trigger a few more times to make sure, and once his body flopped down, I searched him for his diary. It turned out to be underneath his outfit, which was slightly disturbing, but once found, I snapped it in half.

Standing up, I gazed down on his lifeless form as I saw his body swirl into nothingness. Satisfied that I wouldn't leave much of a trace, I walked over to finish off 3rd. He had fallen to his side, and if it weren't for the broken mask and blood running down his face, one could've assumed it was just your typical drunkard passing out late at night. I smiled, feeling lucky I was able to hit the two birds with one stone.

Well, there were more than one 'stones', but that wasn't the point!

I kneeled on the cement next to him, pulling his large hat from his face. His loose hair was a complete mess by now, tangled and matted with sweat and blood. It was really his fault for having such long hair and letting it loose, it could easily bet ruined. Ah, but I knew how that felt. You really need to look your best when you kill! It makes the moment more special. Ah well, it was a shame I was looking like I was, but the job had to be done. I tilted his chin up so he could look at me with half-lidded eyes, still somehow managing to look panicked.

It was lovely. I had missed this. The adrenaline. The power surge you get when your prey looks at you helplessly, knowing they can't do a damn thing about it. I smirked, put the cold metal of the gun to his forehead and shot the teacher. I then searched for his phone too, repeating the process of 12th with 3rd. Once I had somewhat cleaned the scene with a towel I had stowed away in my purse, I glanced down at my phone; reading the time. It was a bit past midnight, so I could be a bit more relaxed as I was less likely to bump into anyone out here on the streets.

I climbed in through the window of a bathroom since I didn't want to walk in through a store in the state I was in (though I doubt they'd be open) and dressed into a more comfortable set of clothes. Blood-free ones, too. I mentally went through a list of trustworthy dealers I could sell my gun to as I walked down the street, this time keeping to back streets and alleys. There wasn't much of a chance of anyone finding out, but it didn't hurt to be on the safe side.

When I finally arrived at my flat, I collapsed on my bed. The actual mission itself wasn't tiring, but all that preparing and applying make-up and whatnot certainly was. I wondered how others could do it every day, and I felt glad that I wasn't like them. They probably didn't kill people either, so I guess it was evened out.

I had almost fallen asleep when I felt something cold wrap around my wrist, and with a click, I felt the bed dip beside me. My eyes snapped open, seeing a shadow loom over me; I instinctively tried to lash out. I found that I couldn't as my hand was handcuffed to the headboard of my bed. I could easily break it, but I decided to fool the idiot who thought they could ambush me at my own place. I stared back up at the shadow, glaring at them through the darkness. As my eyes got accustomed to the pitch black of the night, I noticed who I was looking at and gasped.

Sitting before me, was a certain policeman.

"N-Nishijima?!" I was bewildered. How did he get in?! Well, I hadn't exactly taken any security measures, but surely I would've noticed… right?

"I saw what you did," He stated with a deep frown on his face. Oh no. He wasn't supposed to see! If I had any witnesses, I was supposed to kill them, too, but… did it have to be this one?! I didn't want to steal this Minene's chance at happiness, too!

He must've seen the worry on my face, because he quickly added, "I wasn't able to see everything from where I was hiding, but I saw you get attacked and heard gunshots. It was quiet for about ten minutes and then I heard another one. Then it was silent again for another ten minutes and I saw you walk out, perfectly fine!" He stared at me, eyebrows furrowed. "And when I went to check it out, there was nobody there!" Nishijima shook my shoulders. "What did you do?"

My eyes narrowed at this. He wouldn't understand any of it, and I wasn't going to bother to tell him. I was about to tell him to shut up when he spoke quietly.

"You're related to Uryu aren't you? Maybe that's why you guys look alike. You're trying to protect her, aren't you?" He gazed down at me, eyes trying to seek out the truth. The guy was close, but I could never let him find out.

I snarled, lifting my wrist up and snapping the metal bar while a piece of it clung to the handcuff dangling down. He gave me a terrified expression as I shoved him off my bed and kept pushing him towards the window, hoping to kick him out through there. I'd have to fix the broken glass later, but it'd be a small matter. I was a few seconds away from doing that when he again had gasped, eyes terribly wide in the moonlight.

Unfortunately I stepped in the light, too, allowing him to get a better view of me. I'd been meaning to re-touch the roots of my hair, as the purple had started to show through, but I obviously had some other problems to deal with. Now though, he was able to see it. It was a big mistake not to just kill him right then and there, but he managed to stop me with a quiet,

"You're Uryu Minene?"

AN: Hello kiddies! I had originally planned to discuss the timid and cute thoughts of Yukiteru in this chapter, but I decided to mix it up a little! I had also planned to just have a little bit of Minene, but she took over and decided to murder two guys, like the total badass she is u-u Sorry, it just happens sometimes.. But next chapter will probably be back to the Yuki/Akise thing because I'm leaving you with this cliffie! Kyahaha~! …. That is if the characters don't decide to take over again.. Anyways! Please leave criticism, it's greatly appreciated!