Mizu: Wow I'm just annoyed right now...

Ameko: Ugg, Her relatives are giving her a hard time about her anime obsession...

Mizu: But enough with talking about my life, lets get on to the reviews!

Ameko: WE HAVE SO MANY!

Kairi4ever15: xD Yeah I called her that the moment I started seeing her as the Kira spokeswoman... Seriously! Her tits are as big as her HEAD!

thecatleader: Meh I enjoyed it c: Now whenever I rewatch it and Light's running down the street I just start singing, "Making my way downtown! Walking fast! Paces fast and I'm home bound!"

Nifawiwa: Saaame! And I won't spoil anything but... This story will literally end on a major fk up

Pikamewgirl: C: Hehe!

Midnightsalem: it's ok! Aww thank you! But really my writing is terrible... I'm trying a different style as of this chapter that I want to get better at :) AND FINALLY! I WAS ABOUT TO DIE WITHOUT SOME NOURISHMENT! *om nom nom*

FireFox1313: Dis shit gettin REEEEEAL!

ChrisYagami: Well now you have pinterest! I love pinterest... It's where I store ideas for other OC characters and stories c: Maybe you could go to my other collection 'Anime OC Images' And pick out your fav? It would be good to know in advance!

Mizu: I feel so loved T^T *Tears of joy*

Ameko: Well lets stop avoiding everything and get onto the chapterreerrrRR~OM! *Bites the jar of jam*


I heaved the chipped wooden door with a push, taking in the new hideout.

The walls were split in half material wise. The first half of the walls was a stone wall with cracks like tiny craters and the other half was like the door, broken and peeling, worn away by age. A dusty, lime green sofa chair with bits of stuffing spilling onto the floor was cornered by a similar dark orange chair that looked like it belonged at a hoarder's antique store and a sickly yellow colored chair that was barely clinging to life. In the middle of the chair trifecta was a bizarrely elegant end table with ebony colored wood that hadn't even started chipping, an unlit lamp perched on the corner of the night stand.

I stepped onto the interior stone flooring with my grey/blue sneakers and approached the moss painted chairlift with skeptic eyes. Sighing, I swept off as much dust and twigs from the surface with my hand before crashing into the fabric carelessly like a sinking stone. I glanced up when a small creaking noise reached my ears.

The redhead gamer stood in the doorway with two different laptops held under his arms.

"So? Can I ask who was in charge of real estate?" I said with sarcasm lacing my voice.

Matt rolled his bright green orbs while setting down the computers with caution before hunching over and taking a spot on the piss-yellow chair his feet pointed outward. Taking out the white DS he leaned over and began replaying Ocarina of Time.

"Blame the blonde over there..." He muttered his attention honed in on the Nintendo system.

I turned my attention back to my hot-headed boyfriend who was bringing in a box of equipment (and Hershey chocolate bars). Mello growled and set the cardboard box, sliding against the chair like an uneven puzzle piece.

He took out a box cutter from those tight leather pants, slitting open the box and bringing out various headphones and tracking devices for the job.

"So Mells, how do you think we're gonna get these cameras set up?" I sighed and pulled out the small black box used for listening in on other conversations.

"At first I was going to ask your friend... She's an assassin correct?" I nodded, barely containing going on a small rant about how she's the best assassin ever. "Well, I was going to ask her but she said she's booked for tonight with listening in on Light Yagami and Kiyomi Takada's conversation.

I slunk back into the sofa like I was trying to hide from the world. "And...?" I asked timidly, getting an idea about what Mello was asking.

He sighed. "We need you to get into Amane's house and plant the com"

Now sometimes there are moments where you can light a dynamite and know just when it's about to go off. And as if I has a fuse sticking out of my head Mello had just lit it.

I looked downward with an imaginary shadow covering my eyes as I spoke with a low voice. "So what you're saying... Is that I need to break into the guarded house of a supermodel... plant wire taps and cameras in her house... without being seen?" The spark inched along the fuse slowly.

"Hmm... No, we won't need the cameras"

And just like that the fuse hit the crayon red cylinder of TNT.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?" I snapped and stood up from the chair with my emotions exploding viciously.

He sighed. "Sorry Amaya but you're the best one of us for the job" I narrowed my cobalt blue eyes at the ex-mafia leader with a flurry of emotions going off inside my shaking form.

"Why can't you do it!?" I growled.

"You know as well as I do that if I get caught then they'll kill me instantly. If you get caught... Then your friend might be able to get you out of dodge..."

"Might!?" Matt chuckled behind me at the scene.

I turned around to face the gamer. "Oh screw you..."

Matt's emerald eyes seemingly glared at the console in his hands. "SHUT UP!"

There was silence after that for a good five seconds before I managed to speak. "M-Matt?" I never heard Matt act so harsh or yell so loud...

"O-Oh.. heheh..." He scratched his head in embarrassment. "I wasn't talking to you I swear! I was just talking to Navi..."

Relief flooded through my veins as I made an 'Oooh' in understanding.

"Um, Should I be asking what 'Navi' is?" Mello was looking like a foolish american who arrived in Japan not knowing how to speak the language. In this case the foreign language was the beautiful tongue of gaming.

"Just an annoying fucking fairy who I want to go die..." Mello's expression didn't change.

"Uh..."

I smiled, all traces of my anger reduced into a small grudge in the pit of my stomach. "Near is to you like Navi is to the Legend of Zelda fans"

At this he let out a small groan of agitation of being reminded of his hated rival as he dug through the box of technical goodies that I could only describe as the Headphone-looking-thingy or the Black-Box-With-Numbers. If only Yuki w here... She could probably explain exactly what every piece was called, what it did, how to use it, and what company made it, from 50 feet away.

Once the tension in the room had settled my find was fixed back to the task Mello had just asked me to do.

"Do I really have to?" Mello nodded curtly while typing, seemingly instantaneously on the hooked up laptop.

"Damn it..." I was now an ant being crushed under an mountain of risks and responsibilities that no amount of TNT could clear.


Well, here we go I guess...

Right now I was perched in a single tree that was on the side of Misa's city bound home with my legs clutched tightly around the wood for dear life. As I may recall I seemed to have experience climbing up trees and it was easy to accomplish without the threat of a ravenous bear behind me.

I clicked on the green button on the Bluetooth lodged in my ear and waited for a response.

"This is Amaya, can you guys hear me?" After a bit of static I could make out the cheerful voice of Matt over the other line.

"We hear ya loud and clear beautiful!" I lightly smiled at Matt's lighthearted attitude.

I was dressed casually like I did earlier. My grey/white T-shirt with small black stripes, grey/black short shorts, long black socks and even my grey/blue sneakers.

So what was missing?

My mother fucking hoodie.

I hadn't gone this long without it since I'd been unconscious in the Wammy's House hospital bed but even then I'd gotten back my familiar jacket in no less then twenty minutes, all stitched back together again.

And now this marks the day I have been going without it for more then four hours.

My body shivered and shook like a leaf in the wind and my teeth chattered like skeletons in the closet.

What's worse is that I had to make do with this shitty replacement.

It was a black leather vest with multiple pockets that had the ability to store multiple things inside the interior such as the four wire taps I needed to set up inside her house.

"Are you inside yet?" Matt chirped in a scratchy, robotic tone.

Pulling out a slender nail filer I slid the tool under the seal until I could dislodge it from the outside. "Not yet..." I gripped the sides of the window and pushed up the glass frame.

Come on Amaya... Just one foot after the other...

Once both my feet hit the interior I took in my surroundings. It looked like I was in Misa's bedroom. The queen-sized bed and the running laptop caught my attention before I got back into focus.

"Okay, I'm in..."

"Where are you?"

"It looks like her bedroom. I'm setting the first tap now..." I made my way over to the desk and best down to examine the underside of the wooden surface.

Once I was able to stick the com to the underside of the table I pressed the activation button and pulled away to go downstairs.

"Did you get it?"

"Yeah, right under her desk" I took one last glance at the mahogany

I drew in a quick breath in relief that nobody was there before going downstairs across the polished staircase and approached the dining table.

Pulling out one of the elegant chairs and setting the tap in place I was able to secure the second tap.

"Two more..." I spoke over the line.

"You're doing great, now get to the living room" I nodded and set the third tap underneath the sofa with some difficulty for trying to get the substance to connect to the soft material.

Once it was connected I felt my previous paranoia slowly recede.

"Last one's up in her bedroom" Letting out a last sigh I jogged back upstairs to where I presumed her bedroom was located. I gripped the handle to the door and my eyes widened as I took in a room fit for a king.

After I closed the door behind me on impulse I stood there gaping at the room.

The plush bed sheets of the queen sized mattress and the seemingly sparkling vicinity like some supernatural force came and did Misa's cleaning. While I was gaping there I felt awe and a weird happiness grow in my heart but at the same time I also felt my heart ache in a painful sadness.

The only time I'd ever been in a room this expensive and beautiful was in that gorgeous rented room at the resort at Astrid island where Mizuki, Yuki and I stayed in the night we were sent here...

I shook my head to clear my thoughts as I focused my attention to the mahogany desk against her wall.

I leaned down under the desk and began to connect the last wire tap to the surface.

And that's when I heard the front door open and close loudly.

"I'm hoooomeee!" My nerves went into overdrive at the familiar voice of the blonde model.

"Matt! She's here!" I whisper/yelled into the Bluetooth and in my panic I fumbled and dislodged the device.

"Amaya get out of there!" Matt's worried tone broke through the intercom but I rapidly shook my head in stone-cold determination.

"No! I just got..." I hooked on the tap and flicked on the activation switch... just as I could hear Misa right outside the door.

Dual sounds of doors opening and closing bounced around the room, one significantly louder then the other. "Huh? I could've sworn I heard something here..."

I resisted the urge to cough as a feathery jacket or something got caught in my mouth.

So when I heard Misa coming in the door I panicked okay? I've never really broken in entry before... if breaking into the school to screw with my asshole math teacher's computer doesn't count. So when I heard her getting opening the door I took the first opportunity I got.

And that just happened to be her closet.

I let out a breath I had subconsciously been holding as I spoke as quiet as a mouse into the Bluetooth. That replacement jacket had caught on one of the clips but I simply didn't care that half of the jacket was suspended and off my arm while the other was still covered.

"Matt... I'm in her closet... She doesn't know i'm inhere but... dammit Matt what do I do?" I heard Matt sigh in relief I got away from instant capture.

"Just... Shit, ok, I don't know!" I was about to bite back with a sarcastic comment when I heard the door open.

"Hmm. What to wear, what to wear..." She twittered.

I was mentally bitch slapping myself for not choosing a better place to hide as Misa ran her fingers against the collection of dresses, shirts, and jackets.

"Ahhh... Uh" Her breath caught in her throat. I could practically feel her blue eyes bore into my skull like lasers.

"What are you doing here!?" I sighed, about to show myself and pray for help when Misa began tugging at the loose end of the jacket that was still stuck on the hook.

She tried pulling the fabric off leisurely but was held back when the uncomfortable leather tugged on my arm. She turned back to the hidden fabric, puzzled, and yanked again and this time I managed to slip my arm out before she could grow suspicious of the hold up.

"Who put this thing here!?" She spat, disgusted. She left the closet without closing the door and went back downstairs.

Sensing that this was my only chance I dashed out of the closet and made a beeline for the bathroom, running as quickly and quietly as possible.

I practically dived out of the windowsill, clutching the branches of the tree for support as I inched my way back to the ground.

"Amaya what happened? Are you ok!?" I heard Matt's concerned voice broke out in the stereo.

"I'm fine... And I gotta say... I really hate that jacket..."

-End of Chapter 53-

Mizu: Here you go! Extra long chapter! :D

Ameko: Remember to review! If you do then you can expect another lengthy chapter tomorrow!

Mizu: Bye!