As simple as that (open to all)

[Kagumi Michiyo]

Pretty large place

It was only the girl's first time being in a mall like this, she did not even believe that she needed to be in one seeing as she had proper clothes in her eyes. The girl was now in one of her more relaxed states in looks. Her feet were adorned with handmade tye-dye yarn laced sandals, and she wore a strapless tyedye sundress that went just below her knees. everything on her body was not one uniform color, even her nails were carefully painted with hypnotic tyedye swirls. On her head was a matching scarf that was only able to pull back her long black hair, but not tame it, It still flew messily down her back and over her shoulders. On the girl's bright amber eyes she wore rose colored glasses and on her lips were sparkling lipgloss that glinted with each smile. Even Tago, who tagged along today, had a colourful scarf wrapped around his tiny neck.

The girl looked like an absolute hippie, and she even had a hippie name with it, Rose Moon, while she was out today that was her name, no matter who it was that decided to ask (though now in her mind, she hoped someone would). She found a lone empty bench by the corner and sat in it, curling her legs into the seat so that the black kitten could nestle in there while she looked around and stroked the kitten.

Ever since Kin left, and Takai, Kagumi felt sort of out of the loop. She could have gotten any information she desired, down to who it was, but now that they were gone she had no way to keep track of it at all, and it frustrated Kagumi to absolutely no end. Now all she could do is take what she knew, what files were still implanted in her brain and music, and use those to whatever benefit she had. She switched on the music player and placed the green studs on her ear. It was a concertino, how pleasant.

But Kagumi continued to think, with the way it was probably proceeding, how much use could this information be?

She shook her head and lifted up the big green waterbottle that was intertwined in her frustrated fingers. She put it up to her lips and drank, the water soothed her soul. The place was crowded, but even with a couple of turned heads she was not noticed. She looked at the remaining spot on the bench. even with her long legs curled on it there was enough room or anyone to sit. She took another drink. This was going to be a long week, she might as well enjoy it. For now all she had to do was put those plans behind her, at least until she was needed, until then, she was free to look around, it would not stop the girl's curiosity, but for now she was just Rose Moon until she met up with Sir Prosecutor again, it had been a while since the two of them had just talked, so she did not know how she planned to meet him again, would he just forget about her? She hoped to god he wouldn't he meant too much to her.

She looked back down to Tago and forced a meek smile, as long as she had her kitten, she was not alone, so all she had to do is sit there patiently drinking the water and stroking her cat and enjoy the music, simple as that.

[Imae Aiko]

Imae Aiko had rolled out of bed caught in the grips of an epic hangover. With cottony pain puffing up every joint of her body, she had fought to drag herself into the shower. She'd fought with waves of nausea as she shampooed, conditioned, glossed, dried, and conditioned again; She'd fought still to keep down her breakfast and the extra-strength headache medication she swallowed along with it. Her condition had put her in a terribly sour mood all morning - at least, until she'd taken a look at the calender on her phone. The reminders for the day that flashed up on the little LCD screen had immediately melted her bad mood and flooded her system with happy, excited mirth. Given, it was probably not only the realization of how special the day was, but also the pain medication kicking in that led to her instantaneous cheer, but nonetheless ...

Today was the day! She'd rushed through her cosmetic rituals, slinging on her lipstick and shadow with what would've been reckless abandon from anyone less practiced. She'd also quickly picked her outfit and stumbled into it in a flurry; she'd shrugged on her tight, belly baring corseted tank in a matter of seconds and hopped into her thigh-high patterned tweed skirt so quickly she'd almost lost balance. Balling her hair and slipping on a spiky blonde wig - better to be incognito than to risk being assailed by a rush of excited fans while on an important mission - took her a speedy flick of the wrist, and slinging on a few chunky necklaces and bracelets took hardly a twitch. As quickly as was possible for one so obsessive about appearances as she, she'd run out the door and hurried her way to the shopping mall.

A few hours later, here she was, the expensive quarry that was the cause of her earlier rush finally swinging at her sides, tucked away in two slick, black, monogrammed shopping bags. All memories of her morning's rough start and of her previous discomfort had ebbed into oblivion with the sight of her new toys. Two perfect pebbled leather handbags, specially ordered from her favorite designer - devilishly expensive, of course, but of quality and caliber that made them worth every penny. She'd prepaid, so this day she'd felt none of the sting of their price tags; she'd only had to show ID and sign. Perhaps this fact augmented the euphoric satisfaction, the manic shopper's high that now surged through her system with them hanging at her side. Not that her utter giddiness needed any help, as amazing as her purchases were. She'd squealed with glee when the clerk brandished the glimmering bags. They were gorgeous!

It seemed, however, that even a shopper's high gave her a case of the munchies, and so at the moment her quest forward was in search of the food court. While she loved to shop and did so often (perhaps too often for her own good), the shopping mall wasn't usually her first choice. Since she much preferred and much more often frequented the open and expansive stores at Aoyama, she wasn't exactly certain where she was headed. Undaunted because of her glee, she kept a skip in her step and simply tried to keep on the lookout for directory signs or maps - but it wasn't working out very well.

That was probably because every few seconds she would steal an excited peek downwards into her shopping bags, peer past the crinkled tissue paper and feast her eyes on the textured green and pink leathers of the handbags she’d purchased. So shiny! They were exquisite, hand crafted, absolutely of-the-moment pieces from the designer's Spring ’05 collection. One of the many benefits of celebrity was that many designers let VIPs special order their goods early, straight from the fall preview batches that graced the runways of Paris and Milan. It had taken a month for them to arrive ; this was why she was so happy when she realized today was the day they were due at the store. Staring down at them, taking in their exquisite hottness, she couldn’t keep a goofily excited smile from plastering itself on her face. Not only were these the ‘it’ bags of next season, they were practically collector’s items! It took a pointed effort for her to pry her lustful eyes away from the goods and watch where she was going. When she finally managed to flick her gaze upward in order to steer her course, instead of a much needed map, her eye was caught by the bright fashion faux pas of tye-dye upon tye-dye, by the sight of a flamboyantly dressed young woman sitting on a bench with ….

Oh, my god. Was that a kitten? With a scarf? A kitten with a scarf!?!

“KAWAAAIIIIIIIII!!!!” she squealed suddenly, bounding forward, her tight corseted tank betraying every shockwave her bouncy gait sent through her flesh. With a deft turn of the wrist she’d transferred all of her shopping bags to her right hand, and she poised her left at her side. Her fingers practically twitched with a desire to touch the tiny baby cat, to pet it. Her blue eyes were locked and zeroed in on the fluffy little thing, and her lip quivered with uncontrollable adoration for a moment before she bit it and twisted it up into a grin. It only took a few seconds for her to clop her way over to the side of the bench, her platform heels clicking like the chain on a bicycle against the cheap tile that covered the mall’s floor. “What a precious little kitten!” She cocked her head and leaned in toward the little thing. “Awwww! Does kitty like the shopping mall? Does kitty like to shop? That’s my kind of kitty, yes that is! Yes that issssss.” After a few moments of cooing at the cat in this way, her voice about an octave higher than that of a normal human being, she looked up with a smile to the girl upon which it sat.

“Your kitten is the most adorable little thing I’ve seen in a long time. Can I pet her … or him?"

[Kagumi Michiyo]

It was then that she asked herself about Mikami Teru that she felt a hurtful pang in her heart, and she put a hand on her chest, For the first time in a long time, she had a friend, a real friend, someone she ould fight for. Sure to most people a friend meant an aquaintance to talk to when needed, but Kagumi knew deep in her heart that a friend to her was more than that, and Mikami Teru....Sir Prosecutor, might be one of those real friends she had hoped for.

But you know what happens to those "real friends" don't you? Since Megumi you know EXACTLY what will happen to your little prosecutor friend dont you?

Kagumi tried to shoo the thoguht away as the tears stung her eyes and she wiped them away in frustration, trying hard not to think about the worst.

he will find out Kage, about your bad luck, about everything, and he will get away, then who will you have left, your cat?

Kage's eyes shot down to Tago, who innocently looked up at her with big amber eyes, her big amber eyes. She had not had this cat for very long, so it still had time to leave her, but it had not moved when it had a chance to get away, so she wasnt planning on complaining.

This train of thought was broken with a deafening screech that even made Tago jump, her frantic claws dug into her legs and Kage winced a bit. It weaned Tago though, and the kitten calmly curled up again. Both of them looked to the source of their shock, and it was A girl, older than her, but a lot more bubbly. she clacked her way over to her and her kitten and began cooing at her, making baby noises, and Kage winced, almost certain that her kitten was looking at her in disbelief. When she looked at her, Kage smiled meekly, a little bit lost for words.

" Sure....I dont mind at all....go ahead."

[Imae Aiko]

Aiko's expression changed a bit when the girl looked up to her. Overly-engrossed in the utter cuteness of the baby cat, she'd not at all noticed how incredibly ... sad the girl looked. It surprised her quite a bit when she glanced up into the other girl's eyes an noticed their expression, also that they may have even been a little misty. Oh, no! For somebody to lose composure in a public place like this, something definitely had to be wrong. It concerned her greatly, especially considering that the girl's kitten looked so well-cared for. Anybody that gave their animal a cute little scarf and brought it out with them was likely a kind-hearted person, right? It wasn't pleasant to think of someone like that upset. No, no. She quickly covered the fact that she'd noticed with a reinforcement of her previous smile. How embarrassing was it to cry in the mall? There was no need to bring attention to something like that, now was there? Anyways, maybe she had allergies or something ... and Aiko was just overreacting. Who knew?

Although, it did quite look like a trace of sadness, and Aiko had always considered herself pretty adept at guessing the moods of others. She'd always thought herself pretty receptive to that sort of thing. And if she had allergies, why would she be carrying a kitten around with her? Right?

"Oh, thanks," she gushed, and reached down quickly and began to pet the fluffy little cat, holding the smile to her features. She stared admiringly down at the little animal for a moment before looking back up to the girl upon which it sat. The kitten really was adorable, and the scarf? Her lips quirked upward. Beyond precious. When her eyes went back to the girl, she softened her smile a little. "Uhm...," she said, a little questioningly, and glanced to the empty spot on the bench. Without furthering her inquiry into articulation or waiting for a response, she quickly shifted and lowered herself into the seat, protectively lodging her shiny black shopping bags by her side and hugging them with her now-unencumbered arm. There was no way she'd let anything happen to her lovely new bags. No way. She continued to pet the little kitten's head for a moment and then withdrew her hand.

She shifted a bit to the side so that she had view of her shopping bags in her peripheral. There were so many people at the mall today, and it made her a little paranoid about her things. She tended toward the overprotective, when it came to her toys. Still, she quickly blinked away the thoughts and chided herself for the paranoia. If her bags were stolen, it would probably be for a reason, anyways, right? The person might need them more than she did ... or ... something.

She turned her attention back to the tye-dye bedecked girl and found herself wondering exactly what could have made her seem so sad. To the side, somewhere, a little voice in her head also wondered exactly what had compelled her to dress ... in such a way, as well. Was anyone's fashion sense that flamboyant? Sure, at Harajuku girls went crazy with colors and shapes, but they used ... fashion sense when doing so. This outfit seemed to have been composed under the influence of ... something other than sense. Even so, she pushed those thoughts aside and tried to keep her eyes from flicking down to the confusing maze of color on the girl's torso. If anything, it did take guts to step out in something like that, she had to admit. Anyways, it was time for investigation. If this girl, who seemed like such a kind caregiver to the little animal, was sad, then Aiko wanted to help.

"So," she began, looking at the younger girl somewhat appraisingly, "My name is Aiko. It's very nice to meet you ... and your kitten." She smiled brightly and popped her head down in a quick bow.

[Kagumi Michiyo]

What kept Kage's concentration was her curiosity. It was always a big flaw of hers, her unbending curiosity for people, to read them, and examine them; it was the only way she could become them, to make herself something other than herself. So as the girl shifted and watched her she was in fact watching back, taking in the girls hyper and fickle mannerisms as if they were bass. In music, you could never truly feel the music unless you got the true effects of the bass. The beat would thump and rattle inside you until you were one with the tune. That was how Kage operated, it was her way of tuning in to people without having to get near them. This girl, cooing and adoring the little black cat, she teemed with bass and vibrato hiding what she felt truly inside.

Suddenly Kagumi felt a wave of guilty supidity and inwardly cursed herself for letting any part of her slip. She had almost cried for a second, that had to be it, that definitely had to be the reason she stayed, damn her and her weakness. She had hardly known Sir Prosecutor, but he brought her...new feeling she had never had in a long time, unbending trust, unconditional love, that only a sister could have for her older brother. Why did he do this to her? Was it because she had no one but the kitten now?

No she could be silly...she had matt...one of her few friends in whammy's house she even bothered speaking to...but then again, how long would that last them?

Her bright amber eyes floated back to the girl as she sat next to her, eyeing her bags as if they'd get stolen or something. She couldn't blame the girl, she looked like a pop star, hopefully she wouldn't attract too much attention to them. She blushed softly at how akwardly she began the conversation and nodded back. " I'm Rose" she answered timidly, adjusting the rose colored glasses, " and this is tago..."

[itachi264]

I came out of the park, wandering around town. "Wow," I said, "what to do now?" Then I realized, when in doubt go to the mall, right? I moved toward the mall and then entered it. I looked at all the beautiful shops, and hanging lights. It was just as I'd remembered.

I moved forward looking at all the shop windows. I was actually admiring not the clothes, but the girls trying them on. "Cute," I said. And the girls were. One with long blonde hair, another with amazing legs. I was not a pervert, but all guys love to check out girls. Or at least they should. If they don't then they need to be checked out. And girls like it too. They like the attention.

I moved on from shop to shop and then I sat down on a bench. The wood felt rough, but durable. I looked up on the upper floors and saw many girls. I wish I had one, I thought, a girl I mean. Huh. I really want one...But in a world like this where people act this way, how can I ever find someone who understands me?

[arekisandora]

I rolled out of bed and thudded onto the floor.
''Ow.''
Padding barefoot into the bathroom with my toothbrush in my hand, I looked in the mirror with dead eyes. I'd hardly got any sleep last night. My fridge was sticking up awkwardly and my hair was wild about my head. I splashed my face with the freezing cold tap water and dampened my fringe in an attempt to get it back into place. Sighing, I brushed my teeth, spat out the excess toothpaste (mmm, minty) and went back into my room. I teased the tangles out of my hair with my old brush and threw on a floaty top and skin-tight jeans before slipping my feet into my worn-out pumps. Grabbing a bag (already filled with essentials- some money, ect.) and my mobile, I ran downstairs and flung open the door. The air hit me, blowing my hair back off my face. I froze for a minute, enjoying the coldness as it swirled around me pleasantly, before stepping over the doorstep and shutting the door gently behind me.

I only lived a few minutes away from the mall, and I had enough to treat myself to a little something...what the hell, I thought, and began walking in the opposite direction. Once I got there, I eyed people suspiciously as they paraded around in groups. I'd never felt more isolated than I did then. I sighed and resisted the urge to run. Run from humanity, run from their noise, from their...their...patheticness. I hated pretty much everyone, but that made them hate me. Or just ignore me - which I got a sort of sick pleasure from. I bowed my head and strode through groups of people, making them kiss their teeth and frown at me. I smiled a small, twisted smile back at them and kept going, taking the most difficult path. It was at times like this that I wished all the myths about shinnigami were true - I'd probably kill all of these brainless fools.

No! Don't let that side of you come through again, no, no, you said you'd stop this...
I felt winded suddenly, the air rushed out of my lungs in a sharp gasp. No. I couldn't let myself do this...not again. People started to stare at me as I stood there stock still, a weird smile playing across my face but pain in my eyes. I fought the urge to laugh. They could stare all they wanted, but I couldn't move... I wouldn't move.
Stop. Please... the voice in the back of my head moaned. No...
The sick smile returned fully. I was back to how I was before.
All the attempts to stop this madness had been in vain, then.

[arekisandora]

I nodded curtly and began walking again.I felt people's eyes shift off me and the noise began again.
I told you no! Think of Near! the voice started nagging. I scowled, then widened my eyes. Near...I couldn't...no...I shouldn't have come here. Coming here, being amongst these PEOPLE...made me...made me...
Yes...made you mad. A psychopath might be one way to put it.
''Shut up!'' I snarled, out loud.
People stared again.
I heard Near's voice in my head this time.
''Go. Leave here, please, Arekisandora, I told you, I don't want you splitting yourself again,''
''Near,'' I murmured. I turned my head away from the crowd beginning to gather, afraid to look into their eyes. Humanity brought out the worst in me. I didn't want to fight with - with myself. I didn't want to be some freak with a split personality. I needed to get back to Whammy's House, to get back to Near. He'd help. He always helps. He kept me sane. I then saw a guy looking at me curiously. He was looking at all the girls curiously. I frowned slightly. He didn't look at me like the gathering crowd looked at me - like I was a freak. He looked at me like I was...an object. I laughed faintly under my breath.
''Go,'' Near's voice begged.
That simple hallucination was all it took. I immediately looked for the best exit.