A voice without evangelical glee. |Open|

[Zetsu |With Teeth|]

<sup>Cobalt eyes skimmed the page over and over, looking for some kind of error. Apperently, the paper listed off the names of those who've died in jail. Gripping his pen, he made dark circles around different letters in the names. A, P, Q, M, L, I, D, T, S, N. He paused for a moment, putting the end of the pen to his mouth letting his teeth seize the plastic. The fabric of his scarf making it kind hard to chew on the plastic.

"A.. M... I..N..T.?" A certain spark lit up his eyes, one that could only be identified as a child on Christmas morning. He knew the paper had something to tell him. Mint! Mint Ice Cream! Before he had a chance to go get his ice cream he heard something, a voice, a deep voice.

You idiot, stay on track! I can't believe I got stuck with a pathetic being like you. He knew that voice all to well, he just didn't have a name for his interactive counter part of a mind. Zetsu didn't think it would be particularly pleasant to name that part of him.

Setting the pen down, his teeth found another joy in biting his lips. Mumbling in incoherent Russian to himself as his fingers idly tapped along the table, cobalt orbs stuck on the paper before him. How did he know he wasn't next? Yeah, they didn't have a name but what if Kira knew... He knew all those prisoners names.. He knew-- No, no. Zetsu, you can't think like that! A nervous laugh came from behind the scarf, was he sweating already? It wasn't like him to sweat so easily.

"/Kira, Kira. Please understand my situation./" This time his voice was clear, albeit in Russian, it was still clear, his eyes fluttered shut. In his mind he could see demons and they carried notebooks.</sup>

((Ooc; I use / / this for Russian and D: I'm getting use to this rp style again.))

[Takitsu]

((Oana, you don't *need* to join this one. But you can if you want to <3))

Takitsu sighed, pulling a clean lollipop stick from her mouth. She fiddled with it for a while, before tossing it in a trash can, letting out a load groan. Bored... you'd think there'd be something to do in your spare time around here. Takitsu thought, eyeing the large crowds around her. Her gaze drifted to the various shop signs; several clothing stores were having sales, a movie rental shop had just opened, and a large group of girls were walking into a gym. Ok, scratch that. You'd think there'd be something *I'd* want to do around here the Death Merchant rolled her eyes. Truth be told, there were few things that interested her anymore, though Takitsu found that killing gave her the biggest thrill out of anything. She had even ignored her brother the night before, in favor of writing names in her Death Note. Bad move, Takitsu scolded herself. Change too much, and they'll get suspicious. Unless they figure it's just another phase.

Grumbling, she dug her cell phone out from her bag, flipping it open to check the time. "This late already?!" she groaned, getting a few looks from people around her. Takitsu simply sneered, before slipping her phone back into its pocket.

It was just past noon, but Takitsu hadn't written any names in her notebook yet. She didn't know how long it would take for Oana to get bored, but Takitsu didn't quite like the idea of being killed by her Shinigami. It's not my fault! Blame the criminals, they're getting lazy! Takitsu screamed in her head. She reached into her purse for some more candy, though she found herself outside a corner cafe when she looked up. Something other than a candy bar sounds pretty good... Takitsu thought about it for a second, then made her way in.

Perfect... she thought. The cafe wasn't too crowded, nor was it too empty. No one would pay any attention if she took out the Death Note here. Takitsu looked around, trying to find a good place to sit. One side was full of people writing and reading. It made Takitsu grin; this was turning out perfectly for her. She made her way over to the last empty booth on that side, and slid her hood off. Takitsu looked up for a moment when a waitress came by, and for a second, she wished she'd kept her head down. The person sitting in the booth across from her- she caught his name, Zetsu- sent a cold shiver down her spine, like Oana had done the first few days Takitsu had spent with her.

Takitsu dropped her eyes to the table in front of her. "Ahh... chocolate sundae, please," she mumbled to the waitress. Wait a second... what am I doing? If I can deal with Oana, this guy shouldn't be creeping me out so much Takitsu glared at the table, as if it had done her some great personal harm.

Get over it! she told herself, before bringing her eyes back up to the creepy Zetsu. The shiver came again, though it wasn't as bad as the first. She sighed, as if relived. See? He's nothing you can't handle. Takitsu grinned a little, before digging in her purse for her Game Boy.

[Zetsu |With Teeth|]

<sub>The pen found itself back to his mouth within a matter of seconds, old habits die hard. Chocolate sounded good. The girl across from him had reminded him what he was going to get, shifting in his seat slightly, he turned to the waitress that was walking by. " Mint ice cream." He copied Takitsu's tone.

Grabbing the paper in front of him, he started to rip out the first letters of each of their names. He could feel someone staring at him, you know that feeling when it's almost like you're by yourself and someone is staring right at you. It almost feels as their glance is digging right through you, if even for a second.

" He--" He coughed, everything was too hot in here and he wasn't quite sure why. "Hello..." Zetsu's voice was rather quiet, his accent even sticking with that simple work. He wasn't one to just start talking to random people but something felt weird about her. She looks rather delicate, don't you think? Almost like a flower. His inner voice laughing. "/Shut up./" He spoke lightly to himself, trying to make sure no one else heard him.

Unconsciously, his hand moved to pull the scarf away from his body. It's been awhile since he's actually taken it off. Why is it that he's always met girls in Cafes? Just an odd mental note. Just smoothly talk your way to becoming her friend... Then maybe you could smoothly talk your way into a dinner. Another cold laugh not leaving his mind.</sub>

[Takitsu]

Takitsu flicked her Game Boy on, after making sure the volume was off. A few minutes went by, and she was able to play without interruption. Though, a voice ripped her concentration after clearing the first level. Frowning a little, she looked up to see who had spoken, and if they had addressed her. A small wave of surprise came over her when she saw herself looking back at Zetsu. Crap, I guess he noticed me staring Takitsu thought, a little upset. She liked to think that she was getting better at going unnoticed. Looks like I need more practice.[/i]

Unsure of what else to say, Takitsu copied Zetsu's small greeting. "Hi..." She kept her eyes on him, until a flash from her game caught her eye. "Awwww," she muttered; her character had just died. Sighing once more, she turned the game off, pushing it to the corner of her table. Before she had a chance to go back to Zetsu, the waitress brought out her sundae, and soon after, she came back with Zetsu's order.

"Mmmm," Takitsu picked up her spoon. She glanced over at Zetsu once more, before taking a bite from her sundae. Wonder what he's like... Wonder if his personality matches his looks at all[/i] Takitsu thought, before giving a small shrug. If he wants to talk to me some more, he will. If not, I won't push him.[/i] Takitsu wasn't afraid of Zetsu, but he didn't seem like the kind of person one would want to anger.

Looking up again, Takitsu noticed that he was wearing a scarf. Scarves? Already?[/i] It was warm outside, though Zetsu was dressed for winter. Takitsu was hardly one to talk; her jacket wasn’t exactly thin. I wonder what he’s thinking, going outside like that. Those clothes would definitely attract some attention. She had almost forgotten that not everyone was trying to hide from the crowd like she was.

[Zetsu |With Teeth|]

Maybe he shouldn't have spoken, he could hear that small sound you hear when any electronic is turned on. Slowly swallowing his now mint tasting saliva, he waited for her to speak. It was only a few moments he had to wait, but that time felt like forever to him. Per haps he was a tad bit on the obsessive side. Idly, his eyes watched as his hands moved the scarf to a jumbled mess on the table top, slowly moving back up to meet her eyes. How strange, mirror's to the soul could be so..? He couldn't remember what word was exactly, but it was certainly peculiar.

"Hello." The tips of his fingers wiggled into a somewhat wave back, his tone taken down to a rather shy one. Zetsu's attention moved back to the icecream that was placed before him, taking another bite before he decided that it would probably be best if he moved to sit in the same booth as her! Then they could continue their talking.... Thats if she actually wanted to continue talking to him, and he wasn't gonna wait around to find out. With one hand he grabbed the jumbled mess that was his scarf, the other held his mint treat.

Taking a seat right across from her, Zetsu smiled... Well if you were able to call that awkward gesture a smile. "I hope you don't mind..." No, no he really didn't. He's just trying to be polite. Small fingertips tapped idly against the table. Maybe she knew about Kira? You idiot, everyone knows about Kira. "/shut up../" Another Russian mumble.

[Little One??Oana]

Oana had remained quiet for quite a timea, rather wrapped up in her affairs with her puppet, which she took the time to adorn in her fashion, it was (to her unbridled childish glee) the spitting image of her. And she had sat around to her entertainment and created many puppets while she was lazing around waiting for taki to kill again. She created one of takitsu, of her sister, herself and of a few of the men she met. The unusual blonde boy they met in the park, the kids that she saw on the tower, mr takai, mister kin, they were all there and she had no free time.

And taki had been killing in a most reasonable manner, she kept the many killings at a constant (sometimes as much as ten oor twenty on one setting) and varied. She was quite entertaining, and knowing who would go and approach her lately, her fascination in humans was amazingly rekindled. Though taki would not complain of her abscenses, her interest bought her a lot of time, and that with her wielders was valuable.

The little shinigami soon decided that it was time to check again. She watched as Taki walked with a shady looking man into a shop, and her grin became wide with mischeif, " just can't seem to hang around a good crowd. How deliciously ironic for you Taki." She giggled and with a buzz the giant wings spread and she soared down to the window, her bat wings put to good use as she floated above the ground and phased through the wall.

When she appeared, she was behind the man, facing Taki with a grin, she was about to open her mouth and say something when she heard the man for the first time. Her head nearly snapped off her neck as she listened to him. Was that russian? She listened to the muttering and her bat wings buzzed with glee. She had not been around a russian since 1917 but she could understand him perfectly. He was muttering to himself as if muttering to another person. This set Oana off into a fit of full hearty cackles. Taki probably couldn't understand a word he was saying, but oana could. " You habe an interesting choice in friends taki." She said with a smile