Who do you trust? (Mello)

[Takitsu]

((Get ready for an epic fail opening))

So... what do I do now?

The young Death Merchant had asked herself this many times, to no avail. Ket had seen the Death Note, even touched it. She had seen Oana. And Takitsu had told her that she could read her name, and easily kill her.

I've been so careless. I need to better protect myself She thought, sitting down on a nearby bench. She couldn't have everyone knowing of her ability to kill; she would surely be blamed as Kira, and she didn't even want to think of what would happen after that.

Just relax. If you're too uptight, you're suspicious, and you'll be caught Takitsu told herself, taking a deep breath. Relax, it's useless to try thinking while you're mind is so clouded She released slowly, before reaching inside her bag and pulling out a candy bar. Candy had a way of making her forget her worries, though sometimes it got her into trouble. Not like she cared.

No. No one had the right to order her around anymore. She had the ability to kill, with just a swish of a pen. No one could tell her what to do anymore.

Smirking a little, Takitsu slipped her hand into her bag once more, lightly touching the black notebook inside with her fingertip. Such a deadly weapon... no one would ever expect a murder weapon to be a notebook. I wonder... who else is after Kira? True, Takitsu could see anyone’s name and lifespan, now that she’d traded eyes with her Shinigami, but she couldn’t tell who they were loyal to. She had to figure that out herself, by listening in on peoples’ conversations, or asking them. Simple enough.

But... what if someone thinks me suspicious for asking? Takitsu wondered, taking another bite from her candy. How would I explain it?

That’s stupid. There are a lot of people who ask about alliances. You’d be no different Takitsu thought this over a few times, before nodding a little. I’ll just have to find those who pose as a threat to me, and get rid of them as quickly, and as quietly as I can Takitsu popped the last of the candy in her mouth, before throwing away the wrapper and joining the bustling crowds once more.

[Mello]

<sub>There was a reason why he hated Japan, well not Japan pre se-- Just the people, the disgusting horrible people. The crowds were so tightly pushed together it could make a claustrophobic person pop. Even so, everyone was trying to get their life finished with, throwing it away to the every beckoning calls of their significant other... What a waste.A free hand moved to push the glasses along his face up, shielding his eyes from the sun above. The rythmic chewing of the gum in his mouth was enough to take his mind away from the people all around him, of course the taste alone was enough to take him to the land of 'bliss'... It was chocolate, sweet chocolate, and chocolate gum tasted no different.

Blue orbs, hidden behind the tint of his glasses scanning the crowd for something-- Or someone in particular. The word of Kira had been spread all over this city, and people were dying off like insects. What a book like that could do, although-- He would never use it for anything other than destroying it of course.... Unless Near decided that he's 'Oh so great again.' A small chuckle left his lips, it was just the right amount of thinking to get his distracted.

Bam! He ran straight into a girl, Takitsu. He stumbled for a moment, the plastic glasses fell to the floor only to get stepped on by a few people.

"Ugh!" A small groan left him, blue eyes staring at the girl he had bumped into. "Watch were you're going!" Because this was totally not his fault, nope! Now this poor girl would have to face something that a lot of people hated about him, that temper.. The one that was like an unstoppable flame just waiting to reach that gas valve, little did he know that she could end his life with the flick of a pen.</sub>

[Takitsu]

“Oof!” Takitsu grunted. She had knocked into someone, and that certain someone had sent her to the ground. “Ouch...” she mumbled, looking up at whoever it was had knocked her over. Mihael Keehl? Takitsu blinked, and then scowled. Idiot! I could kill him right now if I wanted to! Who does he think he is, yelling at me?! Takitsu knew that Mihael didn’t know about her Death Note, but it was still aggravating, having him talk down to her.

Takitsu threw her purse strap over her shoulder again- luckily, nothing had fallen out – and stood up, brushing herself off a bit. “Well, aren’t we pleasant?” she asked, glaring back at Mihael. She heard a crunching noise, and glanced down. Someone had stepped on a pair of dark sunglasses, which she assumed belonged to the man in front of her. Not anymore she thought, almost smiling. Her anger won over, though, and soon she was snapping back at Mihael.

“Y’know, maybe if you didn’t have such dark glasses blocking your view, you wouldn’t crash into people like this! But, now that they’re crushed, maybe now you’ll pay attention to what’s in front of you,” Takitsu retorted, keeping her eyes fixed on the blonde man. “And to put all the blame on me, you’re awfully rude, aren’t you?”

Wonder if I could write in the Death Note like this, this guy’s really getting on my nerves! Takitsu thought about it for a second, then gave up on it. Her purse wasn’t wide enough to open the notebook enough to write, and even if it was, her writing would probably be too illegible for even the Death Note to read. And Mihael would surely wonder what she was doing. Wonderful...

[Mello]

<sub>Amazingly his attention wasn't pulled away from the girl, but the bits and pieces of everyones conversation who walked by started to mix her words together. Honestly, he couldn't care less to what she had to say, he could barely understand her with everyone talking at once.. He didn't have a short attention span, it was just that she wasn't an interesting person to him, even if she secretly did hold the item that everyone one wanted to possess. But, from what he did hear she wasn't too happy with being stuck with all the blame, Oh how sad.. Maybe the crowd would trample her and she wouldn't be a problem anymore.

Such a disrespectful little girl, does she not know who shes talking to? Well, literally she did, but to his knowledge she didn't know that in a blink of an eye he wouldn't have to think two seconds before putting a bullet between her eyes. Nobody that walked on right past them knew that the girl, Takitsu, could kill with a wave of an arm. And that Mello, wouldn't have a second thought before the trigger was pulled. It didn't matter who it was, even gender was meaningless in the middle of a fight.

A bullet was enough to shut anyone up, and it was the easiest answer to anything, and everything. But, Mello wasn't one to be careless wasn't one to just pull a gun out randomly in the middle of a crowd, even if his anger tempted him so he wasn't that stupid.

Once the girl before him stood up before, of course spitting out her own snappy remark, he grabbed her arm. Pulling her a bit closer, his eyes narrowed showing more anger than he intended to let on. In an almost low voice, like a hostile whisper he spoke, chewing his gum as well.

"Little girl, I think you have mistaken me for someone who gives a sxxt." Yes, he did just call her a little girl, and meant it in the most offensive way possible. His breath was coated with the thick smell of his chocolate gun as it rolled along his teeth. He shifted his weight ready to let go of her, is grip on her wasn't that strong, and could probably be broken by just one swift yank away. Though his eyes still remained locked on the girl before him.

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[Little One??Oana]

One common rule Oana knew that she hardly kept, stay with your wielder at all times.

There was a simple explanation why she was not right behind Takitsu today. In summation, their mall venture led Takitsu to get the little shinigami a marionette and Oana was forced to hide as she played with the thing. If anyone saw Oana playing with it in public, Taki would have a fit.

It was such a cute little thing too. It's sandalwood finish was adorned with a penguin black tuxedo that seemed two sizes too big and complimented with a top hat. Its cheeks were bright and rosy, and its glass eyes were painted a bright blue. It took Oana some time to get the hang of it, but she learned that whenever she tilted the wood bar to the left, the arm would raise, push it down, the knees bent. By the time they got home, she had it walking.
They were sticklers about her following the rules, and technically takitsu was within eyesight around the corner. Oana set the puppet by the wall of the alleyway and turned around, apparently, Taki had bumped into a boy, that surprisingly caught the shinigami's interest.

Oana floated out of the shadows of the alleyway with a curious look and flew over to the two of them. The boy obviously had an attitude, but it was a familiar one for oana, like the mob bossed she had over the years. Oana grinned, he was a challenge, and she liked a challenge. Maybe he would be an interesting factor in this whole business, the little shinigami could see it in his eyes and defiant stance. "Ooh interesting person you found Taki," Oana turned to Taki, and giggled at the look in her eye, " if you feel like killing everyone then don't kill him Taki, he's fascinating, and I don't wanna see this one die yet." The shinigami giggled and her wings buzzed a bit.

[Matt]

(OOC: I know, I'm posting this a day later than I said I would. I tend to suck like that.)

While most human beings would consider undying loyalty to be a virtue, sometimes Matt saw it as one hell of a burden. If it weren't for that pesky trait of his, he'd still be sitting happily in that dim little room, wistfully playing his DS. Instead, he had plunged himself into the abyss that was the streets of midday Japan. The sun bore down on his head, the sights and sounds were overwhelming, fresh air rushed through him, and it took all he had not to turn right back around. A chain a cigarettes sent an occasional rush of welcome relief and dirty air through him, keeping his eyes on his main goal. During times like this, Matt felt more like a dog than a best friend.

Curiosity had sent him chasing after Mello for whatever reason. Maybe it was the idea of boredom that drove him or just the tendency he had to stick his nose in where it didn't belong. Whatever the reason was, he knew that once he found the guy he was searching for, things were bound to get really interesting really fast. Lucky enough for him, a pissed off, border-line nutcase was definitely easy enough to come across. It took him less than five minutes to catch up and less than a second to know what was going on.

A long, almost groan-like exhale released a puff of thick smoke as Matt came to a stop less than a foot away from the action. The day was too warm for his thick vest, so he managed to find some space in his pockets for his hands along with his pack of cigarettes and a spare set of batteries. Usually, he didn't make a habit out of startling Mello, especially when he appeared to be in one of his "moods" like he seemed to be at the moment, but it seemed appropriate. After all, the victim, as far as he knew, seemed to be some poor girl who stroked him the wrong way. While Mello wasn't so discriminative, Matt found himself feeling an ounce of distaste for harassing women. Of course, don't take that the wrong way. It wasn't as if he respected women. It was just that he saw scaring them away as such a waste.

"Hey Mel," Matt interrupted after removing the burning stick from between his lips. "I think we need to talk about your way with women. I don't think it's working," Although he didn't form a smile, his expression was playfully mocking. His gaze drifted to Mello's grasp on Takitsu and then back to his friend with a questioning air. "It doesn't take much to get him started, does it?' he thought to himself. "Well, at least he's got a witness now to stop him from doing anything crazy..."

[Takitsu]

Takitsu fumed. This guy... I’ll kill him the second he leaves! She decided, taking another quick glance at his name. Mihael Keehl... Mihael Keehl... I can remember that Takitsu silently repeated his name, memorizing the letters. He’s dead, and he doesn’t even know it Takitsu nearly smirked, thinking of ways to kill him, when Oana’s voice broke her from her thoughts. Takitsu was careful not to show it, however. She couldn’t let Mihael -or anyone else, for that matter- know about her Shinigami, or about her black notebook, her Death Note, carefully hidden in her purse among all her candy and other junk.

Wha...?! I can’t kill him?! Takitsu balled her hands into tight fists, before releasing them, letting out a small sigh. She had to keep Oana entertained, which apparently meant that Mihael would have to stay alive. Thanks, Oana... Takitsu thought bitterly, before she felt a hand on her arm, tugging her forward.

“Hey...!” she managed to say, before finding herself staring at the blonde man. He smells like chocolate Takitsu thought, glaring. Little girl?! Takitsu had to fight the urge to pull out the Death Note right then and there. It’s not like he could do anything, he’d be dead within forty seconds... or less Takitsu start to lift her free hand to her purse, but let it drop instead. Have to listen to Oana...But of all people, why’d she have to get interested in Mihael? What’s so special about him? Takitsu wouldn’t think of his attitude as anything close to a good trait. Is it his looks? Takitsu thought, trying not to roll her eyes. Whatever the reason, the Shinigami’s interests just didn’t make sense to the young Death Merchant.

Takitsu opened her mouth to snap back at Mihael, though someone else seemed to address him. She blinked, before turning her attention to whoever had spoken up. Takitsu raised an eyebrow; she found herself staring at another man, though he didn’t seem as abrasive as Mihael. She looked him over, pausing at his name. Mail Jeevas... Oana might want him to stay alive, as well, but it can’t hurt remembering his name. Wonder if... Mel? Her eyes went back to Mihael. An alias? Why does he use one? Ket used hers because she got a ‘new’ life, Takitsu used hers to protect herself. What reason does he have? Takitsu wondered, pulling her arm away and taking a few steps away from both Mihael and Mail.

Does he use it to protect himself, from Kira? Takitsu had decided earlier to join Kira, should she ever meet him, in order to better protect herself from those like L. If they were after Kira, it could mean trouble for her as well It could just be a nickname. Maybe... I might be thinking too much Takitsu decided to worry about it later. She knew their names; she could kill them, if she really needed to. She’d just have to find a way to make it up to Oana later.

“Uhh... Thanks...” Takitsu said, looking at Mail. She wasn’t really sure what to say, and so she kept quiet after that, silently fidgeting with her purse strap.

((Sorry. Been trying to sort some crap out))