tampered | Log: Complete

Log: Complete

When; September 6th (Afternoon?)
Rating; PG
Characters; Mikami Teru

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Summary; Mikami stops by the Opera House for a short visit.
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She was rather surprised at Mikami's sudden intrusion during her conversation with Megumi, but it was obvious he was concerned for her health. If this the City was anything like her world, Eve would've been dead long before the Black Death curse ever took place. The fact that she was able to remain 'alive' puzzled her at times. She decided it was best not to try and figure out that mystery.

Eve sat in front of her desk, looking into the mirror. She appeared to be a normal human at first glance. The only thing odd was the vibrant color of her eyes; a beautiful shade of green, a look of pure energy coursing through them. Which made her think...

She brought a finger up to her lips as she pondered how many people had seen her other forms.

Hm, just Autor, Aya, and dearest Bane..

And now that Bane and Aya had left the city, the only one left was Autor. Would she eventually show the other opera house residents? What would their reactions be? Would they treat her as a monster? There had been several occasions where Eve slipped out information about her past. Most seemed quite shocked by it. She wondered if Mikami would be shocked as well. The thought intrigued her and she somewhat anxiously awaited for his arrival. He was such an amusing yet charming boy. There was definitely something different about him. He looked like an average high school boy.. but looks can be deceiving. &hearts Eve knew this all too well.

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As soon as he heard that Eve had been ill, he had been more than a little concerned. Eve has been the first person that he had truly taken a liking to since arriving in the City. Even the fact that there was an upcoming trial that he should be concentrating on did not deter him.

He spent the day wondering what would make a suitable get-well present and found himself rather at lost. It was safe to say that Mikami did not know the first thing about visiting someone who was recuperating.

He ended up taking over a little more things over to the Opera House than he had initially intended. Some CDs, several books on Japanese theater, as well as takeaway from Café Juliet… and his Death Note. As always, Mikami felt a sense of satisfaction when he touched the note. With it, he could make the world that he longed for into reality.

A world free of injustice.

He walked in to the Opera House without much of a fuss, the residents were either familiar with him, or they just did not bother to stop him. It did not take him long to reach the room that Eve stayed at. Mikami knocked twice and waited.

[ooc; Sorry for the late reply. I got caught up in meetings today @_@]

Eve would have gotten up and answered the door, but she figured Mikami would put up a fuss about her not resting. "Come in." She called out, waiting for him to enter.

At her reply, Mikami opened the door and stepped in to her room. As Eve has suspected, the brunette was glad to see that she was resting. “Good evening, Eve. I am glad to see that you are doing fine,” he said in a pleasant tone as he closed the door behind him. “I do hope I did not disturb your rest.”

Though Mikami is taciturn for most part, but he can be sociable when the occasion calls for it. This was one such instance. Eve was someone he enjoyed spending time with. Thoughts of the trial were pushed back as he walked up to her desk.

[ooc; I don't mind short tags as long as I can work with it~♥]

"Of course not," Eve smiled. She was unaware of the trial though, as she tended to keep her nose out of other people's business unless they wanted her to know.

"I'm not an ordinary human, so I recover quite quickly."

He gave her a rare smile as he placed the items he had brought along with him on the desk. "I brought you some CDs and books to keep you occupied... and I hope you do not mind quiche. I wanted to make something, but there were not enough time.”

Mikami would have told her about the upcoming trial except he did not want to bother her too often with his problems. As it is, she is recuperating and it would not do to trouble her with it.

Her admittance threw him off guard a little. Mikami has already suspected that Eve was not a normal person the first time he exchanged words with her on the network. But he was already getting used to the fact that most people brought here by the City is not an ordinary human.

“I have realized that the first time you mentioned burning people up.” He said mildly.

"Thank you. I haven't had quiche in quite some time." Using up all that energy to reform had left her hungry.. More so then she realized. She appreciated the books and CD. Without Bane or Aya around to pester, the city was a bit boring.

Eve couldn't help but smirk, "Spontaneous Combustion is what they called it. Although it was far from spontanteous. Hm.. But enough about me. What have you been up to, my dear?"

“I was not sure what you liked, so I just chose something I thought you would like,” he replied, as he started setting up for tea. “Since you mentioned that you liked theatre, I thought you would be interested in books about the Japanese equivalent.”

At her words, Mikami looked up from his task. “Combustion or burning that occurs without any observable source of ignition… which means you can somehow make a subject combust without an external source.”

It was hard to believe, but in his short stay here, the prosecutor has seen many things that he thought impossible. Compared to some, Eve’s powers were easier to believe. Then again, Mikami was someone who readily believed in the powers of the Death Note and existence of Shinigami, and both are thought to be things of myth back in his world.

A meticulous man, Mikami had already considered everything before he made his way over. As Eve was not well enough to go out for tea, he would just have to bring it to her. He cut a slice of quiche and placed it on a plate before handing it to her.

“Nothing much, the City does not offer me much to do. I have been reading up on law books that I have found in the library and doing some research on the Germanicus law for the trial.” He twitched a little at the thought. If it were not for God’s request, the prosecutor would not deign to take part in this parody. Whatever Dietrich’s reasoning was, it still remained that he was playing with the sanctity of justice.

Perhaps it was just jealousy speaking.

[ooc; Sorry, I had word diarrhea ._. And don't try to match length, dearie. I am... just wordy at times;; Especially with serious characters]

"Interesting," She commented about the books, then looked up at him when he mentioned the combustion, "Through their mitochondria. It's quite an easy task."

Eve elegantly nibbled on a slice of quiche as he spoke of the trial, "Oh? A trial? What for?"

The last time he studied about mitochondria was in high school. If he remembered right, every living, breathing creature has mitochondria. After all, mitochondria contains ribosomes and DNA, the two important element that made them what they are.

“An impressive ability,” he agreed. Mikami deliberated with himself once again whether to reveal the secrets of the Death Note to the woman before him. He knew for a fact the more people knew, the closer they are to being exposed, not to mention the trouble it would bring to Eve. L, Near and Mello may be able to track it down to Eve and he disliked the thought of them coming any where near her.

He poured tea for her from a flask. He would prefer if it were fresh, but Mikami was unsure of the facilities that they have in the Opera House.

“Apparently, someone has tried to poison Dietrich, a friend of my acquaintance. I am sure you have heard of Yagami Light, our current warden? When he heard that I was a prosecutor, he requested my aid.” Mikami said, summarizing the case for her. He was not prepared to tell her who Light was to him just yet, maybe a little longer. Would she think of him mad to consider another as a God?

[ooc; No worries~ My timezone clashes with almost everyone in the rp, so I will be slow as well;;]

Eve sipped her tea, pinky pointed up, thinking for a moment. "Yes, I have. And.. Oh dear."

She paused, arching an eyebrow, "What sort of poison was it?"

“It was only alcohol, but Dietrich’s body system could not ingest it, so it acts like a poison. From what I know, Dietrich apparently told the defendant that alcohol would kill him, so that rules it out as a prank.”

Mikami poured a cup of tea for himself and took a sip. It still did not sit well with him that the other was going for a lighter sentence. Yes, he understood what God was getting at, but the other was at wrong. He broke the rules and Mikami felt that by giving him a light sentence, it would affect future cases. He felt his eyebrows knitting in annoyance. The prosecutor caught himself in time, not here, not now. He was spending time with someone he genuinely liked and he was not going to ruin it.

“It will be a simple case by any means. The trial at court is merely a formality… let us change the topic to something more pleasant. “How is everything been so far?”

"I see."

Eve could tell this was making Mikami uncomfortable even before he steered the conversation to another topic.

"Fine. A bit slow. Even after all these months of being here, I still don't think I'm used to living the life of a normal human."

Mikami could relate to that. Ever since he came to the City, his schedule had been messed up. He was only slowly regaining his usual rhythm in the past few weeks.

He did not see any point in trying to converse with some of the citizens here, they were either those that did not make much sense to him or those he would love to see eliminated. How his hands itched to write their names in his Death Note, but God had said not to use it on the people in the City, so Mikami did not.

“Normal human?” the prosecutor echoed, giving her a quizzical look, his tea cup brought near to his lips

[ooc; Wah;;; sorry for the lateness. Work pwned me ><]

"Yes. I was not meant to live for very long. Just carry out my mission and eventually die. Living an "average life" is strange and foreign to me."

Just to carry out her… mission? Mikami may not know much of her world or her, but he has grown rather attached through their interaction. She has been nothing but nice and understanding. It did not make sense to him that someone like her is being exploited and not given a chance to live her life as she wanted. His only outward reaction to her revelation was the furrowing of his eyebrows.

This was the reason that there was need of the Death Note. To judge people like them, those who used and hurt others, those who did not deserve a place in this world.

“I am glad that you are able to experience it here then,” Mikami said carefully, choosing his words in such a way that it did not in any way upset her or revealed his feelings on the subject matter. He was curious about her, but it was not polite to pry. “To me, the City may not be the ideal place to live in… but I will admit that it open opportunities for others.”

[ooc; :O If so, take your time. I am actually on semi-hiatus as well due to rl... which is why I haven't been spamming... but eh >.>;;; *spams you with hearts and cuddles* :D!]

Eve brought her hand up to her chin, tapping a finger against her cheek, "I suppose. I must admit I have experienced things here that I would never have back in my world." The most memorable one was her meeting Bane. She missed the man deeply ever since his departure from the City.

That would make the both of them, he supposed. He had met his God here, and it was in the City where he met Eve and Megumi, the two people he genuinely liked of, two things that he had not thought possible. “So did I… I never thought that I would find people that I am…” Mikami tried to hunt for a suitable word. “… fond of.”

The prosecutor was not by nature a very emotional man. This was a rather foreign situation. He had never spoke or asked others for aid or advice before, but yet he did to Eve. Somehow, during the short time they spent together, he had grown to trust her to a certain extent, which is saying a lot as Mikami does not trust anyone aside from God.

“I- I have something to confess.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them.

[ooc; Inspiration is always good ♥ If you are on aim, I'll come online and poke you rightaway! XD; *at work*]

"I quite agree." Eve had never thought she would come to like humans and put aside her own beliefs.

She looked directly at Mikami, arching an eyebrow. What would this confession be?

The prosecutor immediately tried thinking of ways to get out of his current situation. A confession could be anything; he could just say anything and she would be none the wiser… but he wanted to avoid lying to her unless it was absolutely necessary.

“I am not sure if you have heard of ‘Kira’ in this City… I know for a fact that people brought it once several times.” He was beating round the bush. It was not like him to hesitate after he has made up his mind. “I… have in possession, a notebook that would kill any human whose name and face I have seen.”

This was it, there was no turning back.

Eve, being the sadistic person she was, was intrigued by this notebook. Her eyes seemed to gleam brightly, a slight smirk on her face. "I have. And.. A killing notebook? My, my, Mikami.. I never pictured you as that type of person. Pardon the cliche, but I suppose the saying fits; Don't judge a book by its over." She chuckled to herself. What a clever little pun.

"I am assuming you've used it before, correct? How does it work?" Eve wanted to know more. Seeing this side of Mikami made her feel more comfortable. She could act more natural now. And perhaps she'd fill him in on her own powers.

She did not laugh at him, or did she brush it off as a lie. Mikami was a realistic person and he knew if placed in the shoes of another, he might have brushed it off as the tall tale. He felt grateful and less hesitant. He even managed a smile at her pun. It did fit after all. Who would have imagined a prosecutor who be killing the criminals which he himself sent to prison?

“Yes, I have used it before, though I only use it to judge people back in my world. Since death escapes this City, it renders it rather useless… unless I use it to prevent others from returning to their worlds.” He filled one page of the Death Note every day without fail, writing as small as he could to maximize the page.

He sat on her question for awhile, thinking of the simplest and most straightforward way to explain it to Eve. “All you need to kill a person is their face and their name. You write the name down into the note while you picture their face in your mind. This is so you could avoid killing the wrong person with the same name.”

"Quite a handy tool." She nodded, "Especially if you are not able to be presence of your victim."

“It is…” All Mikami needed was a television or the internet for him to kill. He had been making use of the fountain in the City to gain the names of criminals from his world.

“Would you like a demonstration?”

Though the prosecutor doubted that his God would approve, He did not exactly order Mikami not to use the Death Note against the City’s residents. Kira’s exact orders were to kill anyone he felt suspicious. It was not as if death was permanent in the City.

[ooc; Mikami is like a child trying to show his Mother what he did in school today XP;;;]

"A demonstration would be quite fun."

Her eyes seemed to gleam brighter than usual, "And perhaps I shall demonstrate my own powers as well."

“If you are feeling up to it, we could perhaps take a short stroll to the Underground?” There was where all those lowlifes gathered. Mikami did not like the idea of taking Eve down there, but he was not about to go eliminate someone that may or may not be innocent.

He looked at her in surprise. “You have other powers as well?” There was more to Eve than he had expected… but then again, he supposed he barely scratched the surface.

"Sounds fine to me. I was getting restless after all."

Figuring she'd give Mikami a little tease show before they left, "I shall show you a small extent of what I can do right now." Eve gazed intensely at the boy, concentrating, manipulating his mitochondria just enough to cause him to sweat.

His eyes widened as his body temperature soared. He felt himself getting warmer and warmer and a trickle of sweat ran down his brow. This was a just a small taste of Eve’s powers? The prosecutor knew she was different the first time he spoke to her… but if this was just a fraction of what she can do.

Mikami decided that Eve was one person he did not want upset with him. Not that he ever wanted to, but this gave him more reason not to. Though Eve took the prosecutor by surprise, he knew that she would not harm him. There was no reasoning behind his trust, except that he did trusted that she would not harm him… at least not on purpose.

He looked at his hands, then back at her. “A-A small extent?” His voice shook a little. No matter how much he trusted Eve, this was new to him.

"I could easily combust you if I wanted to," Eve stopped the manipulation, "but I do not wish to harm you. I'm sure it would attract the wrong sort of attention from your God."

Mikami let out a breath that he did not realize he had been holding as he felt his body cooling down. God. How did she know?! Did she came to the conclusion on her own… or did he let slip? What would she think?

The prosecutor pushed the thoughts aside. If she already knew about his God and she was still treating him like she usually does, it was a good sign.

He gave himself several moments to regain his composure before he trusted himself to speak. “I am not worried, Eve. If you wanted to harm me, you would have done so from the start and I probably could not stop you from doing so anyway.” As much as he did not like the thought of not being able to do anything about it, it was the truth.

"Perhaps. Or I could be slowly working you up to trust me.. and then strike." She smiled playfully. Eve really had no reason to want to harm Mikami. This city had taught her that humans had no need to evolve as she wanted them to, so there was little reason to cause any harm or 'another NY incident.' And even if she did want to try and birth another Ultimate Being, Eve suspected the city deities would put a stop to that as well.

The woman rose from her seat, "Shall we get going then? I'm quite anxious to see your notebook in action."

Those words gained Eve a smile. “Perhaps, but there is nothing to gain from harming me, unless it is for personal satisfaction.” Mikami knew she was just teasing, though his heart did skip a beat when she first said it. “Then I would just have to risk it… and we should. Before it gets too late.”

Even until now, the other was worried that he would send her back here too later for Autor’s piano lesson. He may not know who this Autor is, but Mikami was someone who placed utmost importance in keeping to a schedule.

Eve nodded, then walked over to her dresser and pulled out a tattered looking dress. Figuring Mikami would be freaked out if she suddenly started stripping, she asked; "Could you leave the room for a moment while I change? I do not wish to ruin my current outfit. Replacing clothes can be a bit of a pain."

Ruin?

Replacing?

Mikami had no idea what she was talking about though he raised an eyerbrow at the dress she took out. It looked wellworn… and tattered. Perhaps he should ask her to join him and Sayu on one of their shopping excursions one day. It was not as if he found them pleasant, but Eve really should have more than a few outfits in the dresser.

“I will be waiting for you outside then,” Mikami said obediently, letting himself out.

It did not take long for Eve to change. And despite it's tattered state, it still looked elegant on her. Or atleast she thought so.

Once finished, Eve exited her room and stood next to Mikami, "Shall we get going then?"

He gave her a once over. Mikami was more intrigued by Eve’s need to change into something tattered and torn. The way she carried herself pulled people’s gaze off her clothing to her person. It was her confidence and they way she held herself. Whatever she wore did not matter at all.

He suspected it had something to do with her powers and did not press on any further. He will see it in good time.

“Of course.”

Mikami was unsure if she knew her way around the City. He had only came over to the Opera House to visit Eve and he had never hear her mentioning going out before. He took the lead, walking in smaller steps so that Eve could follow.

[ooc; It's okay~♥ There is no rush there. And feel free to godmod Mikami to the Underground or anywhere.]

She had visited the underground only a few times before, mostly to experiment her powers. She found she was still capable of mutating animals to her liking. That was always a pleasant way to pass the time and make her feel less homesick.

But Eve allowed Mikami to lead the way, as she wasn't sure where the populated areas were.

"I'm assuming you're going to need an isolated area so our little demonstrations won't cause a rukus?"

Mikami disliked the Underground, it was dark and dank and the scourge of the City gathered there. He nodded to her question, before deciding to speak. “There is a place I remember walking by.” He was a man of little words, though he was trying to talk a little more when in the presence of people he liked.

He stalked through the street as quickly as he could, not catching the eyes of anyone that they passed by. The prosecutor took several twists and turns until they reached a fairly abandoned warehouse. He had seen people going in an out of the place looking stoned. It did not leave him any doubt what they were.

Unforgivable.

The prosecutor did not need to be near his victims to strike. Mikami made sure both him and Eve stayed out of sight. Though the people were probably deep in their manufactured hallucinations, he did not want to be near them.

He turned to Eve and took out his Death Note. “Continuing from my earlier explanations, the Death Note could kill people by just imagining their faces as your write their names down… After you write down their name, you have 40 seconds to write down a cause of death, where if the cause of death is not specified, they will merely die by heart attack. Also, the name of the human is written in the note shall die.”

Mikami turned back to the warehouse entrance as a young man swaggered out unsteadily. He frowned and took out his pen from his pocket, quickly writing his name – Max Benolli down into the note neatly. Only one word escaped broke through the silence.

“Eliminate.”

Eve glanced at the note book, then back up at Mikami's victim. It didn't take long for the man to suddenly grab his chest, acting as if he were suffocating, then drop to the ground. She found it quite amusing, and fascinating that a simple note book could kill someone.

But there was one thing that bothered her.

"How did you know his name?"

He felt a sense of accomplishment as the other fell to the ground dead. Though he knew that death was not permanent in the City, it still gave him a small amount of satisfaction.

Eve’s words took him by surprise. Mikami was so used to having them that had allowed his guard down.

His eyes glowed red even as he turned to her and took off his glasses. “I made a trade for ‘Shinigami eyes’.” The prosecutor paused for a moment to find a more suitable word to explain what a Shinigami meant.

“Shinigami is considered Gods of Death in the Japan culture… they are basically what reapers are in some parts of the world. These eyes enable me to see their name and how long the have to live, though the numbers are not understandable by any human.”

Mikami knew from the first time he saw her that Eve was dead. The numbers were a line of zeroes, the best indication that a person was dead.

[ooc; Give me a poke if it is not okay with you~♥]

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Eve smirked, "An thank you for that lovely demonstration. Now.. shall I show you my powers?"

Mikami’s earlier worries dissipated when those words came from Eve. Though he knew that she would not think of him badly, there was still a part of him that was worried. He has not disclosed what the notebook could fully do yet, but his curiosity won. He only felt a little of her powers, and he was curious what else could she do.

“If you please, Eve.”

Eve slowly backed away from Mikami until she was about 3 feet away from him. She closed her eyes, crossing her arms in front of her and pointing to them towards the ground. There was a sick noise of bones grinding, skin stretching, and cloth tearing as she slowly began to transform.

Her arms began to grow longer, her hands turning large, blueish grey with crimson red claws. A strange appendage, perhaps a tail, protruded from the bottom of her dress, taking the place of her legs. As if that wasn't shocking enough, even her hair began to shift itself up into 4 spikes. The woman slowly looked up, her eyes glowing brightly as her transformation came to a finish. She was much larger now and was floating due to the lack of feet.

"Watch," Eve said in a whisper as she turned towards the door to the club. With a smirk on her face, she stared intensely at it. It took only a matter of seconds before they could hear screams coming from within the club. A few people ran out, engulfed in flames. Others were actually melting in what appeared to be piles of goo.

A part of her felt guilty. She had told Autor she wouldn't do anything like this again. It wasn't as bad as Carnegie Hall.. but it would still cause some damage.

Eve turned back towards Mikami and brought a large claw up to her lips, "This will be our little secret, alright?"

His eyes widened in alarm as he witnessed her transformation. Mikami would have taken several steps back if not for the fact that he was frozen in shock. It was not everyday that one witnessed the transformation of someone they were fond of.

The prosecutor would have turned if he was anyone else. Mikami Teru was someone who accepted, and like how he has accepted the existence of the Death Note and Shinigami, as well as the existence of a place like the City, he accepted Eve.

He knew he had nothing to fear from her. No matter how she changed, she was still Eve and the Eve he knew would not harm him. He chose to trust in her.

Regaining some of his composure, Mikami kept silent, turning his attention to the place. At first, there was nothing. Then he heard the screams. It slowly grew in volume as more and more joined in. He took a sharp intake of breath as the first of the patrons ran out, the burning smell of flesh stung his nostrils and the sight of people turning into mucous goo was sobering indeed.

They are not righteous.

They are evil.

They deserve to be eliminated.

He could not help but to look at her in awe. Mikami gave a rare smile, the feeling was different from his usual smiles. It bordered between fanatical and pure glee.

“This will be our little secret.”

[ooc; aka the fanboy smile of worship XD]

Eve was quite satisfied with the outcome. Most, if not all, people would run away from her and call her a freak. She didn't mind, but it was very pleasing to see someone who was comfortable around her and enjoy her powers.

"I can also mutate animals, but we'll leave that for another day. Shall we go back to the opera house or.. cause some more havoc?"

The prosecutor looked up at her. Mutating animals? He was morbidly curious as to what that would do.

He would take Eve up on her offer, but he remembered her schedule. “I will leave the decision up to you, Eve… though I remember you mentioning that you need to give someone piano lessons.”

Then, he remembered he forgot to tell her some other thing the Death Note could do. He knew he should not, but…

“The Death Note could also kill with other methods as well.”

[ooc; It is up to you to continue or end it here, dearie \o/ I am fine with anything~]

Eve blinked, her expression changing, "I completely forgot.. Thank you for reminding me. I should probably get going then. I'm sorry your visit had to be cut so short."

She was interested about the other methods, but it would have to wait until next time.

“It is alright, I was the one who wanted to come over for a visit… and allow me to walk you back.”

It was a silly thing to say. Eve could probably make her way back to the Opera House safely with or without him, but Mikami would never allow a lady that he is acquainted with to walk around unattended, especially in an area like the Underground.

A slight smile pulled at his lips. Eve was probably the only other person in the City that Mikami smiled so much for.

“We shall just leave it for the next time.”

"Thank you, dear." Eve smiled as well, taking a moment to transform back into her human form. She patted out her tattered dress, trying to make it look somewhat decent.

"I look forward to our next get together."

"As will I."

[ooc; shortest tag evah! \o/ and sorry for not poking you these days, but work has been killing me >.>;;;]

When they reached the Opera House, Eve smiled and thanked Mikami again for the visit and outting, then turned and entered the building. She needed to get ready for Autor's piano lessons.

And she wouldn't speak a word of what went on during that visit to anyone. &hearts

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