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diana may
✈︎tokyo, jp
THURSDAY
7:23 P.M.⤶
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"So Ms. May, I understand you have some of the same classes as Mr. Yagami?" Questioned the man with a deformed hairline sitting across from Diana.
"Yes. Can I go now?"
"Not yet, I'd just like to ask you a few questions. How much do you know about him?"
"Literally nothing, except that he's dating a clingy model and his dad's a cop, which is why I usually try to avoid him. Now can I go?"
"Mogi, I don't think we'll get far with her. Just let her go." Said the man's partner.
"I agree." Diana inserted.
Letting out a deep sigh and leaning back in his chair, "Mogi" gestured that it was okay for her to leave. Diana quickly gathered her things into her briefcase and chugged her coffee, then ran out the door of the cafe before they could change their mind.
"That was weird. What do you think they wanted?" Diana asked, looking up at her shinigami, Uchawi.
"Remember to cover your mouth when you talk to me, so nobody can tell. And talk quietly, you're gonna give yourself away."
"Right," Diana rolled her eyes. "But you didn't answer my question. Light always seems so innocent and focused when it comes to school, I can't imagine why the police would be suspicious of him. And I'm pretty sure his father's a cop too."
"I forget how many powers you humans lack sometimes," Uchawi said, laughing hysterically.
"Mmmcht, don't be weird," Diana said. She pulled out her flip phone and dialed her boyfriend's number, and it went straight to voicemail.
"Fuck." She mumbled under her breath. "I guess we're stuck here, Uchi."
"Don't call me that!"
(translation pun: in swahili, uchawi means "occult", and in japanese, uchi can loosely be translated to "big sister".)
"Mmmhmm. Anyways, I don't suppose you have a magical way of getting us a ride?"
"Of course not. I'm a shinigami, not a genie."
"The sass was unnecessary, but okay," Diana said, right as it started to rain. "See? Now God's crying because of your bad vibes."
"Who else can you call?" Uchawi asked, ignoring what Diana just said.
"Ummm, nobody. I'm not even from around here, remember? I just came to Japan for college."
"I guess we'll have to find a bus stop then," Uchawi said, gesturing for Diana to follow her. Reaching into her briefcase, Diana took out her iPod and played Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timbaland in her earbuds.
"Here's the bus stop," Uchawi said after a long, silent walk. "You have money right?"
"Of course. I had a client last night who gave me double of what I asked him." Diana said, reaching into her bag.
"Pathetic," Uchawi mumbled.
"I heard that."
Diana tipped the driver extra, then proceeded to go to the back of the bus.
"I know Rosa Parks didn't risk her life just for you to-"
"Hush, Uchawi. I can't talk to you with so many people around." Diana said, cutting her off.
"Your name's Diana, right?" A voice said, causing Diana to turn around in her seat.
"Yep, that's me!" She said in a higher-pitched voice, causing Uchawi to roll her eyes. "You must be Light, I sit next to you in our psychology class."
"I thought it was you," Light said, scratching his head, "but what are you doing out here so late, and by yourself?"
Technically, I'm not alone, Diana thought. "I could ask you the same question. I just got back from a cafe, I was meeting up with some... old friends. You?"
"I guess you could say I was on a date."
"Was it with Ms. Amane? I'm such a big fan of her, you're so lucky to have her as your girlfriend!" Diana squealed, causing Uchawi to laugh at the personality change and blatant lies.
Diana secretly disliked the magazines that Misa appeared in because they all seemed to promote eating disorders, but if she spoke out about it, people here would think she's strange. She was already a Black woman with a questionable (and illegal) job in a foreign country, she didn't wanna make more problems for herself.
"I hear that a lot," Light said, chuckling. "My stop's coming up soon, but it was nice to talk to you. I'll see you tomorrow in class?"
"I'll see you then! Actually, can I have your phone number? I've been struggling on that essay. For some reason, writing Japanese grammar isn't flowing for me the way I want it to."
"Of course." He said, inserting his number into Diana's phone. "Call me when you need help."
"Okay, bye!" Diana said, waving him off.
"And the Oscar goes to..." Uchawi said, monotonously.
"Thank you, thank you. I'd like to thank my parents for having sex, and my shinigami for supporting me." Diana played along, pretending to tear up.
The pair then sat in silence for the rest of the ride.
"Diana, did you bring the death note with you?" Uchawi asked as she followed Diana off the bus.
"Nope." She answered, popping the p.
"Didn't I tell you not to leave it at home?"
"Relax, relax. I left it in my lingerie drawer in my room, my roommate would never find it. She's not the nosy type anyways."
thoughts? lemme know what y'all think.
this is my first time writing a fanfic, so any and all feedback is appreciated!
