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09 Mastery Misled

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Y/N's POV

Through these experiments, I have come to know the limits of the death note's reach. I trace my finger over the page, reading the words meant to bend Atsushi's trust, meant to have him glance over his shoulder at those beside him. The name I gleaned from Naomi. But I see it now, if a thought isn't already there, if doubt isn't stirring within, I can't force it into being. They can walk, they can turn their heads, follow paths I set before them but not their thoughts. It's a strange boundary if you ask me.

As for the results of my experiments, I pay little mind to those who try to stop me, at least for now— whether it's detectives, police, or anyone else. Their instincts push them to uncover secrets within the strange symbols and messages I leave behind, but in reality they mean nothing. Just random marks with no meaning. After all, humans are blinded by their own need to understand.

But that day, the day the brunette stranger followed me. I knew, with an unsettling certainty  that he harbored a thought.

If he was bold enough to follow me, then there must be others  too. the same need to know.

Thinking about it is enough to make me sigh out in annoyance, but boredom claws at my mind and anything, is better than the dull ache of nothingness. well at least it's something to occupy me.

"I guess its time for the plan" I murmur, my gaze shifts to the laptop in front of me. I open another tab. My fingers hover over the keys as I recall the news I saw yesterday, a failed robbery. the thief barely escaping with nothing but freedom he doesn't deserve.

Do you see it now?

As I'm about to write the name, a voice calls out from the other room "Y/N! Can you go buy the groceries for me sweetie?"

I stop, fingers frozen above the keyboard. At this hour?

But then again, maybe this walk will be good for me. A late night stroll beneath the open sky might help clear my head. After all, a fresh mind makes for a sharper strategy isn't it?

"Alright, Mum!" I say, my voice steady as if the decision is already made. I close the laptop, the glow of the screen fading.

The night air is cool, brushing against my skin as I step outside the quiet streets stretching before me. The sky is dotted with stars. The moon hangs low, casting a pale glow across the city. Its light touches everything gently, like the faintest brush of a lover's hand you might say. In the silence, my thoughts feel clearer and easier to follow. Each step I take seems to slow the world down. Even at this hour, I feel wide awake.

But what I didn't expect to pull me away from the beauty of the night was the sound of footsteps echoing behind me. Did I attract too much unwanted attention? I have always been careful and calculated. Never too noticeable, never too rash. Yet here I am, the unmistakable sensation of being followed, for the second time.

It's giving deja vu.

I didn't panic, just surprised at being followed at this hour. Whoevers behind me, its clear they have been waiting for who knows how long. If this was some random tail, they wouldn't have known I would be stepping out for groceries this late, just because my mum asked. This has been planned.

I head to the grocery store as if nothing changed, I let myself think of it as having a companion on this night errand. I need a good look at their face, every piece of them that I can take in. And their name.. that's the key, the thing I will have to work hard to pull into my reach. I know it wont come easy.