Death Note: Incognito

118 - Remorse

May 22nd

Over a week had passed since the cameras were installed in Noriko's room. Besides the bed moving by itself, nothing out of the ordinary had been happening. Noriko seemed as though she was a regular, bubbly college student. She attended her classes, did extremely well in them, and contained a social life. It appeared Noriko had a deep relationship with her boyfriend as well.

"Noriko, hurry up! You'll be late for class!" The boyfriend teased.

"Honestly, Kuro, have I ever been late to class?"

"Good point."

The two walked together, holding their hands tightly. Smiles were etched deep into their face, paying no attention that they had less than a minute to get to class. "Bye, bye, sweetheart." Kuro kissed Noriko on the cheek, running to his class as fast as he could.

Noriko shrugged her shoulders. I don't have a class today. That prick doesn't even know my schedule. She kicked at the ground as she walked to the school's local food shoppe.

As she walked in, she noticed a young, attractive male sitting by the counter. I'll dump Kuro for this man. Pulling out her smartphone, she clicked on Kuro's contact and sent, "We're over" to the boy.

Carefully deciding a plan, Noriko sat far away from her newly-found love. When the waitress came over, Noriko ordered in her most sexy, appealing voice. "I'll have a lemonade, and a baguette. Please, ma'am."

She heard the man laugh from his seat. He was reading a newspaper. perhaps that was what he was laughing at?

"I think she's trying to flirt with you, Yamamoto." Aizawa spoke into the headset.

"Don't laugh, that could blow your cover."

A waitress wearing a short, beautiful maid outfit brought Noriko her order. She carefully dug into the meal, exaggerating every bite she took. He'll die over my beauty. She winked in his direction.

Near whispered into his earpiece. "Yamamoto, go over to Noriko."

Yamamoto stood up, brushing off his hip clothes. He stood up straight, trying to impress the woman. Holding his coffee cup with him, he took one bold step into Noriko's game. "May I sit with you, miss?"

She nodded, slightly biting her lip in a sexy way. "How do you do?"

"I'm rather well, you?"

"Oh, don't bother with little old me," She looked at him, a small tear in her eye. "My boyfriend just broke up with me."

Yamamoto gave Noriko a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. Hey, there are plenty of fish in the sea."

"That, my new friend, you are right on." She let the tear escape her eye.

"She's faking it, but comfort her." Ide told Yamamoto through the earbud.

He reached across the table to pat her shoulder. "There, there. It'll be alright."

"Thank you." She turned her head. "I think it's odd for us not to know each other's names." Her long, straight, brown hair distracted Yamamoto. "What's your name?"

Yamamoto knew he couldn't answer with his name. "I'm Madoka. Pleasure to meet you."

She sneered. "I'm Noriko."

She's an absolute snob. She has the capacity to be Kira. Yamamoto thought. Though, how could we test this?

As if Near was reading the younger man's mind, he spoke into the earpiece. "Ask her on a date. We'll arrange the location later."