Breakfast in the kitchen wasn't nearly as much fun, now that people seemed to be vanishing left and right. Still, N persevered like a true hero, a small plate full of animal crackers and peanut butter resting on the table in front of him.

Suppertime, and N is not in a particularly good mood.  He sits on the counter in the kitchen, decidedly Mihael-less--while the blonde's attention was loved, it wasn't exactly beneficial to thinking.

He munches on more animal crackers, snapping off the head of the seahorse he was currently holding between his fingers.

It was only a matter of time, he supposed. Until this happened.

For N, it caught him as he was walking down the hallway, fresh from his feeding off of Misa for the second time. He felt alive, sated, special, on top of the fucking world. So powerful, so amazingly in control of everything, that it was almost laughable. It was beautiful, the kind of ( Read more... )

It's been several days since the crane incident with Mihael--and the aftermath that he still couldn't think about without feeling just as clueless and confused as he had when Mihael had walked out of his old room.  Old room, because obviously, he couldn't stay there anymore--not with the broken down door, and not where Mihael knew where he was.

So ( Read more... )