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♪ — In the past month, nothing had been anywhere close to normal for Azurine Birthday. Her father and twin brother, Demitri, were both locked away in prison because of her.. because of their own actions, really, but she had been the one to call the police, so it was hard not to blame herself for the ever-drastic change. She wanted to know, desperately, if they were doing alright, but there was no sense in trying to visit them just yet.

♪ — The big problem in all of this, really, was that her home had become a crime scene. She couldn’t just.. go there, live there. The authorities thought she was staying with her aunt, but in reality, Azurine didn’t even have an aunt to stay with; she was nowhere near fit for the streets, either, and her medication was locked away at the house as well. All of this led to an uncomfortable situation made far, far worse by her own need to... to what, exactly? Prove that she could do this on her own?

♪ — A purple backpack slung over her shoulder, Azurine found herself knocking on the door of what looked like a goddamn mansion compared to her own place. According to Luna, this was her address... Poor girl, Azurine hated to bother her so soon after she’d managed to get home, away from the nightmare that was Demitri and Beyond’s abuse. Finally, the door opened to reveal Luna, looking like a thousand bucks compared to before; it honestly made Azure a little self-conscious, considering her own appearance. 

It was a nice sunny day in L.A as Misa was sitting on the outdoor porch catching some of the rays of the beautiful hot sun. The little t.v was on beside her going on about celebrity gossip. She liked hearing what people usually thought about her. Sometimes it was good and sometimes it was bad. Once she heard something she greatly disliked and thought about using the notebook against them. However that would of went against Light’s rules, and she wouldn’t want to upset him. She had a magazine in front of her and an empty glass beside her that was once full of lemonade. She couldn’t believe that she was finally living in America with Light and his daughter Luna. Everything seemed perfect. She heard the alarm go off on her phone which indicated it was time to go pick Luna up from school. She picked up the glass and magazine and placed them on the counter. She quickly put the glass in the sink before taking her keys and leaving the mansion.

Misa got into the red convertable and pulled out of the long driveway heading in the direction towards the private school. She wanted to stay cool and have her hair look nice, so she did not have the roof down. She remembered upon coming to America how long it took her to adjust living in America from Japan. Things were very different, but she loved it. She put on the radio and listened to the newest hits that artists had recently released. It was almost like she was a teenager again. 

Talking to Light was also always an exhilarating activity, his voice and mannerisms fascinated her even after all these years. If only it was her, and not L, that was his partner, that she was the one living in the same roof as him. It was a good thing they were still in contact, it wouldn’t have been fulfilling living without him. 

Kiyomi heard that irritating heel clicking that only she could possess. Luna. As long as she was still alive, they would keep each other miserable. That girl had the heart of a cold shark, and the personality of a rabid dog, dealing with her would be a chore.

“Oh, Luna, we were just talking about you. Congratulations on landing that role on that ballet.” Careful word choice. She wasn’t paying much attention to Light’s praise for his only (easy to get rid of eventually) daughter, but she had to pretend she did. 

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It had been several years since Beyond Birthday had so much as attempted to get back at Lawliet for his ‘mistakes’, but this was not for lack of desiring to do so; he’d simply been too preoccupied with settling down himself, finding a new place to call home when Los Angeles had become impossible, and regrouping so that the next attempt wasn’t in vain. During this time, he kept tabs on the other, and became more than aware of the little girl his rival had adopted shortly after marrying Light Yagami.

The years went by as they always had, and before long, that little girl had grown into a gorgeous teenager - the apple of her father’s eye, despite any wrong she had done. She was his princess and, for reasons Beyond didn’t even remotely understand, that made him not only sick to his stomach, but viciously jealous. After all he had done to get back on his feet, to beat L, and the detective still came out on top - married with a child that loved him to pieces. And what did his Backup have? Absolutely nothing to call his own.

It was this chain of thoughts, more of less, that led Beyond to kidnap the beauty that called herself Luna - something that was quite easy to do, considering her awful habit of strolling the nightlife. No sooner had she stepped into a dark spot of the road had a rag been pushed up to her face, and by the time she woke up again, she was already bound to a metal chair in the basement of a rundown apartment. Beyond sat across from her, a couple feet away, in a matching chair (apart from the ropes, of course), watching the princess intently. There was barely any light in the room, just enough to cast a glow on their faces and reveal the hateful scarlet shade of her captor’s gaze.

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The Quarter Queen had been watching the house for a while, waiting for the perfect moment. Inside was a young, beautiful, rich, little brat. A perfect opportunity for her mob to finally get the respect she felt they deserved. Waiting for the older neighbors around to go to bed, Tiffany had her muscular dogs surround the place. Unscrewing the door off it’s hinges with ease and stealth, the queen’s dogs definitely had the element of surprise on their side when the rushed in the room of the 16-year-old in silk pajamas. The staff was no match for the intimidating bunch, despite how badly they wanted to prevent the events that would follow. The dogs easily pinned down their target and held a chloroform rag to her mouth, but before they could touch her, a voice brought them to a halt.

“Keep ya dirty hands to yourself.” The sound of the 23-year-old barked her orders at her dogs from the next room. The place seemed to go quiet as the only sound that could be heard was expensive heels clicking against the floor, getting closer and closer. Blonde hair bounced with each step, gold buttons seemed to shine brighter as she approached. Finally, as heels rested next to the teen’s head, emerald eyes looked down at her, a sickening smile stretching across the older woman’s face. Kneeling down, Tiffany gently pinched the cheeks of the girl who had to be clinging onto to consciousness at this point.

“Don’t worry princess, it’ll all be over soon~ Just sit back, relax, and sleep for now~” With a giggle, Tiffany stood again, looking over at the vanity mirror surrounded by makeup. As her dogs carried the unconscious girl to the getaway car and stuffed her in the trunk, their queen wrote a ransom note on the mirror with a very expensive tube of lipstick. “Huh, not a bad color~” To rub salt in the wound, Tiffany stuffed the lipstick in her bra and blew a kiss to the security cameras in the home as she walked out. She knew the cops would be there soon, so her dogs were only allowed a few short minutes to grab what they could before having to run.

Once the teenager gained consciousness again, she would find herself tied to a chair, dressed in a trash bag, with the blonde queen of the malfia sitting across from her on her throne.

If one wants to find Ayana Sekibo, not that anyone ever really does, they wouldn’t have to look very hard. Sure, they’d have to scour the bars all over Queens for a bit, but eventually they’d find her, plopped in a bar stool with her shoes propped on the bar, having a light argument with a different person every time. If one truly is ever searching out for Ayana, they’d go through every bar in Queens first, and then they’d go to her crappy apartment where one will find her crappier roommate probably playing some shitty first person shooter.

However, the only people that seem interested in finding Ayana Sekibo these days are people who want to lose a couple teeth, or people who want their money back. Unfortunately. Ayana is getting a bit bored with the lack of variety of the people come looking for her. No one looking for her ever says, ‘Ayotunde Opeyemi Sekibo, you’re under arrest for being an illegal species without government papers on it.”

Thus, here Ayana is. Sitting in Dutch Kills on a bar stool closest to the door- in case she is legitimately about to be arrested- heels kicked up on the bar. She’s having a light argument with the man next to her about politics, which is something she really doesn’t want to be arguing about at home, much less at a bar. She just couldn’t keep her mouth shut when the man started drunkenly rambling about how life would be that much easier if politics just didn’t exist. Being nine fucking thousand years old, Ayana knows this as false.

Yet, she can’t bring that up. Instead she keeps lightly and happily arguing, no true expression to her face except raised eyebrows and a small quirk of a smile.

She abruptly cuts off the argument once she has enough of the man, taking her heels off the bar and standing, grabbing her drink, and simply walking off. She can be a big person and realize when she’s won an argument instead of simply talking in circles around someone. She shouldn’t be wasting her time when she’s in a place of opportunity, a place full of hot, and possibly single people just waiting for someone to use a shitty pick up line on them.

It doesn’t take her long to scout out a person of interest from the corner of her eye, just looking all lonely sitting by their lonesome. And she finds herself making her way to said person, plopping down across from them and downing the rest of her drink. She genuinely  hopes the lady now in front of her isn’t just a fishy drag queen, she really doesn’t want to accidentally hit on a gay man tonight.

“Do you believe in-” She giggles, not able to take the pickup line seriously, brown eyes alight with mirth. “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?” Accompanied with an impish grin and another giggle, she settles herself down in the seat, looking very much pleased with herself, just drinking in the sight of the other.

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