L had just recently started up another case for his own amusement. It surrounded a certain family in Japan that was believed to have ties with the Yakuza, though it was only speculation at this point. It had been a good distraction from the Kira case, though, so L had needed to rely on more... drastic measures. 

The kidnapping itself had been quite easy, actually. He took the one that seemed more out of touch with the rest of the family-the one that most seemed to despise for some reason. If anyone would give up whatever secrets the house had, it would be Kyo Sohma. 

Jack was walking around town, hiding his ears under a large hat. He’d run away from his previous Master’s home, and he had been living on the streets ever since. He’d hidden in back alleys, and he was starting to look the part of homeless. He’d managed to find some old clothes, but they were starting to tear and were a bit big for his body.

Living on the streets wasn’t terrible, but he was going to have to find something good to eat soon, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to survive much longer.

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Hatusuharu felt like crap...not that he would tell anyone. He didn’t want to worry anyone, especially not people who would fuss to much over him like Yuki or Tohru.

The ox was slowly making his way home from school with his eyes glued to the ground when he bumped into someone. He should’ve recognized who it was by the shoes or the bottom of the pants but he was too out of it to notice.

“Oh sorry.” The teenager mumbled.

Our muses are having an argument and things are getting physical and heated. Send me ‘ϟ’ for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly pushing them into the wall aggressively and kissing them.

What the Hell? Hatsuharu thought, he was expecting to be punched by Kyou not kissed by him. The surprise sent his mind into a fog and he went black.

“Wow. I would’ve expected such of Yuki, but from you, you stupid cat this is surprising. I never would’ve thought you liked me this way.”

Jade didn’t think to step aside, nobody saw her after all. She was invisible, a ghost. Not saying that people had walked through her, not yet, she’d dutifully stayed out of everyones way, terrified of the stories her father had told her.

She was just tired tonight, things seemed to build up with her, she stayed loyal to Pitch, despite him treating her like trash, and when she got too irate she walked.