Teru Mikami ~14~ Rejection [Text]

[inordertobelieve]

[Filtered away from Beyond Birthday // 98% Unhackable]

I'd appreciate if everyone ignored the network post that was made about my birthday.
Thank you very much.

Comments

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[rcklssanarchist.livejournal.com]

Spoiling the fun for him?

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[inordertobelieve]

I don't appreciate if he has his fun at my expense.

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[rcklssanarchist.livejournal.com]

I take it you don't like him too much. [Wonder where he gathered that assumption!]

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[inordertobelieve]

I'd rather not be involved with him.

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[rcklssanarchist.livejournal.com]

He wants to be involved with you, it seems. There's no winning for you on this one, is there?

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[inordertobelieve]

Probably not. Regardless, I will try and avoid him.

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[pineapple_fairy]

Well happy Birthday- it seems we are only born a day apart. What a funny little coincidence.

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[inordertobelieve]

Thank you.
Your birthday is tommorow then?

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[pineapple_fairy]

The 9th actually.

[Because only a creepy bastard like him could have his Birthday also be slang for a sexual position]

Forgive me if it seems like I am prying, but how old will you be? Just out of idle curiosity.

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[inordertobelieve]

I turned 28 today.

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[pineapple_fairy]

[Ha ha ha you're old... he won't say it... but he's thinking it.]

Really now? I'll be turning 16 myself. It's a pity we have to spend such an important day here though. I shudder to think of what the over excited young woman here, nevermind the Author, will have in store for us.

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[inordertobelieve]

Considering what I've hurt about people who left and come back, time at home passes differently than here. So there is a possibility of us experiencing our birthdays again, once we return to our worlds.

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[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

who are you?

are you a robot?

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[inordertobelieve]

No, I'm human

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[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

really?

how are you talking to me?

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[inordertobelieve]

I'm using my blackberry to type in text messages.

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[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

how come pinoko can read what's typed in your blackberry?

is this blackberry yours? are you a ghost? are you invisible?

[Video]

[inordertobelieve]

[To stop this wheel of confusion, Mikami turns on the video-feed. So, hi, Pinoko, have a serious-looking man!]

Everyone here had such a blackberry. They are connected through a network system and this way we can send messages to each other. They can be either text, voice or video.

[the2nd-kira.livejournal.com]

Then it is NOT Teru-chan's birthday?

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[inordertobelieve]

[Misa? When did she come back? Mikami is startled for a moment. There's a short pause before he replies]
It is. But I prefer not to make a big deal out of it.

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[the2nd-kira.livejournal.com]

Eh?! But why not, Teru-chan?!

We should have a party! It is a birthday!

Your birthday!

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[inordertobelieve]

It only means that I'm one year older. I'm not one to care for celebrations.

[the2nd-kira.livejournal.com]

Oh. Misa didn't know age was something sensitive to you, Teru-chan.

text; SO SORRY FOR THE LATE ;-;

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[As much as Light would have preferred not to have seen it at all, he hadn't missed B's little message. He'd been less than enthused about it, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. This place more or less destroyed any semblance of secrecy he had, that denying anything was redundant. Even at his lowest point, Light hadn't felt so frustrated, exasperated, enraged... so exposed. Paranoid. Everything he had planned for had been to avoid this goddamn feeling and now that he has experienced it? He could safely say that hated every femto-second of it.

In the relative quiet of his hotel room, however, he could almost block that feeling out. Behind a locked door, a tangible barrier of cheap plywood between the world and himself, he could almost start feeling like himself again, which is why he manages to send out the following text.]

Congratulations, Mikami-san.

[The message had been more selfish than anything else; a facade of normalcy that Light could capitalize on without scrutiny, or psychoanalysis during this week felt almost rejuvenating, rather than the tiresome affair it usually was. In any event, Light doesn't intend to respond to anything Mikami sends in return. He doesn't want a shoulder to pour out his feelings. That would be childish. Giving up. No, what Light wants is nothing short of the Author's head on a silver platter. Vengeance not self pity would keep him going during this stupidity.]

text; It's fine <3333

[inordertobelieve]

[Mikami looks at the sender quietly. God. For a moment he just sits there, breathing in and out slowly. He'd like to say something. Anything. About that whole plushie-disaster... or rather not about it. But he can't come up with anything.
It's a difficult situation. Mikami stares at the screen again.
No, saying anything would be foolish. Suspicious even.
While typing the few letters he'd respons with, Mikami wonders what Light thought at this moment. Naturally, God's thoughts were not his to understand. Still... He wished that the disgracing video had not affected him. But he was God. He was fine... hopefully.]

Thank you.
[Mikami leans back, staring at the ceiling. Somehow he feels a bit lost]