Personal Narrative Fiction

About a month later, I entered Misa and I's floor and called, "Misa! There was nothing new, so I got sent back." Surprisingly, Misa wasn't as annoying after spending so much time together, and we were actually pretty good friends by then. It wasn't something I anticipated, but L didn't see it as harmful, and neither did I. Plus, considering how little progress we were making in the investigation, it was nice to have someone so happy around.

"I'm in here, Hikari," Misa yelled from the living room. I walked in and saw she was reading a fashion magazine and had already locked the cuff on. I grabbed the other off the table and placed it around my wrist.

As I was snapping it into place, I wondered, "You said you don't have any work scheduled

"And it's a good thing, too. I'm still tired from yesterday's job. Modeling is hard work."

I laughed a little, "Yeah, I'm sure it is. And do you like baking, by any chance?"

She shrugged, "I guess. I don't cook much. Why?"

"Well, I need to bake this thing for tomorrow, and I can't unchain us just for that. So, I was wondering if you'd like to help? Even if you say no, I'd appreciate it if you just stayed in the kitchen so I could make it. Please?" I asked.

"That doesn't sound too bad. I'll help," she agreed, standing up. I thanked her before we went off to the kitchen. She sat at the island in the middle of the area as I started pulling out the ingredients. She asked, "So, what are you making? And what's so special about tomorrow?" I cringed. I was really hoping I could somehow get away with not telling her, even though the odds weren't in my favor.

I hesitated, "Oh, tomorrow? Well, um… it's my birthday. I'll be twenty-two."

She gasped, "Really? I had no idea! Why didn't you tell me

You, Ryuzaki, and Watari are the only ones who know, so please don't tell anyone else."

"Yeah, of course! So, are you making a cake?" Misa wondered.

I shook my head, "No, I don't like doing that. We're always eating cake, so I make brownies whenever it's one of our birthdays or if Ryuzaki solves a case."

"Wait. Why are these in bags?"

I grabbed the last ingredient and answered, "Well, I have this special recipe for them that Ryuzaki is obsessed with," I took the index card out of my pocket and showed her, "but I refuse to let him know what it is. I have to put the ingredients in unmarked bags so he won't know, but I do. I've made it enough times by now."

"Oh, is it your mother's recipe or something?"

"No, but she was like a mother. My parents died in a car crash when I was a baby. I've been an orphan since then." When I saw how sad she looked for me, obviously feeling empathy because she lost her parents, I rushed, "Oh, it's okay! I don't really miss them because I never knew them, as bad as it sounds. Plus, if that hadn't happened, I wouldn't have met Ryuzaki and started working with him. I'm not sad about it at all."

"That's a nice way of looking at it, but I don't know. He looks like a handful to me," Misa