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The email sent out across campus confirmed that all had gone as planned.

Yuki Tanabuchi was killed by a drunk driver while she was walking back to campus one night.  The email announced a service that was to be held in her honor. Of course, I would not be going.

"That's it? An email?"

Ezerion's spindly legs were perched on the chair behind me as he read over my shoulder. Naturally, nothing I ever did would satisfy his boredom.

"Pretty much," I said, standing before throwing myself onto my bed. "The professor may say something before class starts, and perhaps a couple of girls will cry, but that will be it."

Despite my nonchalant attitude, I did feel a degree of pride in my work. Yuki's death had been totally mundane - nothing like the spectacles Azrael put on. There was no cause for anyone to question it. I was totally safe.

"So, what are you gonna do now, Little Sis?" asked the Shinigami, landing beside me. 

I raised an eyebrow at him without shifting my gaze from the ceiling. "Nothing special for a while. If I kill people all the time, I'm bound to get caught." I sighed, prepared for Ezerion's nagging.

He didn't disappoint. "What, don't you want to kill more of them? The scumbags who talk about you behind your back."

"If I did, someone would notice for sure. I'm not going to risk it," I said, curling up into a ball. Childish though it may have been, I missed my stuffed animals. Maybe I would go buy something to cuddle some time soon. Ezerion certainly wouldn't do. 

"Boring as always, Little Sis. Wonder what that other guy is up to."

I snatched the remote control from my bed stand, turning on the TV and perusing the channels. These days, there was grim news more often than not.
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