This story…is my baby. I have every intention of continuing it, as I have way too many precious little blurbs pertaining to it to just drop it. My problem, however, lies in connecting the blurbs in a way that makes sense to anyone outside my head. So never fear, dear readers, (meaning, all three of you who took a chance on this,) Raito Yagami will continue being sexy and musical, Mello will continue being sexy and snarky, Matt will continue being sexy and oblivious, L will continue being sexy and strange, and Near will continue being…well, amazing, but not really very sexy. Or something. Now on with the show.
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There is a theory that musicians make the best lovers. Had you seen Raito Yagami play the piano, you would know why they say things like that. There is a passion in an artist like Yagami, a complete and utter devotion to the music. It is that passion that Wammy's School of Music looks for in its students, and it is for that reason that each summer of the school always begins with a performance by Raito Yagami. Of course, the other teachers play in the concert too, but it's undeniable who the star is. It's perfectly clear just who has the students on the edge of their collective seats.
Three students, however, are not in awe of Yagami this year. There's Mihael Keehl, slouched and smirking because he could undoubtedly do better. There's Mail Jeevas, who probably would be in awe if Zelda's theme wasn't blaring through his earbuds from his handheld game. And there's Nate River, who appreciates the music but has heard it before, heard better than it before, and thus is not impressed.
Yagami finishes, stands, and bows to thunderous applause. He exits the stage and an elderly gentleman, Mr. Wammy himself, crosses in front of the curtain once it sweeps across the stage.
"Well, I'm sure you've all enjoyed tonight's performances by all of our skilled teachers. I know that they're looking forward to working with all of you on the start of classes tomorrow and that all of you feel the same. This certainly will be an enlightening experience for all of us…"
Mr. Wammy continues his speech, but the heavy curtain muffles it for those backstage. Raito weaves through the crowd of teachers, smiling and nodding and trading quiet congratulations. He finally makes it too the far back corner, where a slight, bent man crouches on a plastic folding chair.
"Well?" Gone is the soft, warm tone he used with the rest of the staff. The man unfolds from his chair, revealing himself to be almost as tall as Raito himself, and smiles.
"It was not your best performance, Light-kun." He shrugs, turns, and slouches toward the door, Raito a step behind him. "But come. I have cake."
