Hey, teB here! I'm so excited about this story! Just a warning though, it may be riddled with lyrics, but only where it fits. I have my best friend to thank for helping me out with the summary, Ambie-Lee-Smiley-Chanx3 (Thankyou Amber :3) and Blood On The Dance Floor's lyrics actually gave me the title from their song "I'ma monster"!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note in any way because I'm not the humans who created it! (Because I'm not human! Mwahahah)
I do not own any of the songs used unless I state that I wrote them… But I really can't write songs for crap, anyway so I wouldn't be expecting anything like that, if I were you!
Songs used are:
"Thick" by Tonic,
"Break My Fall" by Breaking Benjamin.
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Time Table
Period One: Advanced English, room 42
Period Two: Advanced Arithmetic's, room 88
Period Three: Creative Writing, 27
17 year old Light Yagami scrunched his eyebrows together as confusion marred his features. "Wait- I didn't choose 'Creative Writing' as a subject, this year…" He murmured, before neatly folding his new time table and placing it inside his pocket.
He'd only arrived here about five minutes before, so that gave him plenty of time to go and sort it out with his year adviser and change that subject to something else – perhaps to advanced science?
'Creative Writing' was basically story-writing and poetry; despite the ease and flow he could string words together to make even the ugliest sounding word sound beautiful, he wasn't interested. It was a subject for slackers, he believed, and Light Yagami was no slacker; he knew that for sure.
He forced himself not to grumble about it or even let a single sign of annoyance flash in his expression, even for the shortest of seconds. He didn't want to be bothered by people stopping him to ask him what the matter was, like people usually did if he accidently let his calm composure slip – mostly when he felt like tearing someone's head off. It was a pain he didn't need, but it wasn't his fault that he was so known and loved within the campus of his school grounds by everybody who attended. They were just drawn to him without reason, or that's what he liked to tell people at least.
Light Yagami took very good care of his appearance - spending an hour and a half every morning showering with hot soapy water, styling his hair, and checking his complexion to make sure it was clear and healthily coloured. Sometimes he even plucked away any stray hairs around his eyebrows to make sure they had that perfect arch that never failed to bring his eyes out – making them look wider and more innocent. If all of that meant getting up earlier than most of those who lived in his area, then it was worth it- at least for all the attention he got at school from both girls and boys!
He gently knocked on the hard, wooden, dark purple door of the teacher's staffroom, making sure the noise wasn't too loud or too quiet. Momentarily as he waited patiently outside the door, the door opened wide with a teacher holding a steaming cup of coffee.
"Ah, Yagami-san!" She greeted with a smile. Light fake-smiled at her just to be polite.
"Good morning, Sanami-sensei." He greeted back, only to receive a wider grin from the thin, bony teacher.
After a few prolonged seconds of an awkward silence whilst being stared at by a doting teacher, Light cleared his throat. "Is the year advisor in?" He asked, breaking Sanami-sensei out of her blank-trance.
"Oh, yes, of course!"
Seconds later, another teacher appeared by the doorway. "Ah, Yagami-Kun!" He greeted.
"Matsuda-sensei," Light nodded as he pulled his time-table from his pocket and carefully unfolding it to show him his problem. "There seems to have been a mistake with my time-table. I've been enrolled into the 'Creative Writing' class by accident when I chose another class, instead."
Matsuda reached over for Light's timetable and he handed it to him more than willingly. The teacher studied the small-print on the sheet of paper and nodded. "Yeah, you've definitely got it." An awkward chuckle riveted out of him before his dark eyes darted over the student with a tight smile. "Well, we can't really change it because that would be a bit of an inconvenience. We'd need to make a completely new time table for you and possibly even change over your other classes because most of the ones on here clash with the ones that aren't. That would mean that instead of Advanced English, you'd be moved down to General and with Arithmetic's… I think that may be on the same line as Applied Mathmatics – that subject doesn't actually give you credit for your ATAR, unfortunately."
ATAR was your general score points that can get you into university if the numbers were high enough and Light wanted more than anything to get into a good college after highschool.
The teen resisted the urge to twitch his eye as frustration suddenly slithered its way inside of him and tightened around his head. He knew that a vein in his temple was swelling prominently and he was glad that his hair was long enough to hide it. He took a deep breath to calm his composure.
"So there isn't any other way…?" He grasped for that last card in his stack almost pathetically but he tried not to let it show.
"I'm sorry, Yagami-kun. Creative Writing isn't actually that bad – I should know, I teach it, and it does add to your ATAR. It's your best bet and it's a lot of fun, too!"
Yeah, you would know. The teen growled in his mind. I bet it's a lot of fun with a bumbling idiot such as yourself. He sighed and let a smile crawl across his lips. "Oh, alright. I never said it'd be bad, I was just hoping that this year I could try science out, is all."
Matsuda grinned widely at him. "Oh science? Pfft, who needs it!" He laughed. "Maybe you'll get it next year?"
Next year he was graduating year twelve and he couldn't wait until he did. Already he was sick of the immature idiots that attended Daikoko Academy (Private school, of course) and couldn't wait to start at the university he'd been intending to go to – To-Oh Uni. Maybe the people there aren't so foolish, such as this guy was. But, he needed to deal with these people for two more years and then he was out of there forever.
Light had spent the day in dread as another hour came, followed by another and then another, until the time came where he now had to attend the 'Creative Writing' class. He really didn't want to go, but he was definitely not going to ditch it. That would blemish his perfect school-attendance record. He was going to stick it out like a man, he decided.
But hell, maybe he was putting up all this fuss for nothing? Maybe Matsuda was right (for once) – creative writing might not be that bad?
He stood by the doorway of the classroom, taking a breath before pushing the door open. It's not going to be that bad! His thoughts whirred, mentally preparing himself for the worst.
The door swung open with a loud creak which put a crack in the silent atmosphere and every student in the room turned their heads and stared at him. Students that were covered in piercings, tattoos, and some people who's hair was dyed in ridiculous colours that were against the school's regulations, all cracked grins when they caught sight of 'Mr. Popular', probably entering the wrong classroom. Light felt a bead of sweat form on his forehead as he scanned through the seats, finding about 4 empty ones towards the back and one at the front and then skimmed his eyes around, looking for at least one person in his group of 'friends' (not that they really were his friends) but there was nobody.
He immediately slammed shut the door, and leaned against it in the cool hallway, taking a deep breath. This cannot be the right classroom! Quickly, he tore his timetable out of his pocket and pulled it open.
Period Three: Creative Writing, room 27
He stepped back from the door, turning around as he did and layed his eyes upon the golden number nailed on the light blue painted door.
27
"Oh shit." He cursed.
"Ah, Light-kun!" A voice called out cheerily as it echoed down the long stretch of the hallway.
The teen turned in the direction the voice came from to see Matsuda waving at him frantically. The teen inwardly groaned as the man approached him.
"I'm not too late, am I?" He fumbled a large, heavy looking folder around in his arms, somehow managing to pull his sleeve down to check his watch.
"No, I just got here. Everyone else is inside." Light noticed he sounded more grudging then what he wanted to make clear, but felt slightly relieved when he realised Matsuda obviously hadn't noticed when he grinned at him.
"Would you mind opening the door for me?" He asked.
So without word, Light pulled it open only to get glances from everyone in the classroom, again. They were all a bunch of feral looking kids and he didn't want to risk sitting in the front row with his back turned to the bunch – he'd be completely vulnerable and wouldn't know what's coming. The safer option would be to sit at the back. He'd be able to duck in time if someone decides it's a good idea to start shooting spitballs at him. Yes, these type of people were that immature.
Matsuda greeted the class as he sat at the front desk the very same time Light shifted to the back corner to find a battered table covered in knife carvings of names nobody cares about and certain words he barely knew existed. What were these animals? Public school kids?
"Good morni- er, afternoon, class. My name is Matsuda and I'm going to be your teacher for this year!" He dropped his folder on the table with a loud thud. "So, I've introduced myself, how about the rest of you have a turn?" He smirked at the class as a thunder of groans echoed inside the small room. He already knew most of their names and faces anyway, and they knew him, too.
The teacher eyed around the room and stopped in the very same corner that Light had been seated in.
No! Not me, these people already know who I am! Light slammed his head on the desk which echoed out a small thud and placed his hands on top.
"How about you?" Matsuda continued.
There was a screech that creaked out from the bottom of the seat of the guy in front of him before a cool brush of air met his way.
"My name is Mikami. Mikami Teru." A voice greeted and immediately Light shot his head up from the cold table. He knew that name from somewhere, he was sure.
There was a teen towering above him with long, jet black hair and broad shoulders, Light noted as those were the only features he could see of his, from behind.
"Do you have any hobbies, Mikami-Kun? Is it ok if I say 'kun'?"
"Of course." The boy replied a bit stiffly. "My hobbies consist of studying, playing chess and writing poetry."
A few of the kids from a few desks over snickered loudly. Mikami didn't even bother to spare them a glance… Hunh. That's kind of… mature…. Note; Kind of.
"Uh, Mikami-kun, studying isn't actually a hobby… Do you play any instruments? I play bass guitar…." Matsuda supplied.
Mikami's fists clenched. "Well, I treat studying like a hobby." More sniggers and giggles. "May I sit now?" Without even waiting for an answer, he sat down anyway.
Matsuda frowned and left his eyes from the glaring teenager before landing them upon a blonde girl sitting by the window staring at the sky. "How about you? I've never seen you here, before…."
The girl glanced at him with large, clear blue eyes which nearly seemed unnatural. They were rimmed with thick black eye-pencil and her hair was a pale sort of blonde that in the right light, it could nearly be white. It didn't help with how pallid her skin was looking, but it could most likely have been makeup. She smiled sweetly at him with ruby red lips before sliding out of her seat. Her school shirt had two undone buttons which revealed a black collar around her neck and a bit of cleavage. Her school tie was lazily done and she was missing her blazer.
Matsuda nearly seemed to be drooling because of her hotness, and everybody knew it. Before she realised why he completely went blank once his eyes landed upon her, he managed to snap out of it. I must not do that again! She's a student! He could have smacked that heavy folder on his desk across his face.
"My name is Amane Misa. I play the drums and I've been drumming since I was eleven."
"Hello, Amane-chan! Welcome to the academy!"
She gave him an odd look by knitting her fine eyebrows close together. Matsuda nearly fainted because of how cute she looked doing – SNAP OUT OF IT, TOUTA! SHE'S A STUDENT!
"I'm not new, here!" She began to laugh gently behind her hand. "I've just spent so much time in the detention room, nearly no one knows me!"
Oh god…. Light groaned. He didn't know half the people in here because they were all regulars in the detention room as well, and he really did not want to mix with these people! They were bad news – what would the 'popular' group think if they saw him with these people? What would his father think? No, it'd be ok. If he was seen, he could talk his way out of it, he's got the skills to do that! And no one can resist his charm – he's hot and he knows it – he's charismatic – everybody loves him!
"So you're a drummer? Are you in a band?" Matsuda continued politely.
"No, but I'd like to form one! So far it's only me. I need a singer – a good one, I can do backups – , an electric guitarist, a lead guitarist – but I'm good with only one guitarist for now – and a bassist!"
"I play bass!" The teacher added happily before any thought registered in his mind. SHUT UP, TOUTA! DO YOU WANT TO GET FIRED?
"Yeah… I know…" Misa sat down quietly as a blush formed across the teacher's cheeks.
Idiot. Light thought. Do you want to get fired? He could tell that Matsuda was fawning over her, despite her being an underage student. What a fool.
"Uh, how about you, Yagami-kun, introduce yourself!" He quickly snapped as the sound of nervousness became prominent within his speech.
No need. You've done it for me, you retard. Light got up anyway. "My name is Yagami Light. I was put into this class by mistake, but I've decided that I want to try it out anyway." He lied. "My hobbies include playing sports such as tennis and soccer in my free time. I love reading mystery novels, but I normally figure out who the bad guy is before the book finishes anyway." He paused in wait for a chuckle or a laugh, but there was dead silence. He sat down awkwardly. His friends in the 'popular' group always laughed at all of his jokes….
The class felt like it dragged on forever. Light spent most of his time counting the scratches and deep gashes that were gouged into the table. There was no point in even attempting his work because, well… It wasn't work. They were simple exercises that were supposed to help him learn about himself – his personality, his character flaws, whatever. It was ridiculous.
This really was a slacker class.
When the bell finally rang, Light immediately got up, packing up whatever few items he needed for that pathetic excuse of a class inside of his bag and he made a move to be the first out of the door, but as he tried, he was shoved around by the other students with ridiculously coloured hair and excessive piercings!
The archway soon cleared with only a few more students still in the room. Matsuda, naturally, was supposed to be the last to leave so he, too, was still in there. As Light was making his way through the doorway, he felt somebody grab onto his shoulder. He suddenly pulled himself back and turned around to see that short blonde girl that Matsuda was drooling over at the start of class.
"Yagami-san, right?" She started.
Light nodded. "Amane-san, right?" Of course that was right. Light remembered everyone's names and faces – he never forgot anything.
"I just wanted to tell you that you have a nice voice. Are you a singer?" She asked.
She was trying to recruit him to that stupid band she mentioned before, he knew it. "Oh, me? No, I don't." He (fake) laughed. All he really wanted to do was leave.
Misa smiled back at him, buying that laugh like it was candy. "Oh, well you got me fooled."
Oh, if only you knew the irony of that statement…. If only….. Light bit back a smirk.
"Sorry about that, I know you're looking for band members and everything but if I could sing, I'd love to join…" That was a lie. He wasn't actually that bad of a singer – he'd won several karaoke contests before in the past – but he wouldn't join her band even if his life depended on it.
Misa's lips thinned into a ruby red line as she continued to stare at him. "I bet you can sing. You just don't want to join."
Fuck. Go AWAY! "No, I'm being honest, I really cannot sing! I sound like a drowning cat!"
"Right, whatever you say, liar. I'm watching you, though." With a slight smile, she left the classroom.
"She's cute, isn't she?" Matsuda giggled.
Light twitched his left eye before turning around. "Yeah, kinda, but she's not my type. She dresses like she wants to get laid." And with that, he left, not even noticing the sudden dark red blush that adorned his teacher's cheeks.
When he got home, the first thing he did was drop his bag on the floor and sit at his desk seat, leaning back and closing his eyes with a sigh. Such a long day…. After a few moments, he pulled out his study notebook and turned the radio on, listening to the song that played on a low volume:
"My love, she dreams
And she sleeps with broken faces inside
Cold water, runs deep
When she sleeps with broken faces"
The music genre was rock and the sounds of guitars and bass and the soft singing voice hummed on as Light flicked open the pages of his notebook, finding a few things written down for algebra, some for modern history and some for advanced English. Some of the notes were mixed with those from last year, but the book was still fairly new.
Light tapped his fingers along to the tune against his desk. He was glad that he could have this evening to himself, listening to the type of music he secretly loved. If his 'friends' found out that anybody in their group liked this type of music, they'd exclude that person and make him or her hang out with the metalheads', the loners or the losers.
Heh, they'd love to be in his company.
Light smirked to himself. Most of those 'popular' people wouldn't even be 'popular' if it weren't for him. He was too good looking to be kicked out, anyway. They all loved him and all the girls wanted to date him even though they knew he was taken.
Kiyomi Takada was his steady girlfriend and they'd been dating for about three months. He wasn't really that serious about the relationship – in fact he didn't really like her that much. He wasn't sure if she actually liked him, either. She was too refined to show any emotion like that in public, which was pretty much the only thing about her that Light didn't mind. But Kiyomi was too much like Light, personality-wise. She was smart and good looking. She was the most popular girl at school and all the boys fawned over her. She didn't think much about people who weren't at her level of intelligence and she believed that Light was on the same level as her so he was worth talking to, but she was wrong.
Light believed he was one hundred times smarter than her and frankly, he actually was.
Both of them knew that they were using each other – it was something they'd wordlessly established before they even got hitched! But neither of the teens really cared.
The song on the radio finished two minutes later.
"And that was called "Thick" by the band Justice!"
"What a great song! That L guy – he's such a talent! It's amazing how he's become so famous overnight!"
"L's the singer, yeah?"
"Yeah. I heard that Justice is already working on a second album!"
"Are you serious? I'm already getting excited!"
"Me too!
Up next, we have-"
-.-.-
L turned the his amplifier off with a sleepy yawn. He leaned back against the couch, cradling his 'baby' – his glossy black and white electric guitar – in his arms.
"I'm tired." He complained. "Can't we just practice tomorrow, Mello?"
"No! We're recording the first song of our new album in two days and there's just this one bit I'm having trouble with! I need to learn how to do it properly!" He grumbled as he began to pluck a few notes on his pure black bass guitar. The heavy rhythm poured out of his amp smoothly and evenly. His pace quickened as he danced his index finger and middle finger across the four strings with ease.
"Fuck. I fucked it up again! FUCK."
"It sounds fine." L rolled his dark, glassy eyes and shifted positions. "Say, where's everyone else?"
"They've gone home. They're sick of hearing me swearing my head off because I'm not capable of fucking doing this!"
"What song are you trying to learn?"
"FUCK!" Mello screamed in rage, nearly flinging his guitar at the wall.
"What is it now?"
"I'm so shit that you can't even tell what fucking song I'm playing!"
"Play that tune again and I'll figure it out." L offered boredly, as he got up to place his guitar on his stand before flopping back down on the couch, lazily.
The gorgeous sound of Mello's bass guitar drowned him in heaven as he plucked away like an angel sitting on a cloud.
"It's Break My Fall isn't it?" He guessed.
Mello remained silent for a moment until L finally grew tired of studying his nails. "Yeah."
"You wrote that really well, you know?" He commented.
Mello smiled at him. "Thanks."
"It's one of my favourites to sing." He continued and a few seconds later, L's loud voice exploded out of his small body – "You fought me once, but not again!"
"You let me feel your heavy hand" Mello sang along. His singing voice wasn't as strong as L's, nor as talented; his voice was a lot softer and cracked at the lower notes but neither of them let that bother them as they sang along to their song.
"I will clean your fucken' mess!"
"And leave no trace of evidence!"
Both of the men burst out in laughter as Mello placed his guitar on the stand and stretched his arms and legs soon after.
"Oh man, we're fucked when we go back in that recording studio on Friday."
"I doubt it. Even if we do make one mistake, the editors will fix it or overlook it without noticing its presence. We're too good to be 'fucked'. Besides, everybody loves us! Everybody loves our music!" L explained happily with another yawn.
Mello slid down on the couch besides his bandmate. "You're right. Our band Justice is too amazing to have mistakes, anyway."
"Mmm… Oh, by the way, I got a call from our manager this morning. She told me about some music festival going on some time at the end of the year, somewhere... She asked if Justice would like to be a part of it. They've already got a whole heap of other bands lined up that come from all over the world." L mentioned in an offhand way.
"Are you serious? We HAVE to go! We'll kick everyone's asses!" Mello grinned. "Did you accept?"
"Not yet. I thought I'd discuss it with the band, first."
"Justice would be crazy not to accept! C'mon, let's do it!"
L ignored Mello's last statement when he reached for the remote and turned the tv on, which was mounted up against the wall across the room. The volume was turned all the way up to the brink where it would have been plausible if the speakers suddenly exploded out of the set, but neither of them even noticed as L continued to flick through the channels.
"Ads. Ads. Ads. Ads- wait a minute, I know her from somewhere!" The tv flickered through different flashes with loud beeps indicating the channel changing until it stopped upon a young woman with long black hair; the length reached almost down to her lower back. She was wearing leather clothing which showed off every curve of her body and she wore almost no makeup because she was that lucky kind of person who could almost pass off as a super model without it…. Heh, bullshit. She's probably caked it on, just the cameras probably haven't picked up on it, or something.
"Isn't that Naomi Misora, the uh…. The guitarist to some new American rock band?" Mello guessed.
"Probably. Last I heard, she told me she was getting into some grungy metal or band, or something. Heh. Who would have thought grunge would become interesting, again? Especially after Kurt Cobain died…."
"Well I'm not the people saying that grunge died when Kurt Cobain did, so I'm not surprised. It had a pretty big following in the 90's…."
L remembered back when they were kids how Mello was the biggest grunge-head around – even more-so then all the teenagers that hung about.
"Mainly to Nirvana. All the other bands have nearly been forgotten about…" L yawned.
"I haven't forgotten them…."
All attention was turned back on the advertisement. She was advertising nicotine patches to help people quit smoking.
"Besides, there are cooler ways to die than smoking" Naomi smiled into the camera and the ad faded.
.-.-.
Beyond Birthday grabbed the remote and turned the volume up just as a car exploded into fiery oblivion in the movie he was watching. He was relaxing on the comfortable leather seat, hand dug in a bowl of hot popcorn. He loved the 'Fast And Furious' series and watched them constantly over and over again. His favourite happened to be 'Tokyo Drift' and that was the one that was currently on play.
As he was laughing along to the few jokes and references to 'Donkey Kong' the phone suddenly began to blare loudly, disturbing the movie. Beyond growled and reached for the remote to pause the movie.
"HEY! NAOMI! CAN YOU GET THE PHONE?" He yelled out.
"GET IT YOURSELF! YOU'RE CLOSER!" She yelled back with her words edged icily.
"I'M WATCHING TOKYO DRIFT!"
Nobody was to disturb him while he satisfied his craving for Fast and Furious, otherwise everybody would be dealing with one hell of an unhappy Beyond Birthday, and nobody liked him when he was unhappy….
Bloody lazy shit. Naomi Misora thought as she sighed and picked up the ringing phone, lit cigarette hanging from her mouth.
"What?" She answered.
"Good afternoon, this is Alex Paige speaking." Alexandra was the manager of Backup. She had great credentials and was good at her job but Beyond mainly wanted her because he liked her accent, which was Australian. Weird guy. Naomi didn't see what was so great about the accent – it was like a retarded version of the English accent, and even that was weird.
"Afternoon, Naomi Misora speaking." She greeted in a less-than-polite tone.
"I have an offer that Backup might be interested in…."
.-.
(Oh, I couldn't resist mentioning Tokyo Drift XD I've got a craving to watch it because I haven't seen it in ages!)
Well, besides that, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I know I had a heap of fun writing it!
So what'll happen next? You'll just have to wait and see! (Dun dun DUN!) *ahem*
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