Chapter 1: Longing
Damn him. Damn everything about him. Mello raced down the stairs with a chocolate bar in his mouth. He was late again. It's his fault. The thought of him keeping me up all night, taunting me. He noticed the other kids trying to wave at him, but he didn't respond, he was late again.
"Welcome, class, to Saturday plus," The teacher sounded exhausted. He was wasting his Saturday teaching a set of brats. Although exhausted, he was handsome. Auburn hair lapping over his dark, cool eyes, a toned body covered by a fine suit. Surely, girls swooned over him.
"Sorry I'm late Mr. Calderone! Woah, wait, you're not Mr. Calderone." Mello rushed in, speaking through the bar of chocolate.
"No duh, I'm Mr. Yagami, but call me Light."
"What happened to Mr. Calderone?" Mr. Calderone was Mello's favorite teacher. He was really nice, and really knew how to arm wrestle.
"I don't know. I'm just a temp-sub, now take your seat, Wonka."
Near, who sat in the front row, covered his, preparing himself for what was to come.
"So, I eat chocolate, hot damn, why the hell am I Wonka, I like chocolate, shit, a lot of people do!" Mello's face was red with anger, his eyes narrowed, steely black pupils attempted to pierce the substitute through the heart.
"Fine, what do you want me to call you?" Obviously, Light didn't give a shit, or at least he looked like it.
"My name's Mello, if you forget it, I'll kill you!"
Light scoffed. "I'd like to see a shrimp like you try!"
The classroom suddenly silenced, and focused their attention to the bickering at the front.
"You've asked for it, bastard!" Mello ran over to Light, his fist held up high.
"Too slow!" Light grabbed him by the wrist, and slammed him against the chalkboard. He used his left hand to pin Mello to the board. Light held his face barely an inch away from Mello's. "Take a seat, Mello." He let him go.
Mello folded his arms. Defeated. "Che, you got lucky." And, bitterly, he went to his seat.
"Mello, I'd like to see you."
The bell just rang, but right before he escaped, Light called him back in.
"What the hell do you want, Yagami?"
"Well, I've noticed, besides you being unreasonably hostile to your authorities, you've just been looking at Near the whole class."
Mello rolled his eyes.
"Well, If you have any feelings towards this boy, perhaps some sort of relationship-"
"Stop learning life from TV, and step into the real world, Yagami. I hate Near."
Light sighed, and folded his hands on a stack of papers. "I was also contemplating that. Listen, Mello, I don't want to become your enemy, I have no intention of becoming your friend either, but-"
"Then what do you want to be, my slave or something?" Mello knew he was going to win if it was a verbal fight.
"I'll be your slave the day you beat Near in something." Ouch. Two defeats in one day.
"How do you know?" He tried not to snarl.
"I'm required to read the records of all the children before I teach. Yours was by far the most interesting," Light's calm expression quickly turned to a devious smile. "You've gotten into countless fights, said some colorful things, it even said that you wanted to be a fire-fighter when you grow up, how cute." Light pinched Mello's cheeks.
Mello slapped his hand away. "Bastard. Why don't you go back to where you came from? Mr. Calderone was actually cool."
"Me? Go back to an insane girl who thinks she's my girlfriend, to an eccentric person who thinks he's my friend, to a fellow-worker who's only good at getting coffee for people? There's nothing there for me that's interesting, the only thing I want is with me." He tried not to mention the death note, he almost did, so he directed the sentence to make it seem like it was his manly pride, or something.
"You're not going to find anything out here, it's just like this place doesn't even exist. Every day, the same goddamn routine! I can never win! I can never get my way! Every day, I just have to settle with my feelings, I can't take it anymore! I've tried to escape every way I could, getting expelled, sneaking out, suicide! They always find a way to bring me back in like nothing has changed! I bet you're lucky, family, friends, girlfriends, you've got it easy!"
Light started laughing. "I've got it easy? I have to watch my ass every day to make sure I don't screw anything up! I have to decide whether I keep someone in my life or shut them out! I've become emotionally dead! I haven't slept in weeks, it's always either do or die! If I mess one thing up, I'm dead! You still have your whole ahead of you, I don't! Kid, you're the lucky one."
No one's ever said that to me before. I never really thought it was an option, 'My whole life ahead of me', huh? You sure are a weird one, Yagami. Mello didn't say anything, he just left with a smile on his face.
Chapter 1--End
Ohmaigawd! That was actually easy to write. Lately, I've been having extremely bad writers blocks, and some how, my stories all end up almost exactly the same, so it's good to end up with variety this time.
To point out some pointless funnies:
When Light called Mello, 'Wonka', I based it off the picture I saw where Mello's head was pasted onto Willy Wonka's body.
Saturday Plus is a class meant for the more gifted students to do some extremely hard work. (I made it up, though.)
I don't know anyone named Mr. Calderone, I just thought of the first thing that came to mind, and it was that name. I'm going to make him a character, now. Ok, his name is Tom Calderone, he's 32, and he's also from London, and before he became a teacher, he also lived in Wammy's Orphanage. Now he's an official character in this story.
Temp-sub is temporary substitute.
At the part where it said, "Well, If you have any feelings towards this boy, perhaps some sort of relationship-", Light was suggesting that maybe Mello 'Swung that way'. Teehee.
The part where Mello suggests Light as a slave was from a dream he had where he owned a slave that looked a lot like Light who was rubbing Mello's feet. (Imagining is fun.)
Thank you for reading chapter one. Stay tuned for the next installment, unless I get bored over the week and give up, like pretty much everything I write. (I've only finished four stories in my entire life, I know, that's sad.)