Hey everyone, this is my 1st fanfic! I hope everyone enjoys it! I accept praise + criticism, but please don't be too harsh! This is based off of The Chocolate Touch by Catling, an amazing book, but it's NOT a character insertion fic (the characters are inserted as the book characters and wa-lah a story-tch not!). The only similarities should be the candy store. But if it is too similar, go ahead and tell me so I can either fix it, or scrap it. Anyways, enjoy!
I don't own Death Note, The Chocolate Touch, King Lear, Othello, or spaghetti tacos.
The Chocolate Touch
Ever have that one thing that brings you absolute joy? That thing that you could never get enough of? Chocolate. That's my special thing. The one thing that always brings me happiness. Well, that and beating Near. That *censored~*! But the best thing would be beating Near, while eating chocolate. Mmm, those deliciously smooth, milky brown chunks that snap and crunch in my mouth with every bite. I'd never have imagined the horror that those innocent little foiled covered pieces of bliss could be.
"Mello. Ya' done yet?" Mumbled my red/brown-headed best friend. Not even bothering to look at me from his place in his seat next to me, tapping away incessantly at his beloved DS. I looked up from my worksheet to look at his. Done. 'Course he was done, this was literature. He was beast at literature. Particularly because without literature, there were no story lines, and with no story lines, no games.
"Tch…Done." I grunted, filling in two more examples of enjambment and juxtaposition from King Lear. Man, Shakespeare, that guy knew how to write. This was probably one of his toughest plays though. I had to read it TWICE to fully understand all those motifs of loyalty and themes of fatherly love. Why couldn't it have been as easy as Othello, pft, I skimmed that thing and still got in over ten pages of commentary writing for TWO paragraphs. Bottom line: I didn't have to really read it to understand everything. Anyways, I got up and moved to the front of the classroom to turn in my paper. Matt got up and did the same. Most of the other students had left already, having scribbled some stuff down as they were eager to get out of class by the time the bell rang, and get their lunch. Must've been some good stuff for lunch today. But not like the teacher cared. Not like he even looked at our papers. He always gave us full credit, whether we did the work or not, or were even there that day. Idiot teacher. What's a guy like him doing at Wammy's? Sure he could teach, but what's the **** with all the ungraded busy work? Ah well, it's good practice I guess. Anyways it was almost lunch time, so I pulled out my favorite brand of chocolate.
"You're not even going to wait for lunch today to eat that shizz?" Matt asked raising an eyebrow. At least, I think he was, it's hard to tell when he wears those goggles all the time. *snap*
"Why should I?" I replied hastily. "S'not like it matters. It'll be in my stomach whether I eat it now or later."
"Sure," he shrugged, "but you should really space yourself. You'll be too full for lunch if you eat it now."
"I'll space if you space."
"Heh?"
"You stop playing game day and night. I stop eating chocolate day and night. We'll just be eating or playing- day instead, then." I stated with a smirk. He and I both knew, some habits were just never meant to be broken.
"…tch." He grinned in silence. "sure, cuz that's ever goin' ta happen." He said nudging my shoulder, barely pushing me to the side, as we entered the cafeteria.
White walls lined with yellow stains from randomly thrown bits of food and black, grey and white floor tiles, along with many long sets of lunch tables made up the Wammyteria. As Matt and I approached the lunch line he put away his game so that he could pick up a tray.
"What's for lunch today you think?" Matt asked me. But it wasn't I who answered.
"Filet mignon or spaghetti tacos, baked potato or beans on the side, choice of apple, orange, or pear sliced in the shape of a fish. Oh and choice of chocolate milk or white milk." Came from the little monotonous white haired midget in front of us.
"Uh thanks, but I was aski-"
"Shut the f* UP NO ONE ASKED YOU! YOU LITTLE PIECE OF- toast."
"What!" Matt questioned, giving me the most incredulous and shocked stare that he could manage while holding a bowl filled with two pieces of spaghetti tacos.
"Toast." I repeated. And just as he was about to ask me again, he paused. Noticing the reason for my self-censorship, and chuckling to himself. Shaking his head and continuing to add the tacos to his tray. Teachers. They take away your free speech, but ya gotta listen to them or else it's: zzzp. Grades and hard work down the toilet.
"I thought so." Stated the sternest teacher in the school. Mr. Peua (pee-you. But don't laugh, or he'll get ya.). He's had it out for me since I laughed at his name the first two minutes of class. He gives me detention for some of the most stupid things, like forgetting to push my chair in when I get up. "If Mr. Mello gives you any trouble Near, feel free to tell me. You're safety will be ensured." And with that he left us. Well, first he gave Near a "nice guy" smile, and then he gave me a death glare, and then he left. I gave Near my own death glare, grabbed my food, shoving it onto my tray, and rushed out after a chuckling Matt.
"Mmm, you know, I absolutely love spaghetti tacos and all, but I could really go for some toast right now." Matt said, giving me a sly grin. Oh, if he were anyone but my best friend. His face would be covered with spaghetti and taco shells right now.
"Shut it. Or I'll stuff this piece of filet mignon that got caught on my taco into your mouth." I threatened, lifting the piece of meat by my fork and dangling it in front of his face while giving my best maniacal grin.
"Oh just eat you two." Said Linda, coming to join our table with her two friends, Jacob and Nesby.
"Who died and made you queen?" Matt retorted.
"You're about too." Linda stated calmly.
"Man, you guys are so lucky! They ran out of spaghetti tacos when it was our turn in the line." Nesby whined.
"Shut it and eat." I snapped. Taking a bite of my delicious taco, following up with a sip of my chocolate milk and a bite of my precious chocolate.
"Gosh Mello, do you ever stop eating chocolate? I mean, you're going to get fat eventually from all that chocolate. And on't yoo everrr get bwored ophh eating chocozatt evyy available minute?" Questioned Linda, while taking a bite of her taco.
"Haha, that's a good one Linda! Mello never gets bored of chocolate. Just like I never get bored of games."
"He got you there Linds! I've never seen these two without a game or chocolate. Well, there are those times when they're grounded, but those are forced and don't count." Laughed Jacob.
"Well Matt changes games, so of course he doesn't get bored! But Mello eats the same brand and kind of chocolate all of the time!" Replied Linda.
"It's his problem, I don't think we should tell him what to do." Said Nesby timidly, just as Mello turned his eyes to look at him.
"Well I'm just saying."
"Please. I'd never get bored. If I could eat chocolate for every meal I would. But Roger won't let me, cuz apparently it doesn't have all of the nutrients I need. Kuh! I'm a freaking genius. I could just go to the lab and infuse my chocolate with all the nutrients I need!" I exclaimed smugly.
"Suuure." Linda smiled, and we all laughed. But I knew, that I seriously would eat chocolate all the time if I could. DING DING DING. Wow, time flies fast during lunch. "Alright, bye Matt, Mello. We're going to go watch the older kids play soccer. What're you guys going to do?"
"Out. I gotta uh, get some 'fresh air' into my lungs." Matt said as he threw me a smirk. We both knew fully well that there'd be anything but fresh air going into his lungs for the next thirty minutes.
"What about you Mello?"
"Eh. I think I'll just go study some chem. and eat some more chocolate." I said as I threw away the now empty wrapper into the trash and dug into my pocket for another bar. But there was none. Not even a crumb. "Uhhh. Oh shizz. I'm out!" I cried. "Kuh. Guess I'll be heading to the bank to get some money for more chocolate."
"MELLO!" Came a shout from behind us while were exiting the Wammyteria. Roger. Joy. What did he want now?
"What do you want?" I moaned as the others giggled and walked away. Even Matt. That traitor.
"Mr. Peua told me you threatened Near again!" That *censor~* hole.
"I didn't." I stated nonchalantly, using my angry face.
"No. I don't care if you didn't! We've caught you doing it so many times, but we've never done anything about it because no matter how many times we ask Near, he said he was fine. But it seems that Mr. Peua was right and you're threatening Near to keep quiet than this is the last straw!"
"WTF! I haven't threatened that albino-sheep about keeping quiet." Though now that I think about it, I should.
"Well it doesn't matter. It's Mr. Peua's words over yours. You're a smart kid Mello. I'd hate to see you getting in trouble because of your anger issues-"
"I DON'T HAVE FREAKIN ANGER ISSUES!"
"huuuh. Mello, I hate to do this, but no chocolate. For a week. Not until you stop with all th-"
"EJRHKWEHRWESJD!"
"SILENCIO! This is for your own health too Mello. All that chocolate is bad for you. I expect that you eat all of your lunch, dinner, and breakfast, and no chocolate. I know that you've been leaving a lot of veggies on your plate. That stops now."
"But-"
"NO. BUTS. Don't you ever get tired from playing soccer with only chocolate as a fuel source? You may feel energetic now, but you'll crash." DUH. I knew that already. I'm a freaking genius. Of course I'd know that. I'm here for a reason. And that's why I eat chocolate all the time. So there is no "crash and burn." "Now go. And no chocolate! We'll be watching you. And don't even try to sneak some in your room. We have George watching the video camera we installed in your room constantly after the er- break out incident." He said, giving me the "look." Ha. Break out. Good times. Good times~. And with that he left.
"The freak? Our room's bugged!" I shouted after him. He didn't even look back, just gave a "humph" sound. Stupid old turd. Now what was I supposed to do? Matt. I needed to talk to him. He sometimes knows what to do when his prized possession gets taken away. After all, he has had games taken from him more than chocolate from me. Cuz he used to always play the game version of some books instead of reading them. Genius kid. Course, if he'd actually read them, he'd be second, not me. Actually, I take that back. He's street smart, but not my smart. And off I went. Running out the door of Wammy's down the streets, to the place where I knew Matt would be. At the corner near the play ground, inhaling certain drugs with hobos. Oh. I take back what I said about street smart now. The playground wasn't too far off, about four to five minutes or so. About two minutes into my run, I tripped. Or rather, I coolly tumbled forward and landed on my front side. "Shizz! The F***!" I screamed loudly, looking for the cause of my, uh, "irregular movements." But there was nothing! Only a little something kinda shiny? A coin? Possibly. It was about as big as an American quarter, and it was silveresque. WTF kinda coin is this? I thought. It wasn't like anything I'd seen before. It wasn't British, American, Canadian, Japanese, and a bunch of other countries. I had to do a research project on coins once, so that's how I know. But the odd thing was, on one side was a picture of a fat boy, and on the other-
"M.K." I whispered to myself. Odd. Those were my initials…What should I do, I wondered. Keep it I guess. I could ask Roger about it later and maybe if he didn't know, he could ask L? Possibly. So I held onto the coin, and kept walking towards the playground. But strangely enough, my body automatically took a right turn. Instead of left to the playground. "Eh, I'll go the long way I guess." As I got to the corner, my eyes widened in shock. A candy store, the window display was empty, but I could see the other chocolates and sweets around the store. The room was a pink and white theme, with stripes, typical old school candy store. I couldn't help myself, and went in. The owner looked up from the counter and smiled at me. "Uh-"
"Hello sir, can I help you find something?" he said politely.
"Er, no, sorry. I don't have any money." I said honestly. Not like I could get any anyways-well, I could, no one was tailing me, and they don't have everywhere bugged-unless, this was a trap! That's it! Those *censor*! I quickly scanned the room for a video camera.
"Don't worry Mello, there's no camera here. Oh, no money you said? What's that you have there?"
"Wah? Uh-" I stuttered, looking down at the coin. Too occupied with how he knew I was thinking of cameras to wonder how he knew my name. He gently took the coin from my hand and looked at it carefully.
"Perfect! This is the only kind of money I take! Help yourself to a box!" He exclaimed happily, gesturing to the shiny silver boxes in the store.
"Wah?" I asked. Now too distracted by the large pile of candy boxes in the middle of the store. "One of those?" I asked. Really? One tiny coin for a whole box?
"Of course! Go ahead, pick one!" Maybe I shouldn't have, but I did. Sure, I could've gotten into a lot of trouble with Roger, but he wouldn't know…
Apparently, I had spent about an hour looking around the store after I made my purchase. It was about time to go back now, and I hadn't even seen Matt yet. But oh well, I eagerly took my box and ran out of the store, heading to the one place that I knew no one would be watching me. Miss Lucille was a really nice old lady, when Matt and I were younger, we accidentally messed up her flowers while playing ball. So she forced us to replant them, but afterwards she gave us cookies and invited us back. Since then we've gone there for a pretty long time whenever we needed a break from Wammy's. Fortunately she was home. I ran over there and knocked on the door three times. Lucille opened up the door and welcomed me in.
"Ah Mello, it's been awhile. Is Matt not with you? You're both usually together." She pondered.
"Uh no, he's with his er-other friends. I just wanted to hang out away from Wammy's for a while."
"OK then. Come on in." I slowly made my way in as I hid the box in my shirt. "Uh, can I use your bathroom?" I asked. Sly Mello. Very Sly. With a nod of her head she headed off towards the kitchen. I ran to the bathroom and as soon as I went in I locked the door, and pulled the box out. Eager for chocolate, I tore it open, and after layer and layer of tissue and cardboard, I finally reached it. One piece. ONE FREAKIN' PIECE OF CHOCOLATE. Well, made sense. It did cost one coin. I selfishly devoured the entire piece, and it was the best I'd ever tasted. Milky, yummy, and awesome. I threw away the box and walked out.
Back home finally, in my room, getting ready for bed with Matt in our shared room.
"Heard ya got in trouble. No chocolate? How're you going to survive?"
"Dunno." I said, and tossed myself into bed. No chocolate for a while now. I wonder if I can find another coin somewhere. Or maybe beg Miss Lucille for chocolate?
Guh. Mornings. I got up from bed. Saturday. Good, no school today. I moved to the bathroom where Matt had just finished his daily routines. With a light nod at each other we continued on. I reached the sink and turned on the faucet, cupping my hands and filling it with water, I poured it into my mouth to rinse. But it wasn't water in mouth. It was chocolate. Yes, chocolate! That sweet milky substance that takes me to heaven! I instinctively swallowed. But on second thought, I wondered about this. "Matt! Did you taste anything weird with the sink water?" Too much chlorine in the water? Can't be though, it tastes a bit different.
"No." He mumbled before collapsing back onto his bed, playing his DS again.
Maybe it was just me? Yeah, right. I took another sip of water. Chocolate! I spit it out, now I was freaked! But water didn't come out, some brown liquidy substance came out! The freak was going on!
So, what do you think? BTW updates will be slow, but don't worry, if something happens and I can't finish the story, I'll surely post something that tells the ending, because I personally hate infinite cliffies.
