My first death note fanfic. EVA!
Disclaimer: I don't own death note. The main idea based from manga called 'perfect girl evolution'... again, i don't own it.
Warning: Yaoi (yay), swearing. Slight OOC-ness. O, rate may change later.
Puhlease pardon any mistake at spelling/grammar... I'm just an Indonesian Fanboi u know! So my English kinda suck.
Summary: AU. Four handsome high school students can live in the mansion for free if they can 'trun the owner' son to human...'
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—chapter 1—
The dim light from red little candle is the only light that brightened his dark room, surrounded by four dirty, darker walls where there's a large hardwood rack book—which contained many thick books and other stuff—nailed on each wall. Meanwhile the soft snoring as the raven haired man took a shallow breath in his deep slumber echoing through the creepy-looking room, muffled by the bird's sing—signaling the sun start to rise.
He wake with a start—black eyebrow burrowed, heavy eyelashes blinked several times before revealing wide black orbs completely. He let out a long yawn and shifted a little, before force himself up from the warmth of his favorite comfy swan pillow.
He's not a morning person, really—but the urge to wash his face make him leave his peaceful rest. After let out another yawn and deep sighed, he headed to the bathroom near a rather huge cupboard.
He turned on the water, not even mind to turn the warm on before splashing it over his face—letting the cold wake him up completely. But suddenly the urge to wash his face turn to urge to throw up when he—accidentally—saw his own reflection in a small crack of mirror.
He stood frozen, not really know what to do. Half of him wanted to scream, to grab the mirror and crushed it to million tiny pieces, yet half of him wanted to stay still—to just continue to stare and face his fear now.
"I'm sorry, but you're really not my taste."
He couldn't help but gasp in horror when his sight fall to his messy black hair that looks like some birds just make a nest on it. He quickly turn his attention to the other part of his body, but his response is quite similar than before.
"I mean, look at you. You're odd… and not to mention…"
His wide, almost-empty emotionless black orbs. He hates the way it stare the other, as if he can penetrate someone's mind and read over their thoughts, make him looks weirder.
"You're ugly."
In the end, the part that wanted him to forget his past and runaway from his biggest fear—himself—win, as he grabbed the tiny mirror and throw it to the black-golden marble floor. It scattered into million tiny pieces, just like he predicted, but when the mirror's breaking, he heard something is broken too.
It's scattered into million bloody pieces, trapped him like a nightmare.
It's his heart.
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"Whoa! I can't believe he actually let us stay in this gorgeous place!! I mean it's so cool! Ooh… look at that beauuutifuuul fountaiiin! It's totally awesome!! The way it shine under the pale moonlight… it looks like this place is a virsails palace!! " a high-pitched, almost girly voice banging through the peaceful night, leaving three handsome guys winced in pain. The brown haired one—tired of his friend constant yelling and squeaking, decides to shut his mouth up by yelling back with greater force.
"Shut up you blonde man whore!!" at this, the blonde boy who yelled before, successfully shut up. But the brown haired not quite satisfied with his job, so he decide to continue.
"What are you, a five fucking years old kindergarten? Yes, I can't believe this place is so cool—but I prefer cold than that stupid word, and yes, I admitted—despite my high passion of art—that this place is totally gorgeous. But hell yes, the old man actually let us stay in this place for free! And it's not Virsails, you moron. It's Versailles. So if you don't have brain to think of what you want to say, just shut the hell up, Mello."
Mello pouted, sent a (what supposed to be) death glare on the brown haired direction, which failed miserably to a kicked-puppy look. He just about to compose himself back when suddenly a strong, protective arm wrapped around his shoulder.
"You know it's not so nice to say harsh words, Light-kun." Said a red haired guy, the one who has his arm wrapped tight around the blonde's. "Especially to my lover." He licked Mello lips seductively, ignoring the glare and blushed he received from his lover—and a rather disgusted look from the other.
Light finally spoke up, rudely interrupted the pair that have already started to make out.
"Get room, you two." His deep growl snarled.
The red haired man looked up, wearing a sheepish grin and slight blush across his handsome face—while his little blonde lover almost fainted in embarrassment.
"Sorry, Light. I guess we get a little carried away…" he said in not-so-sorry tone. Light only mumbled something under his breath, before speak up again.
"Whatever. Can we get inside now? It's friggin' cold here."
"Sure. But first, you said that the old man let us live in this place for free." The red haired said, "But you do realize he said if only we can turn his son to a human, don't you?"
Sighing in annoyance, Light replied begrudgingly.
"I do realize that, Matt-kun. But what you guys don't realize is the fact that his son is a human, so there's no sense to what, 'turn his son to a human'. What is he anyway? Some scary Frankenstein?"
The red haired named Matt shrugged, "Dunno. But I bet he's right, Light. His son might not a human."
And with that, the two lovers walk away, dragging their suitcases to enter the mansion's gate. Light stood there, pouting, arms crossed over his chest.
"Now, now, Light. Don't pouting like that. It's totally cute for you to do that, but you look more gorgeous when you're smiling…" a deep, masculine voice from the other man who went almost unnoticed startled him, and he looks up to see a dark haired man with glasses around his eyes smiling at him. He doesn't mind to smiling back, only huffed a little.
"But Matt is such a fool, Mikami-san…"
Mikami smirked before leaned closer.
"I know, but let's forget those idiots for once, won't we? Otherwise, I must get you a punishment to say such harsh words toward my favorite blonde boy…"
Light blinked, before pouting again. "You don't mean that!"
The devilish smirked graced upon Mikami's angelic face grew larger as he whispers huskily to the other's ear. "You bet, Light-chan…"
Blushing madly, the brown haired boy let his lover dragged him in bridal style, leaving the ground cold with snow's sprinkles.
Little did they know the two shining orbs watched him from the distance, gleaming with amusement.
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Light is annoyed.
Scratch that. He's totally, completely, awfully, insanely annoyed.
There he is—tied up naked in a large king sized bed, legs sprawled out when his wrist pinned to the headboard. Luckily he had a silk red satin over his lower body, so he practically half-naked. Unluckily he had a silk red satin over his mouth too, that muffled his screaming.
It's started when he agree to Mikami's rather foolish idea—the punishment. He, the arrogant, devilish, dominant bastard, actually agreed to be the submissive one in their relationship. But when Mikami's cell phone started to ring when they played their little game, he quickly turned to his old-self.
It's important; Mikami said—drove him insanely mad. What could be more important than his lover? That prick! He thought angrily, before a wicked grin spread across his face.
Oh, Mikami gonna be totally sore tomorrow…
His train of though suddenly interrupted when he hears a faint sound of whistling, followed by a soft thump and cursed.
He sweat dropped.
What if it's the old man's son? What if it's true he's not a human? What if he's a vampire instead? Or better yet, what if it's a sadistic, masochist, horny vampire? What if it's his room?
The later make him turn pale. It's true—he doesn't even know where his room was. So he and Mikami just pick this room, because it's larger than the other. Mello and Matt choose the one that's down stair, which only a little smaller and less inhuman.
His train of though suddenly interrupted again when a tall, pale figure stare at his honey gaze trough its black orbs. Somehow he managed to take the sation off of his mouth, and the poor boy let out a frightened shriek. He screamed even louder when the creature take a step forward.
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Mikami's ears perked up while he hears the sound of his (so-called) boyfriend booming through the mansion. Panicked, he quickly rushed forward after saying a forced, yet polite goodbye to whoever he called—apparently his boss.
He ran as fast as he could without care where his feet take him. But before he can reach his destination, he crashed to something hard, before landed flat on his butt.
"Ouch…" was the word he could muster while glaring at the thing that makes him fall—which no other than Mello, who landed on the same floor as him. The blonde grinned sheepishly, mouthed a silent 'sorry' before Matt help him stood up.
Mikami scanned the two lovers in front of him, for a brief moment forget about his lover's condition. Mello, only dressed in a white satin silk that barely could covered his lithe body, hair ruffled messily and face as red as tomato. Matt, half naked—only wears a black-red stripped boxer, hair ruffle messily than Mello, slight blush graced his handsome features. And did he mention the two of them barely take a breath and looks absolutely aroused?
Mikami gulped. Better look for Light than continuing his train of though—that only give him a boner if he thinks even further.
"Mikamiiiii!! Get back here you idiooot!!" once again, Mikami's ears perked up by the sound of his lover calling his name. He quickly runaway again, not really know where; only depend on his 'Light-chan-radar' while Mello and Matt trailed not too far behind.
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When Light get a better sight from the other's face, he nearly screams again. Fortunately the slim, pale fingers quickly covered his mouth before he could doing so.
Wide, emotionless orbs staring at him, penetrated straight into his honey eyes and he couldn't help but shut his eyes in fear.
So the old man—Watari—is right! His son (at least that's what he told them) is not a human! But what the hell it is?
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Waaaaah! Not as planned! :(
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