I'm actually eating L's favourite kind of cake/fruit. STRAWBERRY!! But I'm just eating the fruit.. I could go through about 3 boxes of these . I also give a few paragraphs of what Mello and Matt think of each other since they're some of the main characters. DON'T KILL ME FOR MAKING THIS! This was the only way I was able to write! This story was stuck in my head all last night and then all today.. A very bad distraction during Algebra I might add. So I HAD to get this out for my mind to rest. I promise I will continue the LxLight story before the week is out! I've gotten requests for me to update and I feel really bad now that I just started a new story. Oh and the warnings, did I forget to mention them? Slight yaoi in these, maybe a lemon for in at some point, and I dunno if my 'Marie Sue' will actually end up with anybody. Well, I've ranted a lot so I'm.. gonna..go..now…

STORY START

Mello sat in his usual spot at Wammy's library flipping through books in his hopes to become more than Near. The whole house was buzzing with the excitement of a new arrival. She was said to be too old to be admitted to the house, but L had picked her out among all the others so she had to be special, right? Mello didn't know anymore. All he knew was that the results of hearing this news was driving him mad. She was supposed to be as intelligent as him, though in a different sense. When he had asked, L refused to tell him why, that he would find out on his own.

He heard the chair next to him creek as weight descended on it. "Hey Matt," he muttered still squinting at the tiny print. "Hey," his best friend said quietly. All that could be heard throughout the library was the iclick click/i and i beep beep/i that came from Matt's hand held game. Mello tried to concentrate but the news wouldn't leave his mind. i 'She needs to just get here already so I can concentrate,'/i he thought. But the more he tried the harder it became. Finally he sighed in defeat and turned to Matt. "Wanna come help me raid the kitchen?" he asked in a bored tone. "Always," Matt muttered smirking as he saved his game.

Matt followed his blonde friend trying to figure out how Mello made his hips sway just like a girls.. And why it looked so attractive to him. To be absolutely honest, when Matt first met the blonde he had a slight crush on him thinking he was a girl. It was only when he saw Mello go into his room in the boys dorm did he realize that he was, indeed, a boy. The day he had approached him had definitely been a strange one. Back then Mello had no friends but would sit and read in a corner or in the library. Matt had actually spoken with him as if he was a girl before he found out. He found it quite embarrassing to realize that he'd been flirting with a guy.

They dropped to their knees as they crawled along the kitchen floor in search of the many sweets the house had in store for them. They made sure there was no one in the kitchen and they climbed up onto the counter. The chocolate, Mello's favourite, was on the very top shelf. Matt didn't care for sweets much but they were great for munching on in the middle of the night when he woke up. They grabbed their goodies and made their way to Matt's room. They had been carrying the treasures in their shirts so as soon as they closed and locked the door the let the end of their shirts go, resulting in an outpouring of rainbow coloured wrappers.

Matt plugged in his newest game as Mello instantly went for the chocolate. Mello rather enjoyed watching Matt, the pro as he called him, play his games. Most of their nights consisted of this exact thing: Let Mello read, raid the kitchen, then Matt would play games while Mello watched and ate chocolate. Now, their was a lot of rumors about the two, that their relationship went beyond friendship, seeing as they were their only friends. They only had each other and preferred it that way. Whenever someone brought it up they would laughed and joke about it, but the truth was their relations were strictly friendship.

Eventually Matt's eyes grew tired and Mello was done with the chocolate. But, as usual, Mello was itoo tired/i to go back to his room. Matt now had grown accustomed to having an extra person in his room so he always had an extra pillow. Mello borrowed some of Matt's pj's and the both got under the comforter. "'Night," Matt would always mutter. "Good Night Matt," Mellow said a bit more formally and they would drift off to sleep.

THE MARIE SUE'S POV (don't worry, her name isn't really Marie Sue)

I kept looking between this 'L' person and the streets of my old ihome/i. Should it really be called a home though? I never felt at home here. My hand went absentmindedly to the burn on my forearm. My Mark. I shivered now realizing what I had touched and I looked down at it. It was a burn of the elemental symbol. Let's just say I didn't grow up..normally. By birth, I was a Wiccan. People often confused wiccans with witches. These small-minded fools would never even listen to our reasoning. Witches mainly served Satan. Wiccans served the earth. There was no devil in the craft. But I could make a pretty good 'potion' I guess is what they would call it.

It was actually just using herbs and natural remedies to make medicine, but whatever. I sighed and looked at my new tennis shoes. Such lovely things they were, I had grown up in big bulky clogs and was forced to wear a dress most of my life. L seemed to enjoy watching my responses to what he got me. I had new pants and a shirt too. A normal shirt! Not a stuffy white collared thing that didn't let you breathe. But every time I looked at my arm, I would be reminded where I came from, and that my past would never leave me be.

L had told me great things about the Wammy house. There was always sweets and the place was loaded with new things to learn. Much better than the orphanage I had chosen to go to. It was true that I had family, but they would no doubt kill me because I was marked. My mother had grown up as a good little Catholic girl until she was 18. She moved out immediately and began her work as a wiccan. The only recognition I got from my family was my aunt, and she had too many children to take in another. I sighed leaning my head against the window.

This should be rather interesting. L had actually 'saved my life' in a sense. Not that I wanted to live. I was really planning on dying the night he came to get me. So yes, I was suicidal. Well, there was no one worth living for, and many wanted me dead so I thought, why not? It would make life easier for everyone else. But when L came to get me, I thought that maybe I was supposed to live.. To fill out some kind of purpose. We'll see where my thinking gets me.

"Ariette, it's time to get on the plane," L said. I turned to look at him. This man looked away quickly, why did everyone do that?! I looked down and nodded. I pulled my backpack over my small shoulders and made my way onto the plane. L had already told me that if I was to stay at the Wammy house, I would have to erase all of my records, which resulted in a new name. My name I picked fairly easily. It was close to the original anyway. "I know my name now Mr. L," I said quietly. He turned to me looking quite expectant. "Air," I said. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Air?" "Yes sir," I muttered. He smiled. For the first time on the entire trip he actually smiled.

To be honest I was totally blown away. Here this 18 year old could make a 13 year old have to look down blushing because of his smile, I was pathetic. "Strawberries are you favourite right?" he asked. I nodded. A man in a tuxedo came to our seats and handed me a sliver bowl fill with strawberries. My eyes must have been huge because L, and his dazzling smile, chuckled. I looked up and smiled simply because he was. "Thank you," I muttered shyly. He nodded and I started to nibble on the strawberries. Soon the private jet came to a stop in front a mansion.

I had finished off half of the strawberries by this time and was totally stuffed. We walked through the large doors and I thought I would faint then and there. So..much..technology! I hadn't had any growing up! L showed me to where we ate and finally we stopped in front of a black door with a red music note on it. He knew I was into music? He opened the door and I actually did fall to my knees this time. There were instruments everywhere. Some I hadn't ever seen, but I was very willing to learn. The walls were a deep blue with yellow stars painted on the ceiling. There was a strange mechanical looking thing on a desk. I pulled myself up and walked over to it trying to figure out what it was.

After I had studied it for a bit I pushed a button and it folded open. I was so startled I nearly fell back onto a cello! L chuckled again and gave me another dazzling smile. "It's a computer, I'll get Matt to teach you about it. "O-Ok," I said looking at the thing as if it would explode. L suddenly looked very solemn. "What's wrong?" I asked. He put his thumb in his mouth and gave me a weak smile. "Well, about your religion, there's a space over there," he said pointing to a corner, "Where you'll find all of the necessary items for it." I went over and examined the stuff. I nearly puked. Dead animals?! "E-excuse me sir, I think you have the wrong idea about me," I said cringing as I picked up a bottle of toads, "I'm a iwiccan/i, not a witch."

A huge smile spread over his face. "That's great!" he exclaimed. "The files said you were a witch, so I just assumed," he added quickly. I nodded. It wasn't his fault, it was the stupid agency's fault. I looked at the large clock on my wall. "It's about time for us to go to dinner," he said. I nodded and followed him out of the room, careful to set my bag down in the corner to 'fix' my practice area. I followed L to the dining room. There was so many tables lined with benches. Almost every seat was filled though. All heads turned to me and I adverted my gaze to the floor. There was a table in the far corner that he led me to. The end didn't have many children at it except for a blonde girl and a red headed boy with goggles. I sat down in front of a white plastic plate. L smiled down at me, causing me to tint pink, and said, "The food will be out in a little while. This blonde boy here is Mello, the red head is Matt." I nodded and turned my gaze to the two across from me. He was a guy?! He should really cut his hair..