Warning: chapter one is serious, but then it gets a little un-serious as it progresses.

Disclaimer: Death Note.

Claimer: Tear (Demi)

Warning: Excessive swearing, Mello jealousy, Matt's girlfriend… uh yeah.

Warning, excessive swearing and other things I should warn you about (Blame 'Alcohol' by Millionaires.

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Chapter One

Tear

"Hey Mello, you hear the news?" A boy with red hair asked

"Which part of it? That there are new kids coming or that one of them is gay, just like you Matt." Mello frowned, looking up from his studies.

"The first part." Matt blushed and hid behind his new laptop.

"Well, I'm going to see the little twerps and decide which one to knock some sense into." Mello joked, punching his friend playfully but roughly.

"Ouch. Damn you Mello, you made me screw up my nose!" Matt scolded.

"What the hell are you playing anyway?" Mello asked, leaning sideways so he could see the computer screen.

"Sims 3." Matt said, scanning the category for goggles, "how do they not have goggles for men? They had rave goggles in Sims 2 and they were just fine!" Matt ranted.

"There are three of those? I didn't even know there was a second." Mello bit into his chocolate.

"And this is the game room. And that is Mello. Stay away from him if you don't want to end up in the infirmary, or detention." The voice belonged to Roger.

Mello turned around and waved innocently at the new kids. Surprisingly enough there was only a handful. Eight boys and one angry looking girl. Mello smiled devilishly at her, and the girl stuck her tongue out at him.

Mello hit Matt's arm again, "that little chick just challenged me."

"Sim time now. Mello bitching time later." Matt said as he mindlessly clicked away.

"No. Mello bitching time now. Sim time later." Mello pushed down the screen of Matt's laptop on his finger.

"Man, I didn't get to pause it! Mello, if my self-Sim dies, you die with him." Matt threatened.

"So that new girl stuck her tongue out at me. She challenged me. She's the one that will end up with a black eye."

Demi- or Tear as she was now –stuck her tongue out at the blonde boy. Nobody smiled at her in any way. Or, maybe it was that nobody had ever smiled at her in any way. Being shown around the building bored Tear immensely, so she decided to think about why she was here.

~Cue flashback~

"Mother? Are you here?" Demi called, no she screamed it.

There was a soft grunt from under a pile of collapsed crates. Demi ran over, tears forming in her eyes. Demi blinked them away. No tears. Tears make everything worse. Demi pushed against the crates from every direction. She angrily tossed her gloves to the floor and grabbed the crate that was directly over her mother.

"Don't worry mother, I will get you out of this. Please do not die on me." Demi whispered.

"Demi, put your gloves on. Your hands will freeze." Her mother whispered.

"They are just slowing me down mother! I have to get you…" Demi was cut off when fingers curled around her neck.

Demi struggled against her attacker as she was lifted off of the ground. She swung her legs wildly, making contact with something. Demi was dropped to the floor. She rolled over to see her mother's boss- a nasty man with a terrible attitude –seething with drunken rage.

"Don't hurt her." Demi begged, looking at her already dead mother.

Demi slipped away as the man grabbed for her. She ran across the warehouse and pushed open the cold metal doors, running through the already knee-deep snow. Demi stumbled down the hill towards town. As she reached the bottom of the incline, she collapsed into the snow.

~End Flashback~

~A few hours and three candy bars later~

Tear frowned at her hand where chocolate had been once, "stupid three bar per day limit. There has to be more somewhere."

Tear slipped off of her bed and walked over to her door. She took a deep breath as she opened the door and slipped into the hall. As silently as she could, Tear made her way down the hall towards the stairs. Her jeans made an irritating 'swoosh' noise when the material rubbed against itself. As she made her way down to the kitchen, Tear wondered if they had an orchestra. She wanted to put the new violin that had been given to her to good use.

"If I were chocolate, where would I be?" Tear wondered aloud as she walked into the kitchen. She spotted a cabinet that had a lock on it, "bingo."

The girl rushed over to the cabinet and knelt on the floor. Tear pulled a hairpin out of her hair and stuck it hastily in the lock. She twisted it and smiled to herself when the lock came undone. Tear discarded the lock and pulled the cabinet open. There was chocolate, her sweet relief. She grabbed several bars. A voice brought her senses to life.

Acting on instinct, Tear swung around and aimed her fist at who ever had snuck up on her. Her fist was caught, and Tear looked into the eyes of the smug blonde boy from before.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" The boy whisper-shouted.

"Getting chocolate. What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me, immature bastard.." The last part was in Kazakh.

"Did you just speak Russian at me, new girl?" The boy snarled.

"It was Kazakh, stupid Brit. Although, I don't expect a silly boy like you to know anything about Asian language or culture." Tear flicked him between the eyes.

Mello clenched his fists, "You've got a little fight in you. I like that. I'm Mello, and you are?"

"De- I mean Tear." Tear held her hand empty hand out. Instead Mello snatched a chocolate bar from her hand. "Get your own!"

"Each new kid is required to give me one bar of chocolate everyday for one for a week." Mello smirked.

"Like I would believe that, girl." Tear rolled her eyes.

"I am not a girl!" Mello shouted, swinging his fist at Tear.

"Mello! What are you doing?" Roger shouted as he entered the kitchen.

Tear put on her best poor-me face, "Roger, I got lost and came in here, only to find Mello stealing chocolate. I took it from him and he swung at me."

"Mello, what have I told you about picking on the new kids?" Roger scolded.

"She swung at me first!" Mello argued.

"You're such a pansy Mello. I did not try to punch you!" Tear protested.

"No way am I a pansy! I'm not a girl either!" Mello shouted.

"That's it. Both of you have detention tomorrow after your classes. Now get to bed." Roger pointed out the door.

Tear left the room before Mello did. When he left, he ran in the opposite direction. When Tear stood up to him, something inside him shifted. Nobody had ever stood up to him before, especially a new girl.

~~~ Morning ~~~

Tear stretched as she sat up. For once, she was waking up after the sun had risen. The girl stifled a yawn and pushed her covers back, revealing her Hello-Kitty clad pajamas. She shuffled over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of torn jeans and a red FRED t-shirt. She changed quickly, then reached for her purple Oxfords. She tugged them on quickly.

Tear examined herself in the mirror. She needed a new hair style. Her hands flew to the multiple highlights and dyes already strewn across the surface of her dresser. She picked up a blue coon-tail, and held it to her hair. Nodding approvingly, she clipped it to the end of her black hair.

Tear checked the time- 8:00. She pulled open her door and walked down the hall. She spotted Mello and a boy with red hair walking towards the dining room. Tear felt spontaneous. She ran down the hall and jumped onto the red haired boy's back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Gocha!" She laughed.

"What the heck? Mello get it off of me!" The boy shouted, pulling at Tear's hands.

"Tear, get off of Matt now!" Mello shouted.

Tear pouted and dismounted Matt, "You're so mean! First you land me a spot in detention and now you deny me my random spontaneous hugs!"

"You know this killer?" Matt asked.

"I'm not a killer, I'm a hyper girl!" Tear smiled, "But right now I'm hungry and I smell eggs." Tear wandered off towards the dining room.

"Something is wrong with her. She is wearing a FRED shirt!" Matt exclaimed.

"She stood up to me. Never seen anybody do that before." Mello sounded distant as he followed Tear.

"Am I the only sane one left?" Matt yelled.

"No!" Tear's voice echoed.

Matt rolled his eyes and followed them.