Hi hi.

I have a bunch of stories with really random plot in the works…but I'm trying out this one first. Please R&R! Thank you! :D

So this is how it all started...

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"I'm so bored Matt." Mello sighed as he looked in the mirror, examining his girlish curves. He traced a hand down his hip.

"Mm?" Matt said carelessly. Mello looked back to see light being reflected on the red-head's goggles, from his DS of course.

"God, it's so fucking boring here. L is being an arrogant bastard and working on all the fun cases himself...well even when he does need help he always asks for Near's assistance. What does he see in that pathetic boy? It's not right."

"Mmhm." Matt simply responded.

"Ugh, I'm going out for a walk." Mello grabbed his fur coat and slammed the door behind him. Matt didn't even flinch.

"Yeah yeah.." Matt waved a hand at the closed door, without looking up from his game.

Mello headed out into the darkness. He inhaled the sweet night air. He lifted his head back and opened his arms. He breathed in and was about to breathe out when an object smacked him in directly in the face.

"FUCK! What asshole!!!?" He screamed.

He looked down to see what had hit him...it was a notebook. "Oh." He said, bending down to pick it up. The book's title was scratched up and difficult to comprehend. He stayed bended, and opened it to read the writings inside of it. He smirked devilishly. "Nah..." His smirk got larger at every line he read. "How fun. I'll have to try this out."

He galloped back into his house. He wasn't sure if he should tell Matt about his discovery. He wanted to test it out first, so he wrote down Matt's name and some unique details. He walked passed the unknowing Matt, and sat down behind him, taping his foot. He looked at his watch...the hand ticked 38..39..40.

Matt robotically shut off his DS and walked over to where Mello was sitting. His eyes were glazed with determination. Matt bent down to Mello's height, and put his hand on his face. He leaned in, and gave Mello a kiss...thrusting his tongue inside Mello's mouth. Mello stared back at Matt...his eyes were so empty as they were locked in the kiss. He pushed Matt away and ran to the notebook. He read what he wrote "Mail Jeevas french kisses Mihael Keehl."

"Oh-ho." Mello laughed. "I don't believe it. This is golden." He turned to Matt, who was now back to normal and staring at Mello in confusion.

"...what the shit just happened?"

"Oh, nothing." Mello smiled as Matt shrugged, and returned to his game. Mello petted the notebook.

"Ah boredom. The desire for desires..."

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Light Yagami sat in the peace and quiet he so rightfully deserved. He was finally enjoying the peace until his phone rang obnoxiously...

"Hi Light! How are you?" Misa Amane screamed over the line. Light cringed.

"Fine." He sipped his coffee.

"Where are you?"

"Java Hut."

"Oh, I'm right around there. I'll come and meet you in five minutes...I have something for you." She said happily.

"Uh.." Before Light could finish, Misa had hung up. She was indeed there in five minutes. The model arrived with a newspaper in hand.

"I picked up this newspaper for you, Light. I know you are looking for a job, so I figured you'd want to look at the job section."

"Thank you, Misa." Light said taking the paper and flipping through the pages.

"Speaking of jobs..." Misa began to ramble on about her career....how much she hated the paparazzi...how much she despised sweets, and models who ate too much. She complained that many girls were more famous than she was. Light tried his best to evade her speech, and read the job ads. He looked intently...nothing caught his attention until he read the following:

"Local detective searches for intern. Must be intelligent, must have enjoyment of the law and be willing to work a great deal. Will pay pretty money. Please contact "1-777-MYMAHW" before the 24th for more details. Must schedule interview time."

"...and I am now at rivalry with that insanely popular Korean model Ja-" He cut her off with the wave of a hand.

"Misa. I'm going to call this number, this looks interesting."

"Oh." She coughed. "How exciting!"

"Please refrain from speaking..." Light reached into his pocket for his cellphone, reading the number on the paper and dialing it.

The line rang once...twice...thrice. Then someone picked up.

"Hello, M speaking. Are you calling in reference to the ad? How may I help you?" The anxious voice said.

Light cleared his throat.

"Uh, yes. I'd like to have more details about the ad?"

"Yes, yes of course. So, to be straight with you...you will be paid 100000 yen for two months. You need to be smart, and have minute experience with the law."

100000 yen? That was much more then he was expecting. It couldn't be this easy to get such a position...could it?

"Sounds promising. Would you like to conduct an interview?"

"Yes, I would like to meet with you to ensure you are worthy of such a position." The voice smirked devilishly. If only Light could have seen it...

"Er. Alright, I suppose I'll give it a shot." Light said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Excellent. May I have your name?"

Light looked at Misa. "Light Yagami." Misa smiled.

"Okay Light, I'd like to meet with you at 909 Kando Place for the interview. Tomorrow at 11:00 in the morning?"

"Sure."

"Ok, see ya later!" The voice hung up.

Light wasn't sure what how this would turn out, but he continued to sip his coffee and eventually exited the cafe with Misa at his side.

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"Matt, guess what." Mello stated cheerfully after hanging up his phone.

"What?" Matt mumbled, with his eyes closed and body scrunched up on the bed.

"Remember that ad I put out? To annoy the shit out of L?"

"Yeah, yeah." He shifted on his side to view Mello.

"Someone is actually going for it."

"No way!" Matt sat upright in the bed.

"Way." Mello plunged himself on the bed where Matt lay. "But you know why I'm doing it right?"

"Not exactly."

Mello rolled his eyes. "Jesus Christ, pay attention once in a while. Well, I figured that if L wasn't going to let me help him with any cases or with anything at that, I'll get someone else to help him. Help him...spice up his life."

"Hah, Spice Girls?"

"Shut up, ass." Mello lightly punched Matt's shoulder.

"I don't get your reasoning. You're going through awfully a lot of trouble to help L when you are angry with him."

"It's just for fun." He shrugged. "Since he doesn't need my help with anything, I'm giving him someone else's help." Mello questioned. "I'm molding an official escort for L."

Matt narrowed his eyes. "..escort? As in-"

"Yep."

"I think L is going to beat the shitcrap out of you."

"He can't deny it. He won't deny it. He's too sensitive to destroy another person's dreams. I'm picking a person who actually wants to do this internship. It's the perfect plan." Mello cracked his neck. "After I do what I need to do, L will be kissing the ground I walk on."

"You are mad." Matt simply said, shaking his head in disdain.

"I'm trying to help him out, kind of." Mello stressed to his friend. "Besides, the man is so fucking lonely he sometimes talks to himself. He needs some liveliness in his life."

"Well...after this dude realizes what the ad really was for, he'll run away in fear, or kill himself...most likely."

Mello looked at Matt with a pitiful glance. "Oh Matt, Matty, Matt." He said, petting the man's red hair. "I have a special device that counteracts your proposition."

"Hm?" Matt inquired, cocking his head to the side.

"A notebook."

"A notebook?"

"A notebook." Mello repeated

"What kind of notebook?" Matt asked.

"A maaaaaaaagical notebook!" Mello fluttered his fingers in the air in a circular motion.

"Cut the crap, Mello."

"Well I can't tell you how or where I obtained it, or I'd have to kill you." He waited for Matt's expression, but it was blank so he continued. "Let me explain." He cleared his throat. "This notebook allows me to control the actions of people by simply writing their name. But for a limited amount of time..."

"No way, man!" Matt yelled, bouncing on the bed excitedly.

"Way." He continued to explain. "The person is himself throughout the process. It's kind of an unconscious action. He doesn't know why or how he ended up doing it, but accepts it and believes he needs to do it...or something to that extent. After the time constraint is over, the person no longer continues the action. The person will loose his memory."

"All of it?"

"All of it."

"Wow, imagine the shitloads of stuff one could do with that notebook..." Matt said, in awe.

"Remember that french kiss we shared not too long ago?" Mello said, biting his lip.

"Er, no?" Matt said, leaning a bit closer to Mello.

"Exactly." He smiled devilishly.

Matt's eyes widened. "You asshole! What the hell have you been doing to me?" Matt yelled directly into Mello's face, gesturing his hands angrily.

"Calm down. It's no big deal." He got up and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. The room went quiet. "You're a good kisser."

"What the hell? I'm not gay, like you Mello." Matt yelled, indignantly.

"I'm not fucking gay, I was just testing the notebook out."

"Yeah sure." Matt said brusquely. "You're one evil man.."

"Don't be a dickface Matt. It's just going to be for fun..."

"Whatever." Matt just returned to his position on the bed, and closed his eyes once again.

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Light looked at his watch impatiently. A shadowy figure came strutting down the street. Once the figure was close enough in full view, Light saw him to look quite girlish--mostly because of his hair and slim figure. The man was in front of Light before he knew it. He was a bit frightened, but hid it well.

The man looked Light up and down.

"Well aren't you a looker?" He smiled.

Light tried to ignore the comment. "Are you M?"

"Indeed I am." He nodded. "Nice to meet you. Will you sit down here?" Mello motioned to the bench. They both sat.

"Before we start, I'd like you to sign this here contract." He pulled out a thick amount of papers from a folder, stapled neatly and handed it to Light. It must have been about 30 pages or longer. "You know, for liabilities."

Light glanced at the papers and quickly signed the contract, because Mello was staring him down.

Mello snatched the papers from his hand. "Okay, Light...Yagami. Let's go." He read Light's name slowly as he looked down at the contract. He then spoke arbitrarily.

"Question one: How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Good. Question two: What kind of law are you interested in?"

"Criminal Justice."

"Question three: What is your IQ?"

"200."

"Shit. Question four: How good are your deductive and inductive abilities?

"Really good?"

"Question five: What is your sexual orientation?"

"I'm--wait, what does this have to do with anything?"

"Just answer the question."

"I am bi-curious?"

"Fantastic. Question six: How flexible are you?"

"How..this is ridiculous." Light said, smoothing his hair back in annoyance.

"That was a joke, silly." Mello said, rising from his seat.

"Question six: Do you live for justice?"

"Of course."

"Well you seem to be more than qualified for this position! Since we haven't really gotten any other interested people, I deem you worthy enough to take this position. Here is the address to the headquarters."

"Really? That's all? Great." Light was taken aback. Mello forced Light to shake his hand.

"Now, if you will excuse me. I have some business to attend to."

He left Light alone on the bench.

He opened the door to his home and took a seat at his desk. He took out shiny, silvery notebook from the desk drawer. He rubbed it as if it were his own child. He reached for the black pen beside him and steadied it along the paper. He wrote:

"Light Yagami becomes an official escort for L Lawliet. Light Yagami gets to know his target well, and does whatever is needed to please him over the course of two months."

Mello closed the book in satisfaction. He stared at the notebook in a presumptuous manner, nodding his head in approval. He then reached for the phone and called Light.

"I'm ready for you Light. Just meet me at the headquarters as soon as you can."

"Okay. See you then." Click.

Mello couldn't wait to see the change in his subject's eye, a once unknowing eye that would soon hunger for completion of his mission. He liked this power, it was amusing. It was almost like he was a puppeteer in some children's show...no, no, it was definitely not a children's show.

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AN:

Rofl, it's a weird story...I know. x)

Onto chapter two...where Light meets L. Stuff is going downnnnn. ;] 3