Re-Written~

Hello there, welcome to my first fan-fiction. It has been re-written or is in the progress of being re-written so please, If you have read this fic before, please read again to pick up the newly added pieces of information. Thank you. Oh, and a special thanks to by beta reader darkeninglight666.

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I do not own Death Note!

If I did Light would be gay and would be forced to have many makeovers by MisaMisa... But unfortunately... that is not how it is. I do, however, own my OC Eleanor Tailor.

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LightxOC/ LxOC

Chapter I: A Notebook?

Line, line, curve, dot, curl, line, circle, square, star, line, line…

"He found himself overwhelmed…and satisfaction, knowing that at long last his dream…come true…" was all I heard of the teacher as I kept zoning in and out of the English lesson going on around me.

Line, line, curve, dot, curl, line, circle, square, star, line, line…

"Eleanor? Eleanor? Miss Tailor! Are you paying attention?" Came the harsh voice of the students teacher, someone which most people would agree was not the best person to tick off. At first the recipient of the call did not respond because, of course, I had found something else that was more interesting than that of voice of my teacher.

Is he talking to me?

I lift up my head from its hunched position and shift my eyes towards the man who was currently standing at the front of the classroom. I took a look around me before realising that he was indeed talking to me.

Well I am the only Eleanor in the class…He must mean me…

"Yup," I mumbled with a soft sigh. Unfortunately, I continued in my head. As the man turned around once again towards his pride and joy... the white board, I aim a well practiced glare his way.

I don't see why he's targeting me…The dude next to me's playing on his DS for goodness sakes…What's his name? To-Tono- Uh…Oh, forget it. S'not like I'll ever need to know his name.

As you may have guessed, I am the teachers number one enemy, Eleanor Taylor, and I am boredas hell…not a good thing when it came to people like me, you could say that my methods of entertainment where... interesting to say the least.

Line, line, curve, dot, curl, line, circle, square, star, line, line…

For over the past agonisingly slow half an hour I've been continuously doodling in the back of one of my main 'needed' notebooks. What had once started out as a simple patter of lines had gradually evolved throughout the class into the complex pattern. The doodle kinda looked like the silly string my best friend redecorated the house with when he was five. There was no form, just random squiggles.

I do this most lessons. Doodle away until a teacher would yell at me to stop and pay attention, but it never lasted long; you could say that I had a very short attention span, I'd just say it bored me. I just didn't find the lesson interesting enough to spend the time and effort to pay attention what is the point? Now, if the lesson was sitting down and analysing various TV shows or movies... then I would definitely pay attention!

I was happily doodling when I was interrupted . He had leaned over to her desk.

He, It, Thingy…

A smug look washed over his overly attractive (not that I actually noticed, of course) face as he glanced down at one of my many doodle pages. I think I have more doodle pages than work in these notebooks…

"You know, Elle," he - Light Yagami - whispered as he stretched out a long slender finger towards the page of scribbles. "If you concentrate on the lesson as much as you doodle then you could nearly be as smart as me." I could hear the smugness in his voice, nothing new for him, nothing new at all.

"I'll pretend that was a compliment on my awesome doodling skills," I muttered back quietly, not straying from the page for a second. I was good at that, multitasking, especially when it came to Light Yagami. Another of my specialties was talking and pissing him off at the same time, I take a hell alot of pride in that one.

"All right. Mr. Yagami?" the teacher called out.

"Huh?" he asked, turning back to the front of the class. I smirked behind my fall of cherry red hair; he wasn't' listening to the teacher either. So much for listening in class.

"Recite the second paragraph for the class," the teacher sighed.

Did I ever actually learn his name? Probably not… Not like I care. Only half a year left and then I'm free. I never learnt any of my teacher's names, I had no reason to. Besides, if they did not respect me, why should I have to respect them?

"Sure." He stood from his seat next to me and couched to clear his throat. "Having finally made his dream a reality, he was overwhelmed, both by the magnitude of his achievement and by the joy and happiness that was brought to him." The smirk pulling at his lips had me rolling my eyes.

Wow, so he can speak English, not a big accomplishment.

"That was very well done, Mr. Yagami. But I'm, not surprised, of course. Absolutely flawless, very good," the teacher praised. He was practically beaming, which was the complete opposite to what he looked like when I came through the door that afternoon.

Stop praising him! I'm the one that's going to have to put up with his inflamed ego! I scolded mentally before turning my bored gaze back to the boy beside her.

Pfft, show off. He's not the only one in class that can speak English. But then again, I don't really count, do I? English was my birth language… Oh well, I'm still better than Light at it.

Wait…better than Light? Wow, never thought that would happen. I feel so proud of myself now. In my excitement I add a smiley face to my steadily increasing doodle.

But, I guess I shouldn't be to hard on him… I thought in a rare act of compassion. He hates being called on just because he's one of the smartest in class. He could have refused, I knew he was tempted to, but there was no need for a detention to mar his perfect school record, now, was there? He wasn't me, after all. I lost count on my detentions after I reached twenty.

Ah, bugger it, I'll be hard on him. I'm too lazy for all this compassion.

Once finished soaking in all the praise to feed his ego, he sat and turned back my way. His finger rested on his chin and his head tilted to the side, his auburn hair falling past his bright eyes as he did so. He looked like he was rethinking his previous words. Maybe it had hit him that I was far better at English than he was?

Ha! Yeah, like he's really thinking it over. He says what he wants to me and doesn't care if he insults me or not. Not like with the others…He'll always watch what he says. Keep his beliefs secret and go along with the population. I'm not like those ditsy popular girls. With me he's more relaxed - more himself. Maybe it's because I've known him for years… Doesn't give him the right to insult me, though, I huffed internally.

"Nah," he whispered, seemingly to himself. "That would be impossible. You, smart?" he scoffed. "That would be the day!" He laughed quietly to himself and my cheeks slowly flushed red, pulling at my tie in aggravation.

Today I was wearing the damned ugly school uniform. The black sailor suit with slutty skirt and all. Though I did all I could to pimp it up. Besides the sailor suit, I had purple and black striped mid-thigh socks, a purple and black striped tie. The skirt was slightly longer than the other girls. Heaven forbid I wear a skirt at home, but here it's mandatory. My black tennis shoes were scuffed from overuse. Thankfully, I've gotten away with the modifications all the way through school.

"And you definitely don't look the part of smart student," he added.

I bit my lip harshly to keep myself from cussing out loud. Why was it only him that could break down my cool composure and make me so angry I could explode, I would never know, but he did. It was one of his many unneeded talents.

Calm…stay calm. Breathe in, breathe out.

...

In…Out… Oh, to hell with it!

"Grrrrrrr! Damn him! If only I had a big long stick that I could shove right up his ar-"

"Detention Miss Tailor!" the teacher yelled. Another to add to my ever-growing collection.

Wait…the only reason I'd get a detention is if I said that- "Oh, shi-ugar!" I corrected quickly, seeing the reddened cheeks of the fuming teacher. "I didn't say that out loud, did I?" Please, please, oh, please say I didn't.

"Yes, Miss Tailor, you did," he confirmed. I pale, Oh crap. "And I would prefer it if you would shove a stick up Mr Yagami's bottom in your free time, not during my lesson."

That did it. The whole class burst into laughter. I try shrink back into my seat, even redder faced then before, wishing I could melt into the cheap creaky plastic to save myself the embarrassment.

Light was laughing, too. Damn him! My embarrassment faded and anger was left in its wake. "I hope you're bloody happy," I hissed through clenched teeth, spitting as much venom as I could manage through the sentence. But my anger had the opposite effect to what I wanted. You see, when I get angry, my English accent bleeds through. Even more unfortunate is that it amuses him. Bastard!

"Very. But, Elle, are you all right? You seem rather red in the face," he jibed. Forget the stick. I want a baseball bat. See how long he keeps the smirk with his head bashed in. My face now rivalled a baboons ass…or a tomato. I think I'll stick with tomatoes, I like them better. I sigh silently, I'm not normally this violent, light just brings out the worst in me.

I huffed silently, turning in my chair, deciding he needed a good bout of the silent treatment. But with nothing to concentrate on once again, I found herself grousing.

I don't see why I need to be in this stupid class. I am English. I'm just being taught everything again. If anything I should be given more advanced... I shudder, Math homework, at least then I may get away from him for once.

I glance back to Light and found myself unawarely starring. He had calmed down from his laughing now and was staring out of the window looking as bored as I felt. And that was pretty damned bored.

My gaze flickered to the window to try and see what he was staring at so intently. Nobody looks like that without a reason, so I leaned sideways in my hard plastic seat to get a better look over his shoulder.

Let's see…uh, I don't think he'd be looking at the other side of the building, no ones that bored. The students down below aren't all that interesting, so that's a no-go. I continue her mental analysis on the school grounds before coming to a stop as my eyes skimmed past something I had previously missed. Wait…what's that? Isquint as and try to get a better look at the small black blob.

Damn it, I shouldn't have forgotten my glasses today.

I don't need glasses all that often. I can't see things from a distance. Usually it's the board…not like I pay attention enough to actually get a look at the board, not like I pay enough attention to actually get a look at the board. Hell, if I had my way the school building would be a place I passed occasionally every now and again on my way to town - like Ikuto.

I was given an ultimatum. Sit at the front of the class shudder …or get glasses. You can guess which I chose. But today I was in a rush and forgot them, hence me copying out of Light's book whenever I can be bothered. It's a good thing we sit together in every class.

Not interested in the black blob any more, I turned back towards the dull classroom and took another glance at Light's own neat notebook through my long cherry coloured side-fringe, sneering a little as they fell in front of my eyes. Instinctively my fingers tucked the hair behind my left ear, fingers staying clear away from the right, they always remained in front of my face. Always. I tend to freak people out with my eyes, which is why my right side was never moved, but that was a story for another time.

My brows furrow when I see a doodle in Light's book. A freaking doodle. And it was a heart…

There are only three options here. One, he was not-so-secretly secretly gay (have you ever spelt his last name backwards?). Two, he's got an admirer (quite possible). Or, thirdly, he could have a crush...

Not possible, I snorted. He didn't want any troublesome relationships until after he got into college. He was too busy studying to have any 'fun'.

Hmm…I hope it's the first one. I love gay people! I've always wanted a gay friend. I start to doodle once again as I thought it through. Well, any friend, but that's not the point. Ooh, I could dress him up! Personal doll. Hair, make-up…I squealed inside my head.

I shake the thoughts from my head before I could go on thinking about any further torture I could bestow upon Light, though I really do secretly wished he was gay. Instead I found myself drawn back over to the window. As I looked back outside again and focused on the black blob I squinted a little, trying to get a clearer look.

Judging by its size and shape…I'd say that's a…

…

…A notebook?

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