THE SWEETEST THINGS:
Prologue
Finally, he was something more.
Omnipotent. All-powerful. There was no shortage of words to describe him now.
Godlike. A savior.
Unstoppable.
His lips curved into a smile as he stroked the notebook's spine. Unstoppable. He liked that. He was the king of the new world.
But the king needed a queen.
***
"Mfgh...hello?"
"Matt?"
"Mel, oh my God! I thought you were fucking dead or something! Jesus Christ, where are you, mate? I been looking all over–"
"Shh, Matt. I can't really tell you. I mean, those mafia types and all..."
"Man, I'm just glad you called. I was so freaking worried when you left. I thought I'd never see you again. What happened? Where's Misa? Is she okay?"
"Hold up, mate. One question at a time."
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I s'pose I could be worse. I'm staying with a...friend. Can't really tell you where he lives, though."
"What about work?"
"I dunno. I guess I'm gonna have to be looking for a job."
"Haha. Me too."
"Huh? Whaddya mean?"
"I quit."
"You quit? Wher're you living now?"
"I found a flat. Rent's cheap and it's not too shabby. Took all my stuff with me and all of yours too, mate."
"Good man."
"You should come live with me. I got a job at this restaurant...they said they're looking for new people."
"I'll think about it. I've gotta go, don't want to wake anyone up."
"Wait, what about Misa?"
"What about her?"
"Is she...are you two..."
"...yeah. I think we are."
"Cool."
"Oh, and Matt?"
"Yeh?"
"Sorry about the window."
"It's fine, Mel."
***
"Misa, the studio gave us a day off!" Halle bounded in and leaped onto the bed.
Misa sat up. Her head felt as heavy as lead. "Thank God."
"I ordered room service. Want some? They make the best puddings here."
"Sure." She reached for the tray perched on the edge of the bed and removed the silver dome. The mixed smells of bacon, eggs and sausage enveloped her. Normally they were good smells, but...
Halle looked up, startled, as the Japanese girl bounded past her into the bathroom. Loud gagging noises resounded through the walls.
"Are you alright, Misa-Misa?"
"Y-yeah..." she rested her forehead against the rim of the sink, relishing the feel of the cool porcelain. "Just a bug or something..."
Inside her gut, a knot had begun to tie itself. Her heartbeat was so loud she thought Halle would be able to hear it. Slowly, avoiding her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she put a slender hand to her stomach.
Was it just her imagination, or was there a tremble of life in there?
***
The sun was roasting where Mello stood, clad in the white button-down and black pants the restaurant had required. Matt had stayed true to his word about getting him a job.
Today, especially, the place was pulling in the crowds. The heat was nearly unbearable. Mello had his hair tied up into a ponytail just to avoid it pressing against his sweaty neck. A couple of Band-Aids were helpful in obscuring his scar, and his former job had taught him plenty about toning down the glare he usually held in his eyes.
"Right. Will that be sparkling or still water?"
The demure blond girl had requested a table in the back. People kept coming over and taking pictures of her, and Mello wondered, briefly, if she was a celebrity. There was something extremely familiar about her face.
"I think we'll take it flat," a voice over his shoulder said.
Every vertebrae in his spine seemed to fuse together. He didn't raise his eyes until Light slid into the booth next to the blond girl. He looked just as suave and put-together as he had those few days ago, except for the bandage over his nose, which looked slightly crooked.
Of course. She was Wedy from Broken Wings. And that meant she was Light's boyfriend.
Light observed him coolly. "What happened to your face, man?"
That son of a bitch.
Mello faked a smile. "Biking accident."
Light's grin was enough to make Mello want to break his nose again. He opened his menu and perused it silently for a moment. "I can't decide. You surprise me."
"Sure." The smile was beginning to hurt Mello's face. He took the menus and went into the kitchen to give the chef their orders.
The prologue at last! I SAID I WANTED TEN REVIEWS, YOU STUPID FUCKSTICKS!
MELLO: Calm the hell down, Elle! These people have been so nice!
ELLE: But...I'm...so...angry... (begins to turn green and get bigger)
MATT: Wait, Elle! You're not the hulk!
ELLE: Oh, yeah. That's true. (Turns back to normal) Anyway, I'm sorry, reviewers. Just PLEASE, everyone who reads this story, REVIEW! Because if you don't review, I won't upload any more new chapters.