DarkChevalierAngel here! This is my first Death Note story. Anybody who's willing to help, I love you! They attend a Dance school, there is no Death Note (In it's literal sense), and some people just don't exist.

Theme: Crazy Mornings

Rating: T, for language and Misa's Stupidity.

Main Characters: Light, Sayu, Matt, Near, Misa, Mikami, Matsuda, Takuda, L Lawliet, and Beyond Birthday. (That's alot of people ya'll!)

P.O.V: Third Person Omniscent.

Sayu & Light P.O.V.

"Sayu, I'd wait on you all day, but we have school."

"I'm sorry big brother, I'm coming!"

At the bottom of the stair well in a semi-traditional Japanese home, a honey brunette waited, seemingly patiently. However, the barely perceptible tension in his right forearm told on the seventeen yr. old young man, whereas his face was lax and peaceful. Liquid amber rose to watch a small & petite girl bounce her way down the stairs, hair pulled into a ponytail low at the base of her neck. A quick once over, showed the brunette that the girl's uniform was unaltered, skirt tailored to brush the top of her knees, & her blouse buttoned just half an inch below her collar bone. Her tie was on and her shoes in place-because holding them in your hand because you're late doesn't cut it-as she waited at the door.

"There you go Ms. Lively. Bye Mom!" Light called out after tapping Sayu on the nose in a brotherly fashion. Walking out of the door, Sayu turned to Light, & with pure innocence asked,

"What will this year be like Light?"

Matt's P.O.V.

"DIE, DIE, DIE! You've gotten the blue shell twice, you banana'd Peach once, & you bombed me three times! So you know what Luigi? It's time for you to DIE, you filthy little-oh crap, I'mma be late! Yoshi, hold down the fort" A 'Mewmewmewmewmew' noise could be heard as shoes were being put on, and a mop of red colored hair shook as a, "Great, Daisy" left a quiet mouth. A dance bag was grabbed, along with a day old, open Coke. As the door slammed shut, the only sounds were the background music of a 'Game Over' screen, and headphones plugged into a still playing MP3.

Near's P.O.V.

Thin fingers lightly held a comb, as curly, yet untangled hair was pulled back from a round, pale face. Then after, hair was styled into a bun, and any stray strands of white hair were clipped away with a white hair pin. The comb was put into a white duffel bag, that was then slung over a slim feminine shoulder. Shoes were slipped on as the fifteen year old slowly walked out of the front door of the orphanage, Whammy's House in big, black, iron letters.

Mikami's P.O.V.

"Justice…will…be…SERVED!"

"You burned my eggs! Goodness Teru!"

A piping hot plate of black and orange eggs was relocated to the trashcan, as a second attempt at breakfast was executed.

"They fell out line…they defied Justice!"

"They were eggs Teru!"

"JUSTICE SPARES-"

"SHH! Flip now, rant later!"

"But-"

"NOW Teru!"

Misa's P.O.V.

"Red, green, navy, black! Anything but pink, huh? Modern wants to make us wear yucky black huh? Misa-Misa wants to wear PINNNKK!" as shrill voice shrieked, before a green wad flew out of the bathroom and hit the opposite wall. Soon after, red and navy blue wads sailed through the air, one right after the other. A young woman walked out, big blue eyes sparkling with irritation. She had on a black leotard, wearing a hot pink knee length skirt over it. The skirt looked like it would billow up and out if her hips so much as twitched sideways, being semi-transparent. It had a black lace border at the edge. Misa unfolded the hot pink material from over her shoulder and slipped it on, the mini shrug the same color as her skirt. A pink and black hello kitty purse was grabbed on auto pilot as Misa ran out of the house. Passing a sibling, she called out,

"Goodbye! Misa is leaving you now! For School!"

As the door closed in confirmation, her brother scoffed in exasperation at what he saw. Small black female ballet flats were left by the front door.

Matsuda's P.O.V.

Wha-BAM! Sliiiiiide … twitch, twitch.

"Ow! Geez, I have awful luck!" Matsuda wined, trying to stand up while holding the flat, top most part of his foot.

A small, dark rose red splotch was beginning to introduce itself to Matsuda's skin, and intrude upon the peace that his pain receptors had achieved that morning. However, standing while holding his foot obviously pissed gravity off, and so Matsuda fell again. This time injuring his butt.

"Geez and Cheese!"

Sighing in defeat, the ebony klutz resigned himself to sitting there until the pain receded, zoning out in the process. Fifteen minutes later he was rushing to leave, lest he be late for his junior year of high school.

Takuda's P.O.V.

One…two…roll…stretch, curve up!

As the seven thirty a.m. light snuck into the corners of a bare. Smooth floored dance studio, a petite girl rose into a sitting position. Shot hair framed an elegantly shaped face, and a small red mouth complimented a nose made for her face. However, the eyes seemed to contrast everything about the girl, almost defiantly. Eyes that either bordered on going blank, or could turn to hot ice at any moment, stared out of the only window in the studio. After a moment of staring, she slowly stood up. The petite lady passed a mirror on her way out, and after seeing her face stopped. A small smile threatened to break across her face, until she caught her own eyes. Her eyes narrowed, and with a deep scoff, she smacked the glass, leaving one deep spider web like crack.

L. Lawliet and B. Birthday's P.O.V.

We're out of strawberry jam."

GODD*MN IT!"

"I'd say you're already d*mmned if there's no jam."

S.I.L.E.N.C.E.

"Smarta*s?"

"Hm?"

"Shut up!"

L pulled his head out of the refrigerator, before closing it, a slice of cake in hand on a tiny paper plate. As he sat down, in walk someone who could very well be his twin, save the fact that he was four inches taller, and sported strawberry red eyes. Beyond arched one eyebrow at the other boy's choice of breakfast before plopping down into the chair at the head of the table, taking up as much space as he possibly could.

After topping a possible heart attack with sugar, a large helping of 'block half-my-arteries', and just a sprinkle of diabetes, L took his first bite. His eyes closed and his face broke into an extremely creepy smile. Beyond grinned from ear to ear, his red eyes shimmering in delight as he watched his companion finish his 'breakfast'.

"Let's roll Flight of Foot" Beyond said, motioning with his chin to the stairs that led to the downstairs bedroom.

L shook his fro of jet black hair, before standing up, slouching into an uncomfortable looking position and stuffing his hands into his pocket, frowning.

"I'm dressed and ready to go"

Beyond laughed sharply. "Suit yourself genius"

A/N: Well, the first chapter is pretty relaxed, just a bit of everyone. Some how, Mikami's POV was the best to write. Please Review my story, it would mean so much.