Title: Drama at Julliard
Disclaimer: Should read DeathNote by Tsugumi Ohba (writer) and Takeshi Obata (artist)
Rating: R for Mello's mouth and mild sexual undertones
Chapter One: The Heirs Take a Stand
L wandered the Wammy's House halls aimlessly. Kids scattered everywhere in his wake. Unbeknownst to him, in his oblivious, asocial state, the scowl etched on his face was scary. Even genius children knew to run if an adult looked like that.
How could in two days time, he lose complete control over his life? He liked his heirs, right? They were, after all, his heirs. He was suppose to care for them, train them, and give them attention. And hadn't he done that?
L stopped dead in his ambling, oafish tracks, causing two Wammy children to fall on top of each other to avoid knocking him over. They had been hurriedly following behind his rapid pacing when he had paused without warning. Sprawled on the floor, they quietly disentangled themselves in hopes that he wouldn't notice. He didn't.
Why was he thinking so hard about this? He really should sit down in his trademark position. His I.Q. level and reasoning processes felt a bit off-kilter. He needed the extra brain power to figure this out. Didn't he?
If so, Mello was right.
In fact, just last night, he had wanted to ring Mello's scrawny pale neck. The brat had burst in on him and Light in the middle of some very positive progressing cuddling, despite his explicit withdrawal of the open door policy that usually was in effect when he visited.
Thinking back, the scowl on L's face formed into an even more unattractively shade of frightening and doors slammed as the children realized their idol was going from angry to irate.
What Happened Last Night:
"Dammit, Mello, you're supposed to knock now!" L harshly reprimanded, jumping out of bed and grabbing the hollering ruffian.
Mindless with irritation and behaving out of character, L forgot he was bare-assed as the day he was born. Mello, silenced by shock over his mentor's abnormally outrageous display of anger and unused to seeing any kind of over-the-top emotional responses from him, only stared, mouth unhinged, but eyes contrite.
Light tried to mediate between the two geniuses, sitting up quickly letting the blankets pool around his middle and leaving his bare chest exposed. "He probably just forgot, L. It's only the first night we've stayed here."
In typical Mello fashion, the quick-tempered youth didn't stay silent for long. Hearing Light's excuse set him off and his arguments came tumbling out in the whirlwind way the blonde-haired drama queen did everything.
"I don't forget anything!" Mello ranted, struggling against L's tight hold in hopes of choking Light. When he realized that wasn't going to happen, he turned on L.
"You cannot go making up new rules without discussing them with us first. We have fucking rights, you emotional retard. What're we supposed to do? Play dead. We're not your bitches. You'd rather fuck pretty boy here than spend time with us."
Trying to get his giggles under control, even though he had bristled at Mello's "pretty boy" description, Light couldn't help feeling sorry for L. Truthfully, L's heirs had a point and the man hadn't a clue. Seeing this new side of his lover was fun, especially since he wasn't involved.
"You—," Mello continued, turning towards Light and pointing accusingly, "Near demands we get visitation rights for you too. And I fucking agree. If L thinks you're important, it's our responsibility to make certain that's true! You could just be fucking with his head."
It was too much, Light roared with laughter. Catching his breath, he stared down not one but two irate Wammy geniuses. The former Kira hadn't been entertained so much, since, well never!
Neither one scared him with their threatening glances. He looked them both over menacingly before pulling the covers up to his naked shoulders. Lying down and waving a dismissing hand, he directed, "Sure, whatever you kids want, just take it up with L, but leave me out of the haggling process. I'll follow L's lead on this one."
"Now get out," Light commanded.
Mello felt victorious, before his suspicions at how easily the newcomer gave into his demands invaded. "You better fucking not go back on your word," he snarled.
"Do not think you can boss me around, Mello," Light warned. "The wrath of my justice is too much for even your hot-headedness to comprehend."
And despite Light's best efforts to suppress the Kira side of him, the glint in his eyes gave Mello a scary preview of what he meant. The young heir turned on his heel and regally walked out of the two older males' shared bedroom.
"That was uncalled for Light-kun," L murmured quietly.
"No, it wasn't, L. You have to be firm with smart children and meet them on their level. Anything less and they won't respect you," Light explained encouragingly. "You're obviously too soft on them. I think it's cute though."
Light patted L's arm comfortingly when he saw the other man's confused look. Then to show L he was worn out from the Mello showdown, he kissed his lover goodnight. As he flipped over to his side, L heard him lightly chuckle under his breath, "emotional retard, indeed."
If there was one description that L would never have termed himself, it was soft. If there was another description that L would never have termed himself, it was cute. Light had just used both of these to describe him. In a state of incomprehension and of something remarkably like embarrassment, L lay rigidly on his side of the bed for the rest of the night. It's not like he slept all that much, anyway.
To be honest, this story shouldn't exist. I had no plans nor desire to write it, however, the damn thing wouldn't let me be. So here you go. If it sucks, my apologies. Sometimes, my muse cannot be controlled or crushed. A sequel to A Paparazzi Love Story. It starts, literally two days after Paparazzi ended. Enjoy?
