BeforeNote: Please, don't ask me where this came from XD. It was eleven at night, and as soon as my head hit the pillow, my brain was hit with this idea. Two months later, I added more, and this is what I came up with :D. Yes, this is a multi-chap.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, or Starbucks. Nor do I own Heaven or Hell, or Mu.

Six, unruly characters sat around in a circle, staring intently, boredly, uncaringly, stupidly, thinkingly, and analyzingly, at the lady in the corner. The poor woman was very intimidated by these people, except the stupid one, who, by observation alone, only seemed to care about her hair and nails. The other five looked like members of a freak circus.

The, now dubbed 'Circus Freaks', were in group therapy. Though not officially part of any entertainment industry, they needed therapy to deal with the past life.

Yes, they were all assigned to group therapy to sort out their problems and issues before descending off to either Heaven or Hell, or possibly Mu. No one is quite sure if it exists. Just ask the shinigami who left before Ryuk had a chance to finish the ending of his…interesting, story. That unnamed death god did not look too happy.

Back to the present, or middle, whichever you prefer (we shall dub it as 'The Middle'). In this circle, the first person from the previous life, now dubbed 'The Former', was a psychotic killer with a god complex, who went insane with a magical killing notebook.

We all know the story, so let's not get too much into it.

The therapist was a bit unnerved by the intense gaze this psycho was giving, so she quickly looked to the next person.

The second person was either a geek or a nerd, whichever the girlies in The Former thought was cuter. The therapist, now known as 'Trish', thought he looked handsome with his bored eyes staring at the boring ceiling as if it were the best, most interesting boring thing to ever have appeared in The Middle. He was obviously taken by the one with the uncaring gaze, for as soon as her eyes travelled downwards from his beautiful face, Uncaring shot her a glare so terrifying that she swore she could see the very fires of Hell in his deep, blue orbs.

The third person was not too bad, though his dark eyes and bags of skin beneath those seemingly emotionless eyes marked him as a total creeper.

Or an insomniac, whichever is less brutal.

Insomniac, known as 'Thinking', looked as if he hadn't slept in well over fifteen years. He looked starved, his clothes were too baggy, his lips were chapped, his hair was greasy and spread out in different directions, his knees were too close to his chest, and his thumb looked as if it had been through the mouth of a shark.

Why was she 'blessed' with servicing such people as these?

Her gaze finally went to Analyzing, who was twirling a piece of pure white hair between his index and forefinger. He looked at least somewhat normal, but he had the same, dark eyes as Thinking. Not wanting to waste anymore time (and not wanting) Trish decided that it was time to start the therapy session.

"Well then, everyone," she began cheerily, with a tiny hint of fear in her voice. "Let's start off with names, and why you're here. Or rather, tell me about your characteristics, or what you are and what you do. I'll start off first; I'm Trish, and I'm a therapist. Do you all get it?"

"Yes, lady; we're not stupid," Uncaring said while shooting her a glare. Trish gulped and nodded.

"Correction," Bored stated rather…boredly. "We're," he was pointing to everyone except Stupid, "not stupid, but the slutty one is."

Ah, so now, to Trish, she was 'Stupid Slut', or 'Slutty Stupid', or 'Stupidly Slutty'; so many combinations.

"Er…right. You can go next, and then-"

"Ahem!" a rather rude voice interrupted. Trish turned to see that it was Intense, and she shrunk back in her seat. "I should go first."

"And why the fuck would you go first?" Uncaring asked, clearly angry.

"Because I am God."

"Not anymore, you're not." This time, Thinking spoke up.

"Shut up L!"

"No, Intense; you shut up! Don't talk to Thinking that way!"

"Hey! Leave Intense alone!" Now, Stupid had opened her mouth, and Trish had to stop this before Analyzing could say anything about it.

"People, please!" she yelled, standing up from her seat and startling everyone. "This is not what I meant! Now, sit your asses down and cooperate!"

All six had shut up immediately, and in three seconds and one swift motion, had taken their seats and stayed quiet.

This was going to be a long six weeks for Trish.

AfterNote: In case you couldn't place the characters, Intense is Light, Bored is Matt, Uncaring is Mello, Thinking is L, Analyzing is Near, and, of course, Stupid is Misa XD. Of course, I'm not going to keep using these words in substitute of their names.

I am aware that 'analyzingly' is not a real word. Apparently, neither is 'boredly', because the red line keeps appearing. Ha. Those words are needed though, so it's all good.

Hope you liked it. Reviews are the sugar to my Starbucks coffee, ya know, the ones that come in the glass? XD I love them!