Hello. In this story Matt and Mello both have parents. The Death Note ideas and plots are not really involved in this. I do not own these characters. Please note the name at the top left hand side of the page for that is the narrator of the chapter you are reading.


Matt

My parents have never been too religious. They just want me to be on a good path. A path that will get me somewhere in life. They have never really cared what I did before, that's how I got the idea to do what I did. But none of it seems like a big deal to me. I just wanted one. One was enough for me then never again. Just to see what it felt like, what it smelled like and what it tasted like. . .

I have been a student at Bellcon Anatomy for as long as I can remember. Just another privileged privet school for the neat and tidy-smart and studious with uniforms that made you want to puke. But you get used to the sickening shade of green the pants, skirts, and ties are when you have been here as long as I have.

Everyone knows me as the kid that gets away with everything. Privet school teachers are so easy to fool. I can do whatever I want as long as I have a plan of escape, and I always do. I've been here so long I can read the staff like a comic book. You think I would like it more than I do. But god knows I'm made for public school.

When I was younger I was the gum dealer of the school. Yes, gum dealer. Bazooka, Juicy Fruit, the biggies. By eleven I started dealing tobacco along with gum and eventually stopped selling gum all together. By fourteen, I was dealing cigarettes, cigars, and tobacco with skill and pride. Three years and haven't been caught yet. There is even a hand full of teachers I can trade cigars with for good grades.

My luck turned one morning when I realized I had been selling this stuff for years and I haven't tried any of it. I just never had a desire to. But now that I think about it I do want to try something. 8:03 that morning I ended up in the boys room lighting up a cigarette. Then it all happened to fast. One moment I was choking on my first puff, and then suddenly it was nothing but a little stub and Headmaster Tazzuma was swinging the door open.

I was busted for everything. Every last bit, the tobacco, cigars, teachers, the whole sha-bang. The next few hours were hell. My parents were called; they tried to get me to rat on my clients, rat on the teachers. I didn't say a word. Nothing at all. I'm not a snitch. Finally Headmaster Tazzuma dismissed everyone from his office but me. I knew this was coming.

"I'm sure you knew this was coming. . ." He said calmly folding his hands on his desk, "You know what you did was wrong." I sat back in the red wooden chair and crossed my arms. He continued when I didn't answer, "You could avoid this if you would just tell us the names of who is buying these drugs from you . . . . . . . . Very well." He stood and rolled up his sleeves, "Assume the position Mr. Jeeves."

I stood and walked closer to Headmaster's desk. I placed my hands on the desk and bent over. He pulled . . . it out of the bottom drawer of his desk. . . The paddle. . . It was bigger than I expected. I know kinky right? NO! THERE IS NOTHING KINKY ABOUT THIS THING!

The first smack sent vibrations up my body and a sting throb on impact. And the worst part might have been that I had to count out loud!

THWACK!

". . . one. . ."

THWACK!

"Two . . ."

THWACK!

"Three. . ."

"Who else at the school is doing drugs?"

". . . . . . ."

THWACK!

". . . .Four. . ."

THWACK!

"Five. . . ."

THWACK!

". . . . . . Six. . . ."

"What were the faculties giving you in return?"

". . . . . . ."

THWACK!

". . . . .T- twenty. . . seven. . .!"

THWACK!

". . . .Twenty eight. . . .!"

THWACK!

"Twenty. . . .n-nine!"

. . . . .Thwack this one wasn't as hard as the rest.

"Thirty!" the hitting stopped again but he didn't say anything. I stared down at the tear stains on the desk below me. Two more formed before Headmaster Tazzuma walked back to the other side of the desk. He leaned his hands on it getting up in my face, "You are not going to crack are you?"

I took a moment to breathe then glared up at him, "No way in hell. . ." I growled.

He pulled away, "I admire your loyalty, kid. If only you knew who to be loyal to. . . .You are suspended for two weeks. . . You're free to go." He walked out closing the door behind him. I dropped to the floor leaving my hands gripping the desk. I panted heavily. This has to be some kind of child abuse.

The next two weeks were hell too. My mother wouldn't so much look at me and I swear all my father can talk about it drugs, drugs, drug. The last day of my suspension they called me into the kitchen. That's when I heard the two craziest words I have ever heard them say.

"BIBLE CAMP!" I shouted jumping up from my seat at the table.

Father shouted, "Sit down, delinquent! And for the last time take off those ridiculous goggles!"

I did what I was told pulling my orange tinted goggles up to my forehead. Mother continued, "This is for your own good honey. You need to be set straight from these horrible habits."

"Mom I told you, I don't smoke, it was just that one time!"

Dad scolded, "Mail, you have been selling them for three years! Maybe longer! Who knows how long you have been lying to us! You are going to Shiroi Mizuumi Bible Camp!"

I zipped my lips. No matter how much I don't want to go, I don't want to make him madder at me than he already is. I stood from the table and stormed to my room, slamming the door as hard as I could.

I wasn't sure how to feel about tomorrow. I've been suspended for two weeks the buzz of my bust should have died by now. The though doesn't make it any easier to go. Everyone will probably be staring at me. The get-away-kid had been caught. I'm disappointed in myself. Why would I try it in the boy's bathroom at school? I should have stopped in an alley of something on my way to school.

I walked into the school the same way I have for year, like nothing ever happened, shirt untucked, hands in pockets, red hair askew, head down, and orange tinted goggles covering my eyes. The halls fell silent as I turned each corner. I could feel every eye on me. It was disturbing. I walked into my first hour class were balloons and streamers were hanging everywhere. The class was having a party to celebrate my return. They all called me a hero for not turning anyone in.

And that's how I got here. The second school was out for the summer I took an hour on a plan to fly all the way to the other side of Japan, had my luggage searched, like, four times, till finally after what seemed like days, I was pulling up at the front gates of Shiroi Mizuumi Bible Camp. I sighed at the look of the place. First of all, there was a sign above the front gate that said "God welcomes you." That creeped me out a little bit. I have always believed in a greater power but I was never set to one religion. I might be in over my head.

The head councilor opened my car door. He looked into the car and smiled at me. I leaned

back . . . can you say "pedophile smile?" He was younger than I expected-late twenties maybe early thirties-and dressed in one of those dorky boy scouts uniforms. He had cropped dark brown hair and the same color eyes. He asked a little too happy, "I'm going to say you are Mail Jeeves?"

I stared at him for a moment . . . What a damn moron. I nodded adjusting my goggles.

"Hello! I'm Shiryu. Well come on," He stood and took a step away, (thank god) "Don't be shy. Step out young man."

I did so without a word. When I reached back for my backpack Shiryu smiled, "No no. I'll get those; you take a look at the camp."

I backed off letting him get my backpack. I stepping in front of the gates of the place I would spent the rest of the summer in. I looked through the bars at the inside camp. The place looked . . . saint-like. Everything was all bright and fluffy. Boys ran about in white dress pants, white dress pants, and powder blue ties . . . I'm going to die . . .

I took in a deep breath and let it go dropping my head. Shiryu came up behind me, "My! My! That was an awfully big sigh. You home sick already?"

I glanced up at him, ". . . Not exactly."

"Oh come on. I know it looks a little dorky but you'll have fun!" he walked up to the gate, unlocked it and opened the gates for me. He looked over his shoulder, "Well you going to stand there all day? Come we have lots to do to get you settled!"

I reluctantly followed him. He closed and locked the gates behind us . . . I feel like I've just been locked in a prison. Shiryu walked me around showing me everything I needed to know: the church, the main house (for councilors only), the cabins (which were pretty nice actually. They were like life size, perfect Lincoln Logs), the camp fire pit, and lastly the councilors offices. There they gave me my uniforms, explained the rules, gave me a rule sheet, and searched my stuff again. I knew I shouldn't have tried to sneak a pack of cigarettes. Old habit, I guess. It doesn't matter. They already know everything so no one was that surprised. And guess what, Shiroi Mizuumi is an all boy's camp. I really do hate my parents.

Damn, there were a lot of rules at this place. It seemed like everything was bad. My rules sheet said,

Welcome To Shiroi Mizuumi Bible Camp

Hey, Hey! We welcome you, new comer, with joy and love into our humble camp. God is happy you are here with us. This camp can be loads of fun for everyone as long as you can follow these few simple rules.

Here at Shiroi we do not allow any drugs, alcohol, or any illegal substances

All music and movies played in the cabins must be approved by a councilor before playing.

We do not use words like: Damn, shit, ass, crap, sucks, hell, bitch, stupid, cunt, slut, whore, dick, dyke, loser, retarded, gay, the ever famous F-bomb, etc.

We do not use any slang words for the words above like: shiz, witch, mother duck, mother truck, son of a fish, etc.

All swimming will take place fully dressed

No food or beverages are allowed outside the mess hall

Campers will attend the 5 o' clock mass every Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

Breakfast is served at seven am

Lunch is served at noon

Dinner is served at six pm

Campers will not be tardy to nor skip any meals or masses.

Campers are allowed four tardies and two skips as long as a councilor sees the reason for so acceptable

Showers are functional during the hours of 3pm and 8 pm

No shouting the names of 15th century explorers

All forms of pudding are forbidden

All pranks involving underwear are punishable by law

All pranks are punishable

Tooth picks are for arts and crafts only

All taking of the Lord's name in vain will result in a severe tongue lashing

Any disrespect of the bible or other holy objects will end in the same

All sexual or romantic contact will result in immediate dismissal from the camp.

That last one caught my eye. What the hell is "sexual or romantic" at a boy's bible camp? . . . A shiver ran down my spine. I was lead to Cabin A3 where I was told to unpack. There was no one in the cabin when I entered and it stayed that way for a long time. I changed into my uniform and was almost done unpacking when two boys walked into the cabin. They were both tall and lengthy the taller one had bleach blond hair and green eyes, the shorter with long dark brown hair tied up in a pony tail.

I glanced over my shoulder at them, ". . . . Uh . . . Hi."

They exchanged glances then nods. Both of them walked up to me and grabbed each of my arms, "Hey! What the-" I stopped myself from saying 'hell.' The boys dragged me out of the cabin but before they got me out the door I resisted pulling back, "Hi nice to meet you too!" I shouted sarcastically.

"Shut up." Blond boy commanded, "He wants to see you."

"Who?" I demanded.

"Oh my god, move your feet." Pony tail guy scoffed yanking me to the door. Did he just take the lords name in vain. But he gets his tongue whipped or something stupid like that. I let them pull me out the door and across campus and through the forest that surrounded the camp. This is bible camp how bad could these guys be. Or this "He" they speak of.

After a while of walking I was pulled between two bushes revealing a group of kids, all wearing camp uniforms. Everyone had their eyes on me as I walked in . . . What is this some kind of club? I was thrown to my hands and knees on the cold grass. I adjusted my goggles sitting up, "What the hell was that for!"

I looked up with the intention to glare at the boys but she caught my eyes. Wait . . . this is a boy's camp . . . Oh My God! That's a guy!

A boy that couldn't be much older than me was sitting on in the middle of a tree that was cracked in half like it was a thrown. He was perched perfectly in the crack of the tree with all the posture and composure of royalty, gazing down at me with narrow blue eyes, as if I was of lower ranking to him, a servant or something. His strawberry blond bangs reaching to cover his eyes the rest of his hair falling in a short bob at his jaw line, blade straight and curled under at the tips.

The boy's long, slender legs bore the white dress pants and crossed defiantly one over the other. His left elbow rested on the tree holding his head up with his fist connecting with his lips. His right arm was resting in his lap. I had to do a double take as he brought a cigarette to his lips and took in a big breath of smoke.


I dont know if i should continue with it. I stopped here because the next chapter is going to be what Mello is thinking as he looks at Matt for the first time. Tell me if you think i should continue or quit while i'm ahead.