The Wedding Singer

ChipsAhoypup

Disclaimer: I don't own The Wedding Singer, nor do I own Death Note.

Full Summary: Light is a wedding singer. L is getting married. What happens when the two fall in love?

Warning: Yaoi! If you don't like it, don't read it!

LxBB, LightxMisa, LxLight.

Light smiled and scanned the crowd of dancing couples. Another wonderful wedding. He enjoyed singing to the happy pairs. It made him strangely happy himself. He took a deep, quiet breath, and got ready for the next song.

"You spin me right round, baby, right round, like a record, baby, right round, round, round," He sang.

Once he finished the song, applause filled the room. "The best man is going to come up here and say a few words, so let's give it up for the groom's brother, Mello," Announced Light. A young man (or was it a woman?) ran up and knocked Light away from the microphone. He clutched a chocolate bar in one hand and the microphone in the other. He wore all leather, making him look like a punk, and his blonde hair went up to his chin, a bob.

"My brother… Near… asked me to be the best man… and I said, 'Of course, man.' And… when I was in rehab… and, uh, one time I couldn't find my car… because Near, you know, he's always been the dependable one… and I've always been the screwed up one… right, Roger? 'Why can't you be more like your brother? Near would never beat up another orphan.'" Mello rambled. Collective gasps came from the crowd. Light looked around uncertainly, trying to figure out how to get Mello to shut up.

Mello laughed for a moment, then coughed a couple times and continued, "Newsflash, Roger: Near ain't so perfect. Remember that time in Puerto Rico, we picked up those two… well, uh, I guess they were prostitutes, but I don't remember paying."

More gasps. Light had to stop this guy before he ruined the wedding. He struggled to get the microphone from Mello. "Heh, how about that, huh? How about that?" Light asked lightly, but Mello had to open his mouth again.

"I'm a person too, Roger, goddammit, I'm a person too!" Mello snapped, looking pissed.

"You're a moron," A person whom Light guessed was Roger replied. Mello made a face and turned away.

"The best man, everybody," Light said, gesturing towards Mello.

"The best man… the better man," Mello snickered. He banged his chocolate against the cymbal, and walked away, chuckling to himself.

Light made a kind, smiling face. "Uh… hey… we've all done crazy things in our lives, so—" Light was interrupted by a strumming sound. He turned to see Mello playing the guitar. "He's playing the guitar now, isn't that great? Heh… you're really good," He lied, not wanting to make Mello angrier.

"Yeah, that's good?" Mello asked, smirking and continuing to play. "I'm only the best guitar player in the world. Self-taught, no lessons, thank you very much, ROGER." Mello grumpily strode away again.

"Alright," Light sighed.

"You'll be divorced within a year," Mello growled from the back of the room. Everyone in the crowd gasped again.

"I think, uh, when we fall in love, the emptiness kinda drifts away," Light said softly. "I've, uh, done some crazy things in my life too… Then I met a very special girl… a girl who I'm actually marrying next week." Applause very quietly filled the air, for only a few seconds. "Thank you, thank you…" Light continued a nice little speech about love, and the fact that Near and his bride would be happy for years.

'Aww's filled the air, and Mello murmured to himself sadly, "That's a good wedding singer.."

Light decided to take a little break, so he left Mikami to sing to the crowd and walked away. "Give me tiiiiime," Sang Mikami from behind him as he left.

"Good save, wedding singer," Someone called, followed by more praise from others in the crowd. Light smirked to himself and continued walking.

"Hey, Matsuda, how come you're not out with your limo, what's up?" Light asked as he came up to someone holding a shot glass and leaning against a counter.

"The new waiter, that's what's up…" Matsuda gestured towards a young man with a hunched back, who silently was giving out food. His raven hair was a mess, all spiked up like he had just rolled out of bed. His clothes weren't very formal; a long-sleeved, baggy white shirt, a pair of jeans. Beat-up shoes with no socks. Light almost shuddered, but stifled it as Matsuda continued, "Boy, is he in trouble. He's gonna get it, and he won't even know it, and I'm gonna give it to him."

Light snorted, trying not to let his disgust show. Was Matsuda serious? "Take it easy, man. Who is he?"

"He's A's cousin. If he's half as easy as A, I'll close this deal at the end of the week," Matsuda murmured. Light vaguely remembered A, the timid waiter who ended up killing himself. Light still couldn't recall why A had committed suicide, but someone had once told him that he was under some sort of pressure of which Light couldn't understand.

As the raggedly-looking waiter walked by a table, his silver tray slamming into some poor guy's head. The guy grunted in pain, and the waiter stopped to apologize curtly.

"I don't think that's gonna happen," Light grumbled.

"Oh, please. It's his first day. Always takes them at least three weeks to realize they shouldn't date anyone at work," Matsuda replied with a vague hint of a smirk.

"For some reason, you like to be the guy who helps them realize that, don't you?" Light asked, unable to hide a smirk himself. Matsuda, you're such a pervert, He added silently, as his friend nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I do," Matsuda muttered.

"You want to be like Fonzy, don't you?" Light joked quietly.

"Yes, I do," Repeated Matsuda.

"You're on your way," Light assured the man, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of his wine.

Meanwhile, the new waiter was having some problems. He couldn't seem to get anywhere without people grabbing at his butt. He sighed in annoyance and headed into the kitchen. "Prime rib, please," He muttered in monotone as he placed a tray full of trash onto the counter.

"More prime rib, always the prime rib, make them eat the fish," Ordered the chef. The waiter sighed.

"Three prime rib," Chirped a pretty girl, her black hair up to her chin. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a tank-top.

"Your wish is my command, Takada," The chef said, turning to make more prime ribs.

"How come he's so nice to you?" The new waiter asked, turning to observe Takada.

"I let him look at my boobs at the Christmas party last year," Takada replied huffily. "Not my finest half-hour, but it's been a pleasant working environment ever since."

The new waiter sort of gaped. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and blinked.

"So, how's your first night going, L?" Asked Takada, saying his name in a whisper.

"It's just that being at this wedding makes me realize that B is never going to set a date, and I've been wearing this ring for two years and I feel like an idiot," L muttered dryly.

"Hey, you know what you must do?" The chef turned and opened up his coat, revealing the words 'Relax' splayed across his shirt. "Relax."

L gave him a puzzled look, and the chef simply shrugged, putting his hands up innocently and turning away. "I just feel stupid for moving here to be closer to him," L sighed.

"Okay, I think you need a break. Go out back and get some air, I'll cover your tables," Takada suggested, gently pushing L towards the exit.

Meanwhile, Light noticed a kid with a wine glass, looking woozy. "You okay?" He asked, retrieving the glass from him. "You gonna throw up?"

"…Yeah…" The kid admitted, his voice raspy.
"Come with me, man." Light led him towards the exit.

Mikami had finished his song. He looked around; that was the only song he knew. Defeated, he started the same song over again. "Give me tiiime~" Everyone in the crowd either stared at him, shocked, or glared in annoyance. Some were a mixture of both.

Light helped the kid outside, quickly ushering him to the dumpster. The kid leaned over and puked his guts out; Light instinctively looked away and noticed the new waiter sitting on the step, staring at him. "Hey," Light chuckled.

"Is he a friend of yours?" L asked, gesturing towards the young, sick boy.

A/N That's all for now. Whew. This story is long. Please review if you'd like me to continue. :3