-Mello Wanka-
By: XxEijibabyxX
A/N: Mello is definitely the perfect person to be Willy Wonka! He's even got the perfect hair for it. The characters in this story are based off of characters from the real story, only changes were made because they can't be exactly alike. L is not dead because he is my favorite character and we all know that Death Note isn't Death Note without L.
A loud knock on the door startled Mello, who was engrossed in his work. It could only be them. Mello is the owner of the newly built chocolate factory in England. There was something about his chocolate that made it the best selling. If you walked by his factory, the essence of chocolate drifted into your nose, so sweet that you could almost feel it melting on your tongue. The secret? No one knew and Mello would never tell. The majority of the time, he spent in his office brainstorming ideas for new candy and different chocolates to invent. His office was rather tiny. Perhaps that was due to all of the boxes of chocolate surrounding him. There are very few times in which you see Mello without a chocolate bar. The gang usually brought them to him. By the gang, I mean his oompa loompas, also known as the mafia. They did as Mello told them. It was also them who were at the door. Mello broke off a piece of chocolate, which he put in his mouth, then set the remaining chocolate on his cluttered desk.
There was another loud knock, this time more impatiently. Mello opened the door and motioned the small group inside. Quickly he peered out to see if anyone was around, then went back in and slammed the door behind him. The small group, the oompa loompas, didn't look pleasant. Infact, they really did look like the mafia except for their lack in height. Actually they really looked like gangsters the way that they dressed, in jeans, white t-shirts, and several chains around their neck. Some were even wearing grills and some had one ear pierced. Unsurprisingly, they all carried a gun under their clothes. As for Mello, he dressed quite differently. He wore a tan suit with a bow instead of a tie under a long purple jacket with brown shoes. On his hands were white gloves and in one hand, he was carrying what seemed to be a cane with a sphere on top, which had red swirls on it. He also wore a purple hat with the initials 'M.W.' on it, even though "Wonka" was not his last name and "Mello" wasn't his first either but since there was some dumbass named Kira out there, he used a pseudonym to prevent himself from dying.
"Rod, Jack, Rashual, Glen, Zakk, what is it now? I'm not giving you a raise." Mello said, continuing to eat the chocolate bar on his desk. Rashual stepped forward from the others.
"Listen you slave driver, with all of the work that we do, you could at least give us one chocolate bar, ya feelin' me?" he said, trying to look serious. Mello pulled out his gun, just as Rashual might have expected.
"Listen shrimp, five chocolate bars is a whole lot. I need it to function. Got that?" Mello exclaimed. The oompa loompas weren't surprised. They knew that this would happen. They had to run the factory and bring Mello at least fifteen boxes of chocolate a week, and what did they get? Nothing. This is the first time that they attempted to interfere with Mello's chocolate obsession. It was futile. "What you CAN do though," Mello finally said, breaking the silence, "is think of some new ideas."
"Damn, why don't you just get an assistant dawg? Then they can help you or whatever." Jack said. Mello locked his gaze on Jack. For a minute, he thought Mello was actually going to shoot him in the face or something, but instead, he turned away from them all.
"Out now." Mello said brusquely. The oompa loompas fled the office and continued with their work. Mello stared into space, which meant that he was deep in thought. Assistant? What the hell? He thought. Wait...with more ideas, I could improve business, make me more money, then I can buy more chocolate bars!! Snapping back to reality, he smiled, picked up the phone, and punched in a number. It wasn't long before anyone picked up the phone.
"Hello?" A voice said from the other line. It sounded like a boy and he sounded like a kid.
"Near, I did it." Mello said, trying to hold back the excitement in his voice.
"Did what?" Near replied, keeping his cool. Mello was obviously calling him to rub something in his face...again.
"I beat you! I came up with the perfect idea for my factory. In your face Near!!" Mello said, then he slammed the phone down onto the receiver... the wrong way. Near, on the other side, before hanging up the phone, heard Mello laughing menacingly. He shook his head, hung up the phone, and continued stacking his dice. Mello began planning immediately, writing things down on paper and stuff like that. It seemed like it was going to be another one of those nights. Mello dozed off some time around two o'clock in the morning.
At about ten the next morning, Halle, a friend of Mello's, discovered him in his office. He was still gripping a pen in his right hand, lying on his plans which were now slightly covered in drool. Halle's way of waking him up was shaking him, which actually worked. Still half asleep, Mello took a few moments to identify the tall lady standing infront of him. "Halle? How did you get in here? The oompa loompas are supposed to keep watch for intruders, not that I mind you visiting." Mello asked.
"They fell asleep too." Halle replied, beginning to read the papers on Mello's desk. He shoved them in the drawer. Mello was furiously heading toward to the door when Halle stopped him. " Where do you think you're going?" she asked, trying not to sound worried.
"To kill those damn oompa loompas!" Mello replied. Then he stopped, remembering that he forgot two things. He grabbed his gun off of his desk and a chocolate bar, then continued on his way. Halle had no choice but to follow him. They went down the narrow hallway into another room, which contained the group. They were heading the other way. The oompa loompas and Mello exchanged glances, and then there was silence for a while.
"What's your beef Wonka?" Rashual asked. Mello gave them a look.
"Well, let's just say that a little birdie told me you guys were slacking!" Mello replied, biting into the chocolate bar. The others expected this. Three hours that they were asleep and that was it. That's the most sleep that they got the whole entire week! Jeez can't an oompa loompa chillax or was that a crime too? "Anyway," Mello finally said. "I need to tell you all something so listen up!" He brought back up the suggestion of having an assistant and agreed with the idea. Then he began explaining his plan. "There will be five people. Any five in the world that will have a chance, but only one will get it. In order to make them come here, they will each have to get a golden ticket." Surely he couldn't be plagiarizing the idea from the actual movie could he? "I have decided not to put the tickets in chocolate bars, since you buy so much for me, but I've been thinking and we are going to put them in apples. With all of these obese people around, they should eat something healthy instead of double whoppers and shit." The others looked confused.
"How are we gonna get the tickets inside the apple?" Rod asked. He did have a point. You can't just cut open an apple, then put it back together.
"You figure that out. Now, get cracking or you are all fired." Mello said. He informed Halle to leave, that he had a lot of work to do, even though the oompa loompas were doing everything. She did as told. Before the oompa loompas got to work though, one had to ask the question that you are probably thinking of.
"How are we going to inform the people about this?" Glen asked. Mello hadn't thought of that. Of course! They wouldn't buy the apples and find the tickets if they didn't know! He already thought of how to do that.
"Well, since everybody seems to watch the news, we will send out a broadcast three days from now on every channel that news is broadcasted on. That will give you plenty of time to make the tickets and put them in the apples." Mello replied. There was just one more thing that he left out about the apples.
"Won't the apples go bad eventually?" Rod asked. Damn it! Thought Mello Well, I could give them a limited time to get the tickets. Yeah whatever. I guess I'll do that.
"Give them about one month to get the tickets. I mean, that's how long it takes for an apple to go bad right?" Mello replied. After that, the plan took action. All they had to do now, was inform the news people about it.
Three days later...
Yagami Residence:
Light looked up from his work and glanced over at the shinigami, Ryuk, who was lying on his bed. Ryuk was laying next to a pile of apples in which one by one, was shoving them into his mouth. Light sighed, stood up, and walked over to his bed. He picked up a few apple cores.
"You know, your addiction with apples is quite costly." Light said, beginning to eat the last of Ryuk's beloved apples. He sat back down at his desk. "All of this damn work is making me hungry."
"You took my last apple! I was going to eat that you know." Ryuk said angrily. He stood up and began to walk towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Light asked turning towards him. He already knew the answer but asked anyway. Ryuk stopped and kept looking ahead.
"To get more apples, what else? You ate my last one. Thanks Light. By the way, do you have any more money? I think I might go to Wal-Mart this time. I heard that they sell fruit real cheap." Ryuk explained. Light shook his head.
"You know, if you are a shinigami, and nobody can see you unless they touch the deathnote, then why can't you just walk into the store and take the apples, then walk away?" Light asked. He hadn't thought of that up until now.
"Wouldn't it be a little weird if people saw a bunch of floating apples? That would scare the crap out of them." Ryuk replied, starting to walk away. "Well, I will try it and see what happens." Before he completely shut the door, Light interrupted him again.
"By the way, don't go to Wal-Mart. I know for a fact that bugs crawl all over their fruit. It's nasty. Go to Shoprite instead. Their stuff is fresher." He said. There was no respond from Ryuk and with that, he left. Light finally finished his work and decided that since there really wasn't much to do, and since he didn't feel like killing criminals and playing the role of God at the moment, he decided to just sit back and watch television. Just before Light was about to sit down, there was a knock at his door.
"Light? There is somebody here for you!" His mom called from downstairs. He opened the door and peered out to see none other than Misa Amane standing there. She was wearing a short skirt, and a body hugging t-shirt and she seemed happy to see Light, as usual. She gave him a hug and let herself into his room.
"Hi Light-kun! Are you busy? I was thinking that maybe we could go out or something tonight." She said sitting on the edge of his bed. Light sat down next to her.
"Actually I was planning to stay home if that's ok with you." Light said. He turned on the television. Misa's smiled slackened.
"Come on you kill joy! Gosh you never want to go out! You are always locked in your room. What could you possibly keep yourself occupied with all day long?" Misa asked, a little annoyed at the fact that this whole week, Light had blown her off to do what he wanted.
"I just don't want to today ok?" Light said. He was scanning through channels to see what there was to watch. Surprisingly nothing was on Sunday night. He finally came to channel two. No one really watched that channel but since there was nothing else on, and Light might be able to find more criminals to kill, he made an exception. He and Misa continued to watch.
L's Residence:
L left the room he was in to get something to eat, leaving his computer running incase anyone had to give him information or something about the Kira case. Entering the kitchen, he approached the refrigerator and opened the freezer. He browsed through all of the ice cream that he bought the day before. Finally, L selected one, grabbed a spoon out of the drawer, and headed into the living room .He grabbed the remote, turned on the television, and sat down onto the couch, putting his legs up as well, and opened the container of ice cream. Before he started eating, he noticed that Maury was on. His curiosity got the best of him, and he began to watch it. A few minutes went by and L was really getting into the show. Eating the ice cream now with his hands and not with any utensil, he began to predict what was going to happen next.
Lady: I KNOW HE IS THE FATHER I AM 900 PERCENT SURE!!
Guy: No! I can't be the father. She slept with 20 different guys!
Maury: We are going to find out the results right now.
L stopped eating and leaned forward towards the TV, eagerly awaiting the results as if he was finding out if his favorite sports team had lost or not. One of the men had handed Maury a big orange envelop. L watched as Maury took what seemed like forever to take the piece of paper out and read the results.
"He's the father. He's totally the father I just know it! It's so obvious!" L said to himself.
Maury: When it comes to the case of three year old Chaneyney, Joe, you ARE the father!
"I KNEW IT!!" L shouted jumping up and pointing at the TV. The ice cream container that was half empty almost flew out of his hands. L sat back down and started scanning through channels, covering the remote in ice cream, forgetting to at least wash his hands first. "Wow, there really isn't anything good on. Maybe channel three news is airing something interesting." L said. He turned the channel to three, and began watching.
SPK (Special Provision for Kira) Building:
Since Sunday when Mello explained his entire plan, Halle almost forgot that today was the day when every news channel was going to announce it. She entered the building and headed toward the room in which Near was in. When she got there, she found Near, as usual, on the floor surrounded by various toys and a half built city of dice. Now he was in the middle of building a house of cards, and he would have finished too, if the slight breeze cause by Halle walking by didn't knock it over. Near pounded one fist against the ground.
"DAMN IT!" Near yelled angrily, "I was almost finished too Halle! Why'd you do that? Now I'm pissed."Ignoring him, Halle walked by and sat down on the sofa. She turned on the television and scanned until she came to channel five. Halle decided to wait and not tell anyone about the broadcast. They might not believe her, and if they didn't watch then they'd have to find out from other sources. She recalled how the other day, Near was telling her about the phone call that Mello made to him, saying that he had some kind of plan, but didn't tell him. Now he was going to have to watch the television to find out what that plan was. Stacking the cards into a neat pile and placing them onto the wooden table against the wall, Near came over and sat on the other end of the couch, sitting the same way that L did. His legs were pulled close to his chest. "What are you watching?" Near asked.
"The news. I heard that there is supposed to be a special announcement about something tonight at seven." Halle replied. That was the best that she could think of without spilling out the whole thing. Without a response, Near continued to watch with her. Only ten more minutes left, and then it would happen.
Matt's Residence:
Matt sat in the center of his small room on a sofa, surrounded by electronics and video games. The TV was against the wall and was turned off. Matt was playing a Nintendo DS, black covered up with a skin, and was holding it almost against his face, furiously pressing buttons. "I only have one more level before I win the entire game! This guy is goin' down!" He said to himself. Just seconds later the system dropped from his hands and his mouth flew open. "NO!! HOW CAN I LOSE I WAS SO CLOSE! THAT GUY IS GOING TO DIE NEXT TIME! DIE HARD!!" He yelled, picking the system back up and turning it off. He decided to give it a rest. Matt only bought that game this morning, and was playing it all day, highly determined to beat it. To let off some steam about losing, He grabbed the remote, lit a cigarette, and started watching channel ten news. It was only one minute until seven. Just then the clock turned to seven o' clock and a broadcast swept over every news station.
The seven of them, along with the rest of the world, watched anxiously as a husky man with bowl cut hair, thick rimmed glasses, and a mustache in a brown suit began to talk. Demegawa. They were broadcasting outside of a Wal-Mart.
"LISTEN UP PEOPLE! We have a huge announcement to make about those delicious Wonka bars that a lot of you love to eat!!" He shouted, trying to build up suspense, which wasn't working. "It has been said by Mr. Wonka himself that he is choosing five people only, to come to his factory! The only way that you can get in is if you have a golden ticket, found in any apple that you can buy at any supermarket. If you don't get one, you could die! So start buying and start eating now to get your ticket as soon as possible! Demegawa OUT!" He said, running into the store, which other people were crowding into as well. In the background, you could see crowds of people fighting to get in. A lady finally carried on the broadcast.
"And already there are people swarming over the produce section in worldwide supermarkets, determined to find the tickets." She said. There were people running out of the store with armfuls of apples, which weren't paid for, and running back in to get more. They had a whole month, and it wouldn't be long before the tickets were found.