Disclaimer: I don't own! If I owned Death Note, Matt wouldn't have died, now would he?
(A/N): hmmm. I hope this goes well….I like this pairing a lot. Don't judge. Haha.
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Why?
"...As for the suspect who was gunned down earlier we're still not able to identify him. Police are tracking the remaining suspects…"
How, Matt? How could you be so stupid?
How could you leave me alone...
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Chapter I
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Sayu carefully unlocked the door.
"I think it'd be nice if you took me upstairs," suggested Tarou. He was Mister Popular at school. Sayu had had a crush on him for the longest time and now he had finally shown some interest in her. They'd been unofficially seeing each other for the past two weeks, but it was enough to get Sayu's fantasies fluttering.
"Hmmm, maybe next time," replied Sayu.
"Next time?" the hungry and hopeful look in his eyes faltered. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her closer to him. He was muscular, just made for being built, and was tall as well. Sayu's slender body didn't even compare—so when he had taken her in an embrace, she felt trapped.
But in that good way.
She knew it was probably not the smartest idea. He was known for being a player. However, teenage thoughts flyaway with themselves and seldom want to return. Consequences are irrelevant when you're young.
He kissed her full on the lips, out of nowhere. It was how he always kissed her. Forceful (but not unwanted), steady and strong. And it always got her to say yes. But not tonight.
When he pulled away, she began to play with the collar of his shirt. "My mom's home. But she'll be away visiting my aunt in a few days. Couldn't you…wait?" She flashed her dreamy, innocent smile as she pulled away and stepped through the doorway. He was now no longer holding her, but kept a slight grip on her wrist.
Tarou was going to oblige. No doubt about it. He may have a way with women, but she had a way with everyone. Little Miss Yagami, innocent flower blooming under the shadow of her powerful father and her genius brother.
Who said she couldn't act?
"I'll see you at Hayate's party tomorrow night then?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah."
"Can't wait," he smirked, going in for one more kiss before departing the rest of the night.
He left, and Sayu cautiously closed the door. She rushed up to her room, barely making noise, like a swift breeze though the hall.
Her mom didn't know she stayed out so late.
Sachiko knew her daughter was out with her friends—but for studying purposes only. She didn't know Sayu was out until past midnight, because Mrs. Yagami went to bed at nine and her daughter's curfew was at ten. If there was anything Sachiko Yagami trusted her daughter with, it was bringing home good grades and going home at the appropriate time. When it came to boys, however, Mrs. Yagami (and Mr. Yagami) had built a large wall of standards and expectations.
Sayu made it up to her room without waking up her mom. With her back to the door, she slowly slid down to the floor, sighing in relaxation.
Her mom didn't know she was out partying. Tarou turned out to like her. She got good enough grades to get into a good college. She had enough money so she didn't have to live in this house anymore.
Wasn't life going the way she wanted? Secretly, anyway.
The parentals had no clue about the partying, and the boys, and the moving away. None of that.
She wasn't about to tell them anytime soon and shatter the image she had created for herself. She had Light, partially, to thank for that. His overwhelming position in life was enough to draw attention away from her.
Changing her clothes, she had heard a buzzing nose from her nightstand. It was her phone. And a text message from Miu.
Heard about your night w/ Tary Boy : )
Miu. Sayu didn't even like her that much. Well, to be honest, she didn't really like any of the people at school that much. Her friends? Yeah. Right. She only had a handful of real friends and Miu wasn't one of them. Miu was one of those girls that pretend to be nice and pretend to be there for you. Girls like Miu give you sweet promises of beauty and boys and parties that eventually end in drugging you up and leaving you out to dry for the flies.
However, Miu was part of the social scene. End of discussion.
Sayu threw the phone to the side, not caring were it landed for the night. She smiled to herself and plopped down on her bed, exhausted from the alcohol and music and dancing and flirting. It was all so much and not enough at the same time. Whatever it amounted to, it left her tired.
At least life was getting somewhere.
All of this—that she worked so hard for—the "friends" the house parties, the alcohol, the respect, the sneaking out, the perfect image, the perfect lies—this was as interesting as it gets….
Right?
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"The boys will be back from Japan anytime now. Let's hope those idiots won't screw up," Mello took an anxious bite out of the chocolate bar (more like block) that was sitting in the palm of his leather-gloved hand. "If everything goes according to plan, we'll have that damn notebook here in no time. I'd give it a few days before the chief cracks. At most a week. What kind of father would he be if he didn't?"
All but small, digital sounds of virtual crashing ships, laser guns, and explosions filled the air in the dark, hallow room. No voice answers Mello's. But he knows he's listening.
"Then again" Mello continues as the video game concludes the high score of the player. "We don't know anything about fathers do we…Matt?"
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End of chapter one. I'd like to know what you think. Flames and other unpleasant things are welcome.
Thank you for taking time to read this trash. Fanfiction is addiction.