Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.

Author's Notes: So guys, I'm writing my first multi-chaptered story instead of studying for my exams next week. I'm going to try and update regularly, but don't hate me if I get writer's block or something D:

So anyways, now sit back and enjoy Actor Factor!

Pop.

That one small irritating noise coming from the vibrant pair of red lips beside him was enough to make Light wish that he had listened to Aizawa and gotten a private airplane instead of that yacht. But L had two yachts and he would be damned if he didn't have at least one. Besides, he was sure that he could deal with the ditz seated beside him for the remainder of the flight. And much to his chagrin, she just now seemed to recognize exactly who he was.

"Hey, kid. You're that famous actor, right? The one that dropped out of Bombs Over Bangkok?" she said obnoxiously loud, starting a wave of whispers to spread throughout the cabin. Just fucking peachy, leave it to the fans to only remember the negative about his acting career. Though he really did have a reason, he just wasn't going to party around the death of his sister like some pity story for the paparazzi to harass him about. His sister wouldn't have wanted that and it would have been a disgrace to her death.

Sayu.

During the making of his last film two years ago, it was discovered that his sister had breast cancer in its final stages, leaving her with a few scraggly months to live. She really would have been a beautiful woman, but she would never be given the chance to grow up. And so he resigned from the movie to spend her final months together. After her death, he had sunk into a pit of depression, but steadily arose from it. He knew he had to move on, his sister wouldn't have wanted him to wallow in his own despair for the rest of his life. And besides, he had much to do to catch up with his friends who had been flourishing during the last two years in his absence. No way would L ever beat him.

Mello, Near, Matt, Misa, Mikami, and L. All were popular names in the acting world, each starring in their variety of movies throughout the years. And to think that they had once lived in small dorm rooms crammed up tightly against one another eating ramen packs for every meal. Now he figured he could go out and buy that damn ramen company himself if he wanted, small smile tugging at the corner's of his lips at the notion. They all had come from one of the most prestige acting schools in Europe, each with their own specialization and talent that made them unique enough to get casted. But they hadn't gotten together as a whole group for years and now they were doing an entire movie together. It would be like college all over again.

"Yes, I am," he said, fake smile plastered onto his face. He simply couldn't have this girl running to the nearest tabloid to preach about how 'cruel' he treated her, it would surely end up on the front page and ruin his reputation. God, really. He would take Misa over this brat, at least the boisterous blonde had a smidge of intelligence compared to the redhead beside him. Not to say that he enjoyed being around Misa because she was next-to-bottom on his list. She was clingy, loud, and head-over-heels in love with him no matter how many times he pressed that he didn't swing that way. And she simply couldn't process it, leaving her selective hearing to concoct something he surely never said. Poor thing.

It was then that the fasten seat belt sign began to flash, signaling that they were about to land in England where they would be shooting the movie. And speaking of poor things, his phone began to vibrate to signal that he had gotten another text message. He didn't even bother, he knew who it would be from. Mikami Teru, while an intelligent and brilliant actor, he also happened to be head-over-heels for him and simply wouldn't let go. He had told him politely time and time again that he appreciated his love and such, but that he simply wasn't interested. The denials had gotten more violent after a certain incident where he'd had too much to drink and woke to find himself naked with Mikami leering over him about to pounce. And it had taken a hell of a lot of screaming to get himself out of that one, thankful to this day that nothing had happened. But really, Mikami freaked the hell out of him.

A sudden drop of his stomach and a few bumps later, they were safely on the ground, standing immediately after unbuckling his seatbelt in hopes of avoiding the crowd that might wrinkle or stain the neatly pressed white shirt that fit snugly around his frame. And after brushing the imaginary dirt off his khakis and grabbing his carry on bag, he was off. His shoes clacked along the metal stairs as he descended off the airplane, relieved to see that his traditional black limo was waiting for him with his baggage already loaded in the trunk and a man with a noticeable afro waiting for him.

"Hello, Aizawa," he said politely, hitting the ground and moving over to the vehicle, not bothering with much more of a greeting besides that before carefully sliding across the leather seats and waiting for his manager to clamber in after him. And once he did, the door was slammed shut and they were off to the set for their first day. He disliked the first day because it was a bit too social and consisted of going over the script he was sure they had all memorized by now.

Light played a boy of seventeen, only two years younger than the age he was at the moment, who discovered a Book of Death one day and began to use the dark power to eliminate all the criminals of the world. This draws the attention of a mysterious detective who believes 'Kira's' justice to be wrong, that part having been casted to L. Misa was a character that loved him immensely and found her own Book of Death but wasn't intelligent enough to avoid the police on her own. She later dies in the middle of the plot by the hands of Matt, she soon is replaced by the lawyer who was casted as Mikami.

Matt, Mello, and Near had various roles as their characters in the movie, especially after the part where L dies by his own character's hands near the end. But he'll soon follow him by a few gun shuts from the two kids, Matt having died right after he killed Misa. And then the world will slowly return to normal, conveying several different messages to the audience to digest it as they will. Well, it would certainly keep them on the edge of their seats, that much he was sure of. The writer was a genius, he'd have to thank him once he got the chance. If they got to meet him. Some writers took no interests in their movies at all.

He blinked when Aizawa prodded him, noticing that they had already arrived at the set and had blanked out the entire car ride. He liked Aizawa as a manager because they rarely spoke to one another and he left him to his thoughts, which were currently drifting to that of his counter part in the movie. He bustled out of the car, making his way through the set to discover that Mello had already arrived with Matt in tow, bitching about something that must have involved leather or chocolate, he swore. But he didn't care all that much, eyes glancing around the set to find the person he wanted.

He spotted a bundle of white in the corner, but certainly not a spindly pale man that he hadn't seen in nearly two years. And while he had tried to give some hurried explanation to him before he left, it hadn't come out right and must have left him even more confused than ever. L would accuse him of running away from their relationship, which had been on the rocks since the beginning in college and restarting when the shooting of the movie began after years of L pursuing him. L had never left a doubt in his mind about his intentions.

"Hello, handsome," a husky voice whispered in his ear before he recognized a familiar pair of fingers pinching his ass. Yes, never one for beating around the bush, was he? He had no doubt in his mind about his intentions. At all.

Smack.

"Ow, Light-kun that stung."

Smack.

"Don't you dare touch Light-sama in such dirty ways!"

Sigh.

"Is Misa-Misa's Light-kun here?"

Sigh.

"I believe Light-kun is mine, thank you very much."

Varied shouts.

Yes, much like college all over again.

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