title: [Insert witty band name here - part 2
rating: T
disclaimer: don't own 'em, never will.
parings: Read and see.
minor spoiler: Everyone's real name.
Summery: The story is set in England's countryside where four good friends decide to form a band to pass the time. Alternate universe where the characters are the same age and in highschool.
We are also learning about the lives of Light and Sayu Yagami, and why they have been sent to London.
"Mello… we're going to be late… again."
"So? What of it?" Mello stopped what he was doing, "don't tell me you're not enjoying this," Matt's reply came in a quick breathe.
"Don't stop!"
Mello gave an evil smirk and looked up past the exposed stomach of his red-haired friend. He loved the sexual torture he could induce on the poor boy. Matt had said to him many times that they should stop fooling around, but it was always him who found himself yearning for Mello's touch. Which Mello, of course, was nothing but happy to comply with.
He gently squeezed Matt's erect member and put his lips to the tip, tasting the glistening pre-cum.
"Mello! Stop messing ar- ah!" Matt threw his head back in a sudden hot rush. The blond haired boy had taken him all the way into his mouth, massaging his tongue up and down the length. Matt jerked his pelvis involuntary when he felt the softest scrape of teeth and the tickling tips of Mello's hair across the inside of his thighs.
He was sprawled, half naked, across the old couch of the old rickety shed, legs wide open, breathing erratically and moaning, while Mello, bent over the couch arm, sucked him off, rubbing and grinding his own throbbing erection against the furniture beneath him. Once he had gotten into a particularly pleasurable rhythm with Matt's thrusts and the rocking of his own body, Mello gave a throaty moan.
"Ah god! Mello, I… can't hold… ah, much… longer," Matt gave up on talking when the pace started to pick up. Mello shoved his free hand down his pants, tugged relentlessly at the zip and pulled himself free. Pulling one knee over the couch arm onto the cushion, he steadied himself while he started to pump his own erection.
Matt curled his fingers through Mello's straw yellow hair and pulled lightly, making Mello squeeze hiss cock with the walls of his hot mouth. Matt cried out.
"Mello! I'm… ah, cumming!" He thrust up one last time while exploding into Mello's mouth, sending Mello himself over the edge. They both shook violently for a moment, Mello threw his head back to receive a little of Matt's cum down his neck.
After a minute Matt sat up. He stared at Mello's flushed face and hazy eyes. He slid a finger slowly up his chin, wiping off the sticky fluid and placing it at his mouth. Mello lifted himself until they where gazing intently into each other's eyes.
"Call this breakfast, do you?" Matt asked while rubbing the cum over Mello's parted lips. They kissed, forcefully, Matt flinching a little at the taste of himself.
"Yes," Mello said breaking away, "you're part of my four food groups,"
"Four?"
"Yes. Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate and of course, you… Hopefully covered in chocolate,"
"… Maybe one day," Breathed Matt. Mello's eyes shone. "A birthday present perhaps…"
The alarm on Matt's watch beeped, they were now two hours late for school. They rushed about quickly cleaning themselves up and dressing in their wrinkled uniforms. Almost out of the door, Matt gave a tug on Mello's arm.
"What is it?!" Mello snapped annoyed.
"Look," Matt pointed at the couch, where across the dirty old brown stripes was a clear-as-day cum stain, an impressively large one at that. Mello went a little pink in the cheeks.
"Fine! I'll clean it. You go ahead. And don't get caught by old man Wammy," Mello pushed Matt out the door, "We don't need another detention," Matt agreed and took off down the dirt path and out of the field gate.
Staring at the stain Mello was admittedly turned on, as at that moment the morning's events ran on replay through his mind. He sighed and looked down at his tightening school pants. Looked like he was going to arrive at school later than anticipated.
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It was morning break by the time Matt arrived out of breath and very flushed to school. He came striding up to where Near and L sat, high up on building A's roof. Their usual hangout area at lunchtime and break time (or when they decided to wag class, which was a lot these days) was the top most part of the school. They could see over past the schoolyard out onto the ocean line that surrounded the north side of their little town. It was quite a view to anyone who would see it for the first time, but to the boys, was just another old boring part of their lives.
"Late again. Where's Mello?" Asked Near lightly while he tinkered with his new model airplane. He seemed to be pulling it apart, even though it had come assembled in the box.
"Eh, You know him, he's a slow runner," that was a lie and Near knew it. There was a lot of things Near knew, but like most of the time, he didn't let on.
"Well we can't wait any longer," said L standing to face the low barrier that surrounded the roof's edge. Out of his backpack he pulled out a large stack of pink and green paper. Matt took the top one off and read over it with a bemused smile.
"Bored? Need a new hobby?" He started to read aloud like an infomercial presenter "Well why don't you audition for an up and coming new band? We're looking for someone with vocals that… kick ass?" He paused and looked up "L, this is just plain terrible. It's an insult to anyone who even remotely considers it!" L gave him a sheepish grin.
"I just wanted to make it sound… I don't know, exciting? Besides it was like four in the morning by the time I finished these, so sue me," Matt shook his head slightly in disapproval as he placed the paper back on the top of the stack.
"Whatever man. It'll be interesting to see if anyone will show up, I suppose,"
"Good. Right, each of you take a stack and go to another wall, and well, throw them over,"
At that moment, Wammy's was rained in a sea of green and pink. Students looked up in utter surprise and raised their hands up to catch the strange floating pieces of paper. It wasn't long until it appeared that every student was holding one and reading intently. L looked very smug with himself.
"I knew that would work," He said with a laugh. Near turned to him while throwing the last few sheets over his shoulder.
"You're going to take the blame for this, you know that right?" He said to L with a small flick of his hair. Matt nodded in agreement.
"Right, 'coz we're not gonna' pick them up, you know," Matt added. L waved a hand at them.
"Don't worry about it, they'll be gone by tomorrow morning," He stopped and smiled "The auditions are at lunch time after all,"
That didn't leave them much time, but it seemed that there was an excited murmur about the place as students made their way back to class. Maybe they had bought it thought Matt. Just as they were about to enter the science rooms, a disheveled Mello jogged up behind them. Matt gave him a stare while L patted him on the back.
"I never thought you were that slow a runner Mello," he said to his worn-out friend. Mello's eye twitched. Matt shook his head and went into class followed by L, but Near lingered. After a moment he said with a little grin. "Your pants are on inside out," Mello's face burned a hot red.
"Shut it Near," And he strode past him.
Lunch time came faster than expected and by the time the boys had arrived at the stadium, there was already a queue of the entire student body. Mello and Matt gaped, mouths open.
"I don't believe it…" breathed Matt.
"Told you everyone was bored," Said L triumphantly.
"That, or just plain stupid," Added Mello.
The boys sat at two tables they had dragged onto the court. They had sheets of paper and a pen each in front of them, so they could take down the names of anyone that seemed to be good at singing. Near had a feeling that people may appear to sound better with the acoustics of the stadium, so he decided that he would judge extra harshly. He was surprising himself by how involved mentally he was becoming in this. Maybe I'm bored too, he thought.
"Okay first person," Called out Mello.
The first person in the queue was a tiny little girl with glassy eyes. She didn't do anything for a moment, until L ushered her to start.
…
L wished he hadn't. He didn't know how to stop her without hurting her feelings. He wasn't sure if she was on the verge of tears or not.
"Next!" Cried Mello. And as she ran out of the stadium, it seemed she was on the verge of tears, which were now streaming down her face.
Next was a stocky boy with a very pink complexion. He kind of looked like a pig, thought Matt.
And he sounded like one too.
"Next!"
…
"Next!"
…
"Next!!"
…
"NEXT!!!"
They auditioned what seemed to be a hundred students, each one more painful than the last; it was starting to look like a lost cause.
"This is no good!" Cried L, throwing his hands up in the air. Near was glad they had stopped for a moment, as his ears were starting to ring.
"I've never heard such crap in my life! How do these people pass choir?!" Mello groaned despairingly. Matt could only shake his head in disbelief. Bad just didn't describe the past hour and a half.
Near took a deep breath. "How many are left?" He asked dully, looking over at the doorway.
"About twenty or so by the looks of it," Replied Matt weakly.
Suddenly a student burst through the opposite door, looking frantic and out of breath. All four boys jumped with a start.
"Sayu! Sayu where have you gone off to?!" He called. "Sayu please!" He continued to call out, but in a different language. L's stomach dropped. Oh shit, not him, he thought to himself. He suddenly had that strange feeling, like he couldn't breathe wash over him again. What was it about this boy that made him so nervous?
"Do you mind? We are in the middle of something here!" Mello slammed his palms down on the table and jumped up from his seat. The Asian boy stopped suddenly, caught off guard. Something Mello had always hated; was interruptions. He looked perplexed but only for a moment.
"I'm sorry, but could you help me? See, I'm looking for my sister. She went missing this morning. Please, I need to find her and make sure she is okay," Mello was taken back. He looked down at everyone; they too seemed to be surprised. L was looking strangely pale (if that was possible).
"We haven't seen any Asian girls around here," Said L quietly. Light blinked when he realized who it was. How is it that I keep running in to him? He thought bitterly. "But if we se-"
"Light…" Quietly from behind the stands, Sayu stepped out. Her face blotchy with tears and her uniform dirty from sitting on the ground. Light pulled a face slightly in disapproval before walking over to her.
"Light, I'm sorry, I was just so, so, I just wanted to think for a while. I didn't mean to make you worry, I'm sorry, I really am, I-"
"Hush Sayu," She flinched slightly as Light placed his hand gently on her head. "I'm not going to tell you off. Though I will tell you to go and apologize to Mr. Wammy, he has done nothing but welcome us, Sayu, and it is rude of you to throw it back in his face like this,"
She nodded.
"What do you think they are saying?" Asked Mello in a whisper, he never did listen in Japanese class.
"She was just upset about something, and he told her to apologize to the Headmaster for being rude," Near replied neutrally, like he was reading a book. Matt looked over at the people waiting at the door, except there were none.
"Oh great! They scared off the rest of the students! Now we'll never get a bloody singer for the band," Matt sounded generally frustrated about this.
"Well there's no helping it I suppose," L hung his head in disappointment.
"Do you say you need a singer for band?" Sayu, in her broken English, piped up, startling the boys a little. Light also looked startled.
"Yes," Replied Near in Japanese, "I'm sorry but we need someone who can speak fluent English, and I'm afraid you c-"
"No, no, not me," She stammered shaking her hands in embarrassment, "my brother, he can sing really well,"
"What?! Sayu!! That was one bloody talent show in grade 6, I mean really! Don't go sprouting such nonsense," Light fumed, folding his arms crossly. Mello and Matt found it hard to believe that this stuck-up guy could have any talent for singing whatsoever. He seemed to be such a prude, not to mention a real dick. And they didn't even know his name.
Suddenly L cleared his throat, as if he just regained his ability to talk.
"Well you did scare away all of our possible singers, I think you owe it to us to try,"
The nerve! Thought Light. How dare he say that he owed them anything, when he was late today because of that scruffy haired, baggy eyed idiot! Light imploded with anger and was about to explode when he felt a tug on his arm.
"Go on, Light, please?" Sayu's eyes shone brightly with the anticipation of hearing her brother's voice. What Light failed to realise all those years ago, was that he was a good vocalist. Everyone heard it that night, except for him.
He sighed and gave in.
"Fine,"
He stood before them for a moment, not quite sure how to handle himself for the next five minutes.
L gave him a weak smile; something Light found made him feel very strange. He ignored the feeling as best he could, took a deep breath and…
I'm alone and self-anaemic,
But sometimes you wake up,
If I could hold this hope inside my hands,
You'd understand they let us down.
I'm not asking for much,
I'm not asking for anything.
Mello was lost for words, (choking down the "Next!" he was so ready to yell) and Matt, so gob smacked he could have swallowed a fly and not noticed. Near masked his surprise and subtly wrote down the boy's name on his blank piece of paper. He was certain it wasn't the acoustics of the stadium being kind to him. While L, the most shocked of them all, was shaking slightly. He was captivated and could feel the colour return to his cheeks. Something kept stirring inside of him as Light Yagami's voice rang through his ears.
Light stopped abruptly.
"Happy now?" He spat bitterly. All the beauty of his voice had seemingly evaporated from his lips, leaving nothing but venom.
L nodded.
"Indeed. It seems we have found us a lead singer,"