A/N: And now, after much procrastination on my part, I give you, my stalwart readers... CHAPTER 2!! Woooo!! I would like to thank all of you for reviewing, I really enjoyed reading all your reactions and opinions, and you guys really made this sequel worthwhile for me. I apologize for taking so long to update, I'll try to be quicker about it in the future. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I still don't own Deathnote. ...Oh wait! -Checks- ...Nope, no, still don't.

Chapter 2: Not Quite What You Were Expecting...

"So, Mello, isn't it?" Ms. Shelley asked brightly.

"No, it's the pope." Mello pushed back, balancing his chair on two legs.

"Right... Well, Mello, we have a bit of a problem now, don't we?" Ms. Shelley asked with an overly dramatic pout. Mello ignored her. "You see, Mello, here at Camp Sunshine, everyone is supposed to be happy, and having a good time! And I really don't think that counselor who's ear you stapled to the table was happy, do you?"

"Really? You don't think so?" Mello raised an eyebrow sarcastically. "Wow, and here I thought he was having the time of his life." Ms. Shelley shook her head violently, a smile on her face.

"Noooo, Mello. Those were screams of pain. And pain is bad." She said carefully. Mello stared.

"Are you serious?" He asked bluntly. She blinked, as though confused.

"What do you mean?"

"I stapled a guy's ear to a table." Mello pointed out. Ms. Shelly nodded encouragingly.

"Yes, that's what I'm saying, you shouldn't do that Mello." She smiled. "That is a no-no. Now, if you can promise me you won't do that again, we can forget allllll about this little baby mistake, and you can go to your cabin! How does that sound to you?"

"Like you're on drugs." Mello said.

"Awwww, are you homesick Mello?" The pout was back.

"Shockingly, yes." Mello replied. "Though not in the way you mean."

"Well, you know you can call home whenever you like." She said, in what she must have thought was a comforting tone.

"Look, I only stapled the guy because he tried to put me and Near in different cabins." Mello explained, already sick of the conversation, the counselor, the camp, and the ridiculousy cheery office he was currently seated in. An understanding look tried to cross Ms. Shelley's face, and died there.

"Oh, I get it, you want to be in a cabin with your friend, because you're homesick!" She looked proud of herself.

"...Yeah, sure, lets go with that." Mello shrugged.

"Alright-y! I'll arrange it then, go run along Mello! And no more stapling people!" She sing-songed, and spun in her chair to pick up a phone.

Mello left the office feeling faintly disoriented.

"That was weird."


Near sat on his bed, one leg tucked beneath him and the other dangling off the side of the mattress. He was watching, with little interest, one of his roommates attempt to solve a Rubiks cube. The other two were unpacking, and carving something on one of the bedposts, respectively. Rubiks kid was failing, horribly, but Near wasn't tempted to assist him in any way. He was content to watch, note the mistakes in his mind, and mentally solve the puzzle again and again from each new problem the other boy created.

Near's gray-eyed stare did not go unnoticed, however, and the kid soon grew uncomfortable.

"Uh... can I help you?" He asked.

"No." Near replied simply.

"...Why are you staring at me?" He continued, shivering a little.

"I'm not." Near answered, no change in his expression whatsoever.

"Yeah, you are!" The kid protested, tossing his cube over his shoulder, where it bounced off his pillow and rolled onto his sheets, still unsolved.

"Actually, I was watching your Rubiks cube." Near said simply. "You're not very good at it." The kid stared, mouth open, for several minutes. And then, he started sniffling. Near blinked, wondering how anyone could be so sensitive. The boy actually started crying, and then he stood and raced out of the cabin, sobbing his head off. The other boys had ceased their activities to stare at Near.

"Dude, what'd you do?" One of them, almost as small as Near and sporting unflattering dirty-blond corkscrew curls, asked a tad scornfully.

"It would appear that I upset him." Near responded.

"And, what, you think that's funny?" The second, who was roughly the size and shape of a large house fan, questioned in an irritated tone, glaring at Near threateningly. None of them heard the cabin door open and shut again.

"No." Near said emotionlessly. Roomie Two bore down on him.

"Oh really? Cause you don't seem to feel bad about it." He grunted, attempting to look intimidating despite his scrawny body and oversized head. Before Near could answer, the other boy was slammed against the closest cabin wall, and held there by Mello.

"That's strange." Mello said conversationally. "I could have sworn you were just about to do something really stupid." The kid looked like he was about to protest, when Mello put his face very close to the boy's, teal eyes flashing dangerously. "But you're not. Are you." His grip on the boy's shoulder tightened painfully.

"N-no." The kid winced. "I wasn't gonna do anything."

"Damn straight." Mello dropped him, and plopped down on the bed next to Near, as though the situation had never taken place. "Hey, what's up?"

"That was uncalled for." Near pointed out.

"So?" Mello yanked a chocolate bar from his pocket and unwrapped it in one smooth motion.

"Simply making an observation."

"Who are you two?" The first kid, with the dirty blonde curls, interrupted.

"You first." Mello challenged.

"Um... I'm Jerry. He's Phil." Curls said.

"I'm your new Emperor, and this is my consort." Mello neatly broke off a piece of his chocolate with his teeth. Near sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Mello." He stated.

"What? It's true. Enough." Mello took another bite of his chocolate.

"So... you're... gay?" Phil asked slowly, a horrified look on his face.

"So... you're... pathetic?" Mello mocked. "No shit sherlock."

"Hey that's bad language! You can get naughty points for that!" Jerry protested. You could practically taste the incredulity suddenly in the air.

"This is going to be a very long month." Near sighed.

TBC...

A/N: I apologize, again, this time for the brevity of the chapter... I'm just having a bit of writer's block surrounding this story, and there are a bunch of others I want to put up right now as well. I promise that I'll make the next one longer though! Please don't lose faith in meeeee! Oh yeah... and I apologize for the lack of Matt in this chappie. I'll make up for that next time, too.