AN- Okay, well, here I am after such a long time!! Sorry that I've disappeared off the face of the world, but with school starting up again I had to get my stuff together. Unless you go to the SP, well, I'm afraid you won't understand the pressure that's put on all of us. Well, just to give you a heads up, EVERLASTING, one of my first fics, is on hiatus. For how long? Depends when I get my muse back. Oh yeah, since you're never going to hear this in any other chapters
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note in any way, shape or form. If I did, Mello and Matt ould be still alive, as well as L, and BB and A would have appeared in the anime and there would be lots of yaoi going on in there.
Chapter 3-Painful Discovery
Sighing, I turn off my Nintendo DS. I was playing Tetris, but I got bored of it very quickly. I sat up from my bench and took a walk outside of Wammy's. It was lunch time, and everyone was either in the cafeteria or outside, playing football. I did neither one of those things, because frankly, I feel sick to the point of puking after I discovered a little piece of information that I acquired w hile earlier in English class.
Since I don't wan't to specifically remember what happened. It was not a scene for the weakhearted anyway. Let's just say it involved some questions on my part, and Mello getting pissed off. In the end, we both got a week's worth of detention. Great, I come here in hopes of starting my life over, and I get frickin detention the moment I ask him something. Well, the 'thing' I asked him about was the Succesor program. The Succesor Program had been established by , though it was not about him at all. L, as they called him, had been one of the greatest inventors in the world, which of course earned him a ton of money. He was a multi-billionaire, in all truth. But as Wammy decided, he needed a succesor. And I just found out that that creepy albino, called Near -who in their right mind would call their kid NEAR?- is the number one candidate to becoming the next L. Mello is appearantly second, and some kid in the class was third. He was insignificant, so I didn't even bother to learn his name.
Well,honestly, the whole program is bull****! Causing rivalries over something so trivial was so stupid and pointless, well at least to me. I have no interest in becoming the next L. I mean, whatever, who cares about a creepy old inventor who probably only wants to lure children into his huge mansion and rape them? Not me, though it was clear by now that everyone, EVERRYONE, saw L as the ultimate idol in their eyes. Even Mello does! Well, not everyone. Both me and Near hate L. I hate him because of what he does to us, and I've no idea why Near hates L. I just see it in his eyes. I'm a bit of an expert in identifying emotions, picking them up from people's eyes. Though Near has a mask of indifference glued on to his face for eternity, I can easily get past that mask and see all the different emotions running deep inside him. And everytime someone spoke L's name outloud, I could see two clear emotions, drowning every other one. Jealousy and Hatred. Why did he hate L? I would never know. The only clue I had was that Near looked at Mello once after he mentioned L, giving him the upmost showed hatred for most of the time, but then, for a fraction of a second, he showed one of the emotions I would have never expected him to every feel: sadness. No, it wasn't even sadness, it was depression at it's most extreme form it could possibly take.
Of course, that little piece of emotion dissapeared after he turned back to his toys. Transformers and Legos filled his whole desk, while mine was filled with video games, and suprisingly, Mello's was filled with chocolate and textbooks. I never saw him as the studying type, either. Well, I suppose since Near has the upperhand, he would try and suprass Near in every way possible. I pitty him, actually. He works too hard and Near doesn't even lift a finger. I suppose he is very smart. But, now, I wish that Mello would give up. He's wasting away with all that hard work! I've got to stop him one of these days, when I'm closer to him.
I suddenly get an idea as I lean against a tree. Maybe, just maybe, if I got closer to him, I could convince him to give up trying to be L! Yes, I would do exactly that. I smile to myself, though I know I shouldn't. My smile is very feminine compared to every single girl. It's sweet and could charm any guy, even girls, into doing what I want. But I never use it with that purpose in mind, because 1) I'm not as low as to do that and 2) That would give away the fact that I am a girl. And I do not want anyone to find out, simply because one of the reasons is that Aunt's boyfriend would beat me up more than usual. I do't want to think about that in this moment, this moment when I'm practically going to squeal. So I cover my mouth and sqeal as little as possible. The mere thought of me and Mello being friends made me giddy. He was very handsome, too. We would both benefit out of this plan I have thought about!
Then realization dawns upon me. How am I supposed to make friends with Mello? Mello, the intimidator? Mello, the bully? Mello, the bastard?Mello, the one that hit me and gave me bruises to add upon the others I have recieved from my Aunt's boyfriend? Mello, Mello, Mello... why can't I get him out of my head? Sighing, I take out a cigarette and lit it. One of the best things about living in England is that there are lots of trees and forests to get lost in. I took as drag, and breathe in the delicious flavour of the smoke coming out of my mouth.
"That stuff will kill you, you know?" a voice is heard all of the sudden. Who could have possibly looked around for me, the new kid? The antisocial kid who wanted to be alone and play his-her games. I hear the sound of chocolate being snapped and I know who it is. The one person who invaded my thoughts. Though I am very glad for him to come for me, why did he even begin to think that I would be here, in the mini-forest thing that Wammy has in the outskirts of the school?
"I know. Why do you care if I smoke or not? Unless you're secretly the teacher's pet." I say. I'm very annoyed at him. Why the hell would Mello, of all people, care about Matt, the freaky new student? I take another drag but this time, I let the smoke onto his face. I know, I'm a b with an itch. I can't exactly call myself a bastard, since I'm a girl. A girl with gender issues. A crossdresser.
He coughs, obviously he's never touched a smoke once in his life. "I don't care about you, I care about my health. And my hiding spot, too. If you infistate it with your smoke, where else will I go to when I need some peace and quiet?" he said with a snarl, snapping another piece of chocolate. I resist calling him a chocaholic, since he would probably beat me up, so instead I say it subletly.
"And? You're going to die of diabetes if you keep on eating so much chocolate." I retort back. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, this thing about becoming friends with him. If we were just going to fight all the time, why would I force myself to be friends with him? He's just as important as the next person: I care nothing about him. All that, however, goes away when he laughs. I find myself dazed when I hear his laugh. It was beautiful, like bells. It should be an insult to any man, but with him, it's appropiate.
"Ok, you win. If I don't insult your smokes you won't insult my chocolate. Deal?" he says, amusement clear in his voice. When I reach out to take his hand, time stopped for me. And that was very useful, as I took in his appearance. It was breathtaking. He was the most perfect thing I had ever laid my eyes upon. He had shoulder length blonde hair; and it wasn;t just one shade, there were ten different shades of blonde hair mixed in, which glistened when the sun hit it just right. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue, they were very deep, as if they were the color of the ocean. And his body, don't even get me started. Too late. His figure was feminine but yet still fitting for had a bit of muscles, which weren't gross as they were on some of the other boys. And the worst of it all? He was wearing leather, which clung on to all his body, as if were his second skin. He had a leather vest, which somehow ended at the hemline of his leather pants, though it opened just a bit so you could see his naval. And his pants? Well, I won't describe them too much. They clung on tightly to his um, manhood. And from what I could see, he didn't wear underwear under that. He had leather boots on, huge ones too. The one thing that completed his look was one of the most innocent and honest, which was ironic. A rosary held its place on Mello's chest. It was dark brown in color, and it's chain was too, but the crucifix itself was the central point of it. It had esmeralds, rubies and diamonds decorating it.
Overall? He was drop-dead-sexy. I might have drooled if not for the fact that I was a bit annoyed with him. Who was he to criticize my smokes when he himself was working towards a slow and painful death where in he goes fat? At least smokes aren't that bad to you. They kill you very quickly, so you don't have to worry about the pain too much. Still I shake his hand, and take another drag. It might be fun to try and be his friend after all. Maybe he'd turn out to be an amazing guy who's worthy of myself. Yes, he just might be a friend. Huh, a friend. Something I haven't had in such a long time. After I finished my smoke, I dropped it on the ground and stepped on it with the heel of my sneakers. I smirk boyishly at Mello. "Deal." I say after there was a long silence.