Hey there, I'm back for mid-sem breaks...Sorry I haven't been updating, there were exams and stuff...and stuff...yeah, but I'm updating now, so :P...I can't promise that this will be good or anything, in fact, I was pretty worried that I couldn't write anymore, so forgive me if this wasn't up to expectations...My holidays are up to next sunday, so I'll try to write as much as I can and continue my stories, since some people seem unhappy that I always leave them hanging *sweatdrop*...yeah, anyway, REVIEW!

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Full Of Shit But A Pretty Good Liar

"Well, then, isn't that something," he said quietly to himself, smiling playfully as his fingers lightly laid on the yellowed keys, making slight feathery movements to feel how smooth they were under his fingertips before he clicked down on one.

He hummed, holding the note so that it lingered even as the tune began to fade. The C note was always his love, simple and basic with a classy out of place feeling to it. His index moved to lay pressure on the next key, C sharp. How bitter the sound, just like the taste of nicotine as he inhaled deeply on his lit cigarette before swiftly spitting it to the ground. Bitter as they were, they were his joy, a joy he could not let go of.

Before he realized it, he was quite passionately playing every chromatic scale in the musical history. He smirked, red hair sweaty and matted to his forehead as he fervently went on and on. Only in chromatics can one hit every single note, feel every resonating jingle. And then there were the arpeggios, how his heart would ache when he had to abandon two or three keys at a time, because that was the only right way to do it. He had a great love for the scales, though many overlook these fundamentals, perhaps that is why they were dear to him, because they were always underrated.

"Come on," he watched the blonde growl angrily as he tugged along a tired looking white boy. "Always such a fuss," he mumbled, sighing with a smile, putting on his gloves once more as he continued to observe the two with interest, keeping his right eye closed.

The two youngsters kept walking, venturing to what seemed like nowhere, one looking like he were going to explode and one looking like he were going to faint. What the hell had they gotten into again? The redhead mused. Nothing good, he thought, nothing good ever came from those two being together. A frown pulled his lips downwards as he could already picture how these events would inexplicably affect him soon enough. He was always at the sidelines, if not, he would be sandwiched in the middle of something horrendously ugly that had nothing to do with him whatsoever, it was inevitable.

The story of my life, he sighed again, somber.

He closed his left eye and opens the right, now seeing himself placed in a plain room with many glass windows and a big chandelier hanging over an elegant white grand piano.

"Play another," the little blonde requested, waiting with his ears perked up in anticipation. A little boy with bright red hair in a zebra-print shirt nodded, grinning widely before turning serious as he glanced down at the keys, fingers arched at the perfect angle in preparation which was brief with him playing beautifully, putting any grouchy, scruffy, old professional to shame, especially considering he had only picked up the piano not more than a month ago and from a loud seven year old blonde at that.

"Tchaikovsky, good choice," his young black-clad teacher praised softly, listening closely, intelligently interpreting the sweet music being created, reading the redhead with each sound which one by one was crafting the masterpiece.

Once it completed, applause echoed through the room, making the redhead blushed and blushed some more when the applauder wrapped his arms around him. "That was awesome," the blonde cheered, "I now officially graduate you from Mello's music academy," he smiled nodding to himself.

The blonde seven year old stuck a hand out, he blinked and shook it, quietly muttering, "I'm Matt," finally speaking his first few words since his arrival to the strange orphanage.

Green eyes opened, lighting another cigarette. How life is quick to change (even in the afterlife)… He breathed in the poisoned air, recalling when he had befriended the blonde and how he had started to silently despised him, and how he begun to love the rambunctious fellow only after death. How sweet the irony, so sweet it was disgusting…

No one could have known, but he wasn't as honest and trustworthy as he appeared to be. But it wasn't like that was his fault, at least he never let it get as bad as how things were between Mello and Near, that was the least he could say from himself. Near, that guy has always been a pain, and the redhead too had his fair share of negative feelings towards the pallid child, although he wasn't one to go shouting about it, just as his supposed best friend did. At least he had more control over his competitive side, or maybe he was just better at masking it, whatever the case nobody likes to lose and being third best wasn't the most sort after thing in the world. He huffed a smoky breath as he recalls how Mello would rant about being left out just because he was second, imagine the neglect he had received being third. He never complained though, he wasn't a sore loser, but he wasn't satisfied either. Life's unfair, so just suck it up, that was his motto.

As life went on, the redhead continued to cling to the blonde even though it wasn't out of friendship, that had managed to thinned away like cheap paperbacks, he merely found the boy amusing to be around with, just like video games which he had traded the piano over for.

"Hey, give me a break. Since when are Japanese police allowed to carry such big guns. You got me, I'm part of this whole kidnapping, that means you'll have a lot of questions, you won't shoot-" And badda bing badda boom, he found himself here. Sometimes he wondered how life would've been if he wasn't so nonchalant, if he hadn't always been acting the fool, if only…

It's all your fault, a little voice said to him. I know, he replies as he saw Mello incinerating in his right eye, followed by flashbacks of Near's death that he found too agonizing to even describe. The boy's death had been anything but peaceful. All his life he had a shallow way of looking at life, it was short and it was meant to be about living to the fullest, that is partying, drinking and getting laid, never really being overly attached to things, you lose some and you gain some, right? But when you see two people you've grown up with, waste away in front of your eyes, there's surely some guilt, some humanly emotion floating to the surface, although he never knew guilt could be so flexible and take on so many other forms, turning into something affectionate. Strange, truly it was strange.

"Bring the redhead to me and we'll talk business, if not, get lost," the beast sneered, it's eye sockets still bleeding and missing of eyeballs.

Told cha, the redhead humored himself, staring at the huge board in front of him where it was scribbled, 'Mail Jeevas'.

"Full of shit."

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Yeah, so I hope you didn't think that was full of shit, it took a lot of courage and determination to write again, I really hoped you guys like it...once again, please REVIEW!