Chapter three – Mazes, sleep and sheep
Authors Note: Hello again, people of the inhabited Death Note fanficton world. After that rather sad chapter, I bring to you another funny one... I hope *bites lip nervously* You guys, please review, because I really want to continue this, but with no input from my readers, I run out of ideas, so if everyone reviews and just gives me a fraction of an idea, then it'll get better and better, I promise. Oh, and warning, I'm listening to Rancid again :D
Nope, still don't own Death Note D":
When your alarm clock goes off at 2.30am, you know that you are going to be as pissed as a PMSing teen on crack. Such happened for everyone's favourite transvestite from Death Note, Mihael Keehl. In mere seconds, the alarm clock was in tiny little pieces were a rather angry blonde had smashed his fist down onto it. Despite always looking amazing in his tight (and painful to do the splits in) clothes, Mello needed his beauty sleep, as well as his foundation and guy-liner, because natural beauty just doesn't exist any more. Mello sat up in his bed and reached for his make up box, quickly applying some of the chemical-formula-that-kills-your-skin-and-gives-you-spots to his face. He was pretty sure that he was going to murder Matt in the most gruesome and painful way possible for setting his alarm clock five hours before his routine wake-up. he sighed and looked around the room, but he couldn't see Matt's sleeping form in his bed. Mello frowned and felt a sharp chop to the back of his head. He sunk into unconsciousness...
When Mello wakes up... (Mello POV)
Where the hell am I?
"You are inside a labyrinth." came a voice from my ear, I spin around and see nobody, but I can feel a small device in my ear. "I can see and hear everything you do, and I will be putting out traps to make sure that you don't reach the end of the maze, where a precious treasure is to be found." The voice said again.
"This is you, isn't it Matt...?" I sigh, he's supposed to be a genius as well, after all, we went to an orphanage for genii. But he didn't use a voice scrambler for his very individual voice. because he smokes and doesn't talk a lot, he's quiet and slightly raspy, he has a slight English accent (we're in Japan, so that's a big give away) and I've spent years with him in Wammy's, so I think that I know what he sounds like, what an idiot...
"...Yeah... it's me, my-choccy-covered-marsh-Mello-ey-friend. Get to the end of the maze and you get your chocolate." With this, I set off at a sprint, almost running into a wall when I got to a dead-end. What. the. hell. There were no other exits, this is the only way that I could go. Upon further examination, the wall shimmered a little, what if it was a 3D projection?! Looking slightly mentally retarded, I ran at the wall at full-speed like Harry Potter in those movies that Matt forced me to watch. I went straight through the projection, and almost fell down a fucking huge hole!
Matt's POV
I watch the screen as i see Mello spontaneously decide that the huge hole was just a projection, and he walked straight over it. Or, that's what would've happened, if it was a projection. I can't help but laugh as Mello falls down the hole, he'll hate me, but falling down that hole is the shortcut to the end. I turn my head around and look at another monitor, this must be what Kira feels like, playing with his victims. I dismiss the thought immediately and continue to watch Mello attempt to fight off a big, fat, grey rat with a chocolate wrapper as he squeals like a girl. Whoops, I kinda forgot about his fear of rats...
Mello runs down the corridor at breakneck speeds, which is what he will do if he doesn't slow down, if he goes any faster, he'll run into a wa- Uh oh, too late...
Eventually, Mello makes his way around the maze whilst developing fears of knives, fire, water, lions and... carrots? I don't even know why he is no scared of carrots, there were no carrots in the maze, but when he got into his scary withdrawal symptoms, he started mumbling about giant carrots eating his hear and dying it pink... how they died it pink after eating his hair, I have no clue...
Anyway, now Mello has his chocolate, and I am dead meat once he realises that the wrapper is filled with concrete. I glance at the monitor...
Oh, craaaap.
Any reviewers, please continue to review, I beg you. I'm gonna be updating a hell of a lot quicker now, I'll be updating at school from now on.
Any readers whom don't review... please review, I have a certain black book in my palms... it is... my hardback copy of kingdom of the wicked by Derek Landy, and it's fricking awesome!
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