Title: Drama at Julliard

Disclaimer: Should read DeathNote by Tsugumi Ohba (writer) and Takeshi Obata (artist)

Rating: R for Mello's mouth and mild sexual undertones


Chapter Three: Sleeping with Light

Were those tears in Mello's eyes?

L gawked in amazement as he watched his two heirs regain their wits after their spectacular showdown of verbal atrocities and fisticuffs. They both stood, Mello swiping his (teary?) eyes and Matt rubbing his bum as though it were bruised.

"You fucking git, you got soap in my eyes!" Mello began maliciously, now vigorously palming his eyes.

"Stop rubbing them, Mello," L gently chided, pulling the boy's hands away from his red, inflamed eyes. There were tears rolling down his cheeks. L didn't mention it. Mello definitely would not appreciate him noticing. "You will only make it worse."

Matt walked over contritely. "Here." He had a cold, wet rag and before Mello could protest had it pressed firmly against the other boy's face. "Your tears should flush the soap out. Just hold still, Mello!" He pleaded kindly even though Mello struggled like a mouse in a trap.

"It's cold and it's your fault and I don't want your damn help!" He whined. Although after letting out this childish complaint, he settled down and let Matt tenderly minister to his wounds.

L watched the two adolescents go back and forth. Snarky comments aside, the two boys worked and handled each other in ways produced only by a long standing friendship.

"You two are really good friends, then?" L remarked casually when the other two were quiet enough to let him finally remind them of his presence.

"Hm? Yeah, what of it?" Matt answered, pulling the rag away for the last time to examine Mello's splotchy face.

"Get out of my face," Mello confirmed he was fine by pushing Matt quickly away.

He began stomping off before Matt called after him, "Yo, Mello-man. Have you forgotten something?"

As the blonde-haired devil stomped back towards L rapidly, he pulled out a piece of paper from somewhere hidden on his leather clad body. L didn't want to know from where and he wasn't touching the sheet of paper even with rubber gloves.

Mello thrust the paper in his face. L nearly fell over backwards in avoidance of it.

"Read it. It's our demands," Mello said unusually polite for him.

L shook his head, afraid to speak for fear that the movement would force him into contact with the offensive item.

Matt couldn't believe how socially incompetent these two were. He walked over and grabbed the paper from Mello. "Dude, whadda you do to him last night?"

"Nothing," Mello muttered irritably, folding his arms against his chest and looking decidedly like he did last time before jumping Matt.

"You used the F-bomb on L, didn't you?" Matt accused. "What other horrible things did you say?"

"No, don't you fucking walk away from me, Mello!" Matt ranted as Mello turned to leave. "We're in this together! You owe it to me to stay here."

"What the – owe you? You fucking gits, both you and Near, didn't have the balls. I'm the only one who went in there last night! And Light's fucking scary. No…I don't owe you jack!"

Again, L lost something in the translation until he was magically transported back to reality with Light's presence. Oh, this was about last night.

Matt patted the fuming adolescent's arm. "True enough," he said complacently.

"But couldn't you have shown L just a little love? Mello's glare of death was sent his way and he struggled on bravely.

Respect and Love, Mello-man. I'm always telling you. It works," he finished off sagely, looking at L for an affirmative response.

"Sometimes," L replied unconvincingly, plucking the paper he was revolted by only minutes ago from Matt's hands.

These weren't demands. It was a time allotment. A schedule of which heir had which male, L or Light, at what time of the day and for what purpose.

"You two need to work on your negotiation skills," L commented lazily.

He rolled his eyes when he saw there were no breaks for him and Light. No breaks? And hold up! There was no overlapping time for him to spend time with Light and the heirs. He was only allowed to be with Light for five hours while sleeping in bed? Okay, well, the in bed wasn't a problem, but Light needed at least five hours of sleep to function during the day. This schedule was never going to work!

He looked up from the sheet into the expectant faces of two adolescent boys.

"These are not acceptable." He folded up the paper and handed it back to Mello. "Revise these and I'll think about it."

"What's wrong with these times?" Mello demanded, holding his temper in hopes to keep L interested in the conversation.

"I don't see anytime for me to spend with Light," L truthfully responded.

"Why do you need any time with that fucking pretty boy out of bed?" Mello argued rudely.

L's gaze hardened and Mello knew he had pushed too far.

Matt quickly intervened, "Hold up dudes. Now everyone here cares for each other. We can figure this out, like the good little genii we are, right?" Mello? L?"

He looked between the two fuming Wammy boys and threatened slowly, "I don't need to get the soap again, do I?"

"I do not make it a habit to use foul language in front of juvenile delinquents, no matter how portentous they are," L blandly responded, but holding Mello's stare with a chilling one of his own.

"O-Kay," Matt replied skeptically.

How to divert these two? What weakness did these two have in common? Chocolate? Yes. Light? Oh yeah.

"Hey Mello-man, I just remembered," Matt began excitedly, "Near hid your stash of chocolate bars in the music room."

"What?! He fucking did what?!" Mello raved, his undivided attention pinned on the red-head itching to run away. The blonde-haired heir just might accidentally guillotine him, he was so blinded by rage.

L confused for the umpteenth time today, asked, "Why does Near take Mello's belongings and hide them in the music room?"

He talked even as he walked because Mello and Matt were racing towards the music room. Mello rigidly taking long strides like a military sergeant. Matt skipped along unfazed by everything for the moment.

"Oh L, can I have my DS back?" Matt asked.

L handed him the game console that he had pocketed during the boys' fight. "Is anyone going to answer my question?" He asked again.

"Near and Mello wage war all the time. Transformers taken hostage to be exchanged for kidnapped chocolate bars," Matt answered. "Sometimes they just glare at each other like you and he just finished doing."

L shook his head. "What are they teaching you here?"

"Oh lots," Matt replied excitedly. "It's just that Mello, Near and I… we just can get our work done faster and like to cause a little excitement to keep life interesting, you know? Boring sucks!"

L nodded in agreement before he realized he had just given the boy permission to raise Hell. Well Bloody Hell!

"Light being here rocks. Near loves him. Spends all his time with him and even naps in the music room," Matt went on happily, since L appeared to be on their side.

"We can get away with a lot more now," he bragged cheekily.

"How?" L didn't have a clue where this conversation would lead.

"Because you don't fucking pay attention to us when Light's around and neither does Near!" Mello bellowed as he reached the door of the music room.

He burst through it, suddenly halting mid-step and signaling L and Matt to be quiet.

A twin bed had been placed in the room sometime since the last time L had been in the room. On it, snuggled up against each other were Near and Light. L felt a shock of jealousy pierce his unemotional persona.

"See, always here. That's why we need a schedule. You leave in a month and we want a chance to be with you both too," Matt grumbled beside L as they watched Mello search for his stolen treasure.

"Won't you do something about this," Matt begged, airily waving towards Near and Light still sleeping.

Mello whispered in triumph. He grabbed the candy and headed towards the door. "C'mon you two," he pushed.

L gave one longing backwards glance at the appealing males serenely sleeping on the bed before turning to walk out.

"How often do Near and Light take naps in there?" he wondered out loud.

"Every fucking day," came the ballistic reply from Mello.

"Told you he would want a new schedule," Matt perkily mentioned.

He shot Mello a pointed glance. L hadn't responded. He was back to walking in oblivion, a frightening scowl on his face.

The scowl deepened as L thought about he should be the one sleeping with Light every day! Mello and Matt smiled conspiratorially at each other.

Near was so busted!