Yay, Chapter 3!~ Wow, this one took a surprisingly small amount of time for me to write. The administration office at my school must have creative vibes going through it. It probably does, because how else can they come up with the punishments they come up with in there?
Oh, and I've been forgetting to add a disclaimer. (Have I? I feel like I have...)
I don't own DeathNote. If I did, we all wouldn't need to write yaoi for it. I'm just saying.
Mello's POV
B clicked off the speakers and turned in his chair. He was wearing one of his... smiles, if you could call what he was wearing something so peaceful. Well, at least it wasn't a sadistic grin.
"Teru," his cheerful voice made all of us shudder, except Near, little freak. I glanced over at Mikami. He was shaking. "Positively lovely job bugging that phone. Was it difficult?"
Mikami quickly jerked his head no. "J-just had to... Um..." he shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts under B's dangerously cheerful gaze, "I-I had to sneak into... the targe-"
"Matt," B prompted.
"Oh! Yes, M-Matt's apartment and... um... place the-the bug. Not d-difficult at all." He did a sort of nervous giggle, then messed with the hem of his t-shirt.
B nodded, seemingly pleased with this response (or Mikami's obvious terror, you could never tell which with this guy.)
"Near, thank you so much for getting Matt's contact information."
The little albino freak twirled his stark-white hair around his middle finger and met B square in his violet eyes. "It was really no problem." I swear, Near looks to this guy like some sort of fatherly figure, like a protector instead of a threat. Sick little freak.
"Yes. Now," B stood and started for the door, "you will all find your rewards in your rooms. Mikami, it's your turn again in three hours at the Caged Bird club. Don't be late!~"
As soon as the last sounds of his footsteps disappeared into the house, we let out a collective sigh of relief. Except Near, who was still as unemotional as ever. Like I said, freak.
Mikami and I make our way to our room. Near gets his own room because that little ass-hole is such a b carbon-copy, and since B gets his own room, so does Near.
When we get to our room, Mikami completely ignores his reward (a collection of photographs of a police agent he's been stalking) in favor of curling up under his covers, while I immediately start making excellent use of mine (lots and lots of Hershey bars). Mikami shot a hand out to grab a photo from his reward pile and bring it into his cave for comfort or something.
"Mikami," I stated through a mouthful of chocolate, "Are you just going to cower under the covers every time you interact with B?"
"Maybe, if he keeps being such a creepy weirdo."
I snorted and sat on my own bed. "Mikami, that guy was creepy and weird when he was conceived. Possibly even before that. He stops being weird when you get over that Light guy, so I'd get used to it."
The comforter-blob shifted at the mention of That Name. "Never, never, never associate such a beautiful and perfect being as Kami with such a cast-off of society! Light is-"
"Yeah, yeah. Perfect, beautiful, probably good in the sack, et cetera. You've told me at least 17 times. I get it now.
Mikami sat up in shock. "Not probably good, Mello, definitely!"
"Um, Mikami-"
"Because, I mean, have you seen his muscle structure?"
"Mikami, seriously, I don't-"
"I mean, anybody with legs like that has to be good with his-"
"WOAH, Mikami!" I shouted, covering my ears with one hand and one chocolate bar.
Mikami just looked at me, a mix of innocence and creepy-stalker-gleam in his eyes. "Is something wrong, Mello?"
I just snorted and fell back onto my bed and picked up my book. Mikami just shrugged and laid back down, muttering to himself (or more than likely his photograph).
We sat like that, silent except for the snap of chocolate and rustle of paper form me, and mutterings and sighs from Mikami, for a good long while. Somebody started the washing machine upstairs a while later, but then it was quiet again. A bit after that, B knocked on our door with his childlike tap-tap tap-tap, and when we both turned, cooed out, "Mikami, get going! We don't want to be late, now, do we?"
Mikami swallowed and got up, straightening his shirt and walked out, B ruffling his hair on the way. He then turned to me, winked, and said the phrase that always made me shudder.
"And this is where the game gets fun."
ENTER: CREEPY STALKER: B.
So, yeah. How was that for a longer chapter? Eh? Eh? So B freaks Mikami out. Because he just seems creepier than Mikami, srsly.
{Side Note: I can't think of a title for the newy-version of Secrets. Does anybody have any ideas on what I should call it? If you do, just leave it in a review.}
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