Title: Candy Kisses [Chapter Two-Point-Five
Author:
Endless-Kaoru
Rating:
M
Disclaimer:
If I owned Death Note, there would be a lot more Matt, Mello, and Takeda, a lot less Soichirou, and Misa wouldn't exist. And I'm not even going to pretend I own the Titanic.

Warnings: None.
Summary:
Aurora's first night at Whammy's….

A/N: Yes, you read right. This is chapter Two-Point-Five. When I was originally writing Candy Kisses, I got stuck after chapter two and decided I would write a little insight/gag chapter, just sort of spur of the moment. At any rate, there are other "-Point-Five" chapters, too, now -- each focused on a different character. And they just sort of show up randomly.

Candy Kisses

Chapter Two-Point-Five: Aurora-Point-Five
Aurora reclined back on her mattress, closing her eyes and sighing, faintly pissed. She would have much rather stayed with L than come here to this brat-infested school-house.
She shifted to her side, trying to find a comfortable position to lay in.
This mattress was nothing like what she was used to. It was too... soft. And the sheets were rougher than she was used to. It's not like she was particularly picky about where she slept -- she was 15. She could sleep on her feet for all she cared. But she still liked her own bed back in L's apartment. It hadn't even really been much of a bed -- just a lumpy futon with some soft, cottony sheets. L had had rather nice taste in sheets, actually.
She rolled to her other side.
Whoever was in the room adjacent to hers -- she thought it was that red-haired kid that the old man had introduced her to. He seemed like friends with the girly-looking-blond. She couldn't recall any of their names. Anyway, that kid was noisy. He snored like a freight train.
L had never snored, as far as she knew. He slept like the dead... the type of dead that woke up when people bothered their graves, and they'd reach up through the grave-dirt, and grab the person by the ankles and drag them down screaming. So that that person couldn't go around bothering the neighbors' graves. Yeah, L slept kind of like that... sort of. Maybe.
She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. That hadn't been the greatest comparison, she decided.
Tucking her hands behind her head, she followed a particular crack along the plaster ceiling. It was kind of little, and so the roof probably wasn't going to come crashing down on her head anytime in the near future, but just because it looked harmless didn't mean a thing. That little crack could just be the tip of the iceberg. Maybe they'd already had a contractor come in, but the contractor was kind of disgruntled, and so he just looked at it and said, "It's just a little crack." And maybe it was going to be like on the Titanic. They'd called in some experts probably, and the experts hadn't really been experts, and they'd look out over the sea and said, "It's just a little ice." And then when the captain heard that, he put the pedal to the medal (And what kind of phrase was that, anyway? It didn't even make sense!) and steered that freakishly huge ship right into an iceberg, but he didn't know he'd steered into an iceberg, because there was "only a little ice" and "only a little ice" couldn't take down the monstrosity that was the Titanic.
She rolled onto her stomach. At least then, if the ceiling started caving in, none of the dust would get in her mouth, and she wouldn't choke to death right away.
...If the ceiling caved in, would the redhead kid get dust in his mouth and stop snoring? She sort of wanted to go over and check on him.
Sneaking a peek at the crack in the ceiling, she decided that the crack was only in her room. So if the ceiling caved in, it would probably be contained to this room.
... Would anyone notice? These walls were paper-thin, but maybe that kid's snoring would muffle the sound. People would hear the ceiling come crashing down on her head, and they'd think, 'Oh. That redhead-kid's snoring shook something off a shelf again.'

Aurora glanced up at the ceiling one more time, then yawned. Well, the old man had said he would see her in the morning, so if the ceiling caved in and she couldn't get out, then he would at least come looking for her sometime before noon.