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.
