Sorry when I read this I couldn't help but laugh xD Oh, how I love my PM buddies...
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It's been 1 week and 3 days since Skyla's been here. I still don't like her, Matt likes her more than ever, and Mello hates her. At least, I think he hates her. That's what he tells me every single day. I'm not sure why he tells me that on a daily basis, but he does.
"Do you know how much I hate her?" He looks over at me from where he's sitting leaned over on the couch, his eyes narrowed down on me. He had his hands folded in a triangular form, making him look almost like a professional mafia boss.
"Yeah, you tell me on a daily basis." I say as I sit up from my laying position on the couch opposite of his.
"Whatever." He says as he leans back into the cushions, crossing his arms and glaring at the T.V.
"Trust me, I don't mind at all. It's almost reassuring." I lean forward and cross my arms, following Mello's gaze and settling on the small girl twirling the buttons on her controller next to Matt.
Mello smirked at me, as he does often. Despite it being almost insulting, one learns to get used to it. Actually, I think it's kind of growing on me.
"Oh no, I almost forgot! Roger asked me to help him clean up the toy room, I'd better get going!" The brunette spoke up from her spot on the floor (where she belongs) and bounded up on her feet. She knelt down and hugged Matt, then skipped over to Mello and gave him a one-sided hug. He closed his eyes in annoyance over her shoulder and it was my turn to smirk at him. That was a rare occurence, and I would jump at it any chance I got.
"Bye CL." She said almost darkly as she twitched her fingers at me, most likely an effortless wave. Emphasis on effortless. She darted out of the room and I could hear her light footsteps for a while until eventually fading down the corridor.
"Hm, helping Roger clean. Isn't she a sweetheart?" Said Matt, who obviously liked her quite a bit. Like every other cute girl.
"Yeah sure whatever." mumbled Mello.
"Adorable." I said with a fake smile that Matt already knew was fake.
Now that I was finally relaxed I laid down on my back again. Mello let out a frusterated sigh and stood up. I knew he was going down to the library again. He always did around this time of day. And he wouldn't get back until the very late, or early, hours of the day.
I sighed just thinking about it. He gave me a questionable glance.
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I had shooting practice today, which was perfect for getting out my frustrations.
I was practicing 35 yards away already, and I had already gotten used to the loud banging noise the gun provided.
I was told 35 yards was superb for how long I had been practicing for. That made me happy, since shooting was the only thing where I truly felt happy. The only time I could really let loose. Nothing felt better than pulling that trigger. Nothing.
Of course, with my luck, Skyla gets to come with me. How fun, right? Wrong. I was just glad she'd get to watch me totally dominate my target. I didn't care how much natural talent she had. Natural talent's nothing compared with experience. Or at least, that's what I thought.
"Target number 42, Skyla. You're breezing through this!" Said one of our instructors, cutting through me like a knife through butter.
"Really? Oh that's absolutely wonderful!" Chirped the shorter girl, followed by her infamous giggles.
Something snapped inside me that very moment. She was no longer just an annoyance, she was a force to wreckened with. I decided that very day that I would wreck her. That I would overcome her in not only rank, but this as well. This was no longer just a useful hobby, this was going to become a perfected skill of mine. I WILL learn to shoot the most difficult of targets, without mercy. I will learn to use my ammo wisely, and to understand the tenchinques of each and every bullet.
Today I realized something. The only way to get a perfect shot every time was to put the fiercest determination behind every shot.
"Target number 42, CL. You're really improving all of a sudden!" Yeah, improvement. That was my first step.
"Target number 47 Skyla, keep it coming."
"Target number 45 CL."
"Target number 51 Skyla."
"Target number 49, CL. We'll pick you up from target number 49 on Thurday." I let out a frusterated breath. I was so close! Next time, I promised myself. Next time...
"Hmp. I guess I'm really good if I can beat you so quickly when you've had more training. Or maybe it's not MY skill that's making you falter." She smiled and darted off in her frilly purple jacket. I shoved my hands in the pocket of my red hoodie and resisted the urge to pull the trigger on a whole new target.
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"So how was gun practice today ladies?" Matt asked with a grin at the both of us. Matt had to be the coolest guy ever, but only when Skyla wasn't around. But anyways, really? Gun practice? That's not what it's called.
"It's shooting rounds." I mumbled, crossing over to my room. Mello and Matt can go ahead and converse with her all they want, I'm writing in my journal. Yep, that's right, I'm writing in my journal.
I couldn't bring myself to write anything about my personal life, so instead I just looked over A's little message. It was finished, all right. Only what I now realize is that there's a continuation. This is what it says so far:
I told B my name today. I feel like I can trust him. He's been acting weird, though.
When I told him my name he almost acted like he already knew it. His eyes can sometimes look different though. Being the first person at Wammy's, there's tons of pressure for me to become the next L. It's starting to become too much.
I've won, I think to myself as I turn the page. The page with the following message had a number on the back of it, which of course Skyla failed to notice. She's not perfect afterall, that in itself is perfect.
426- The number on the back of the page. 426... I'm guessing it's a room number. I'll have to check that out sometime.
"Hey. I'm staying here until she leaves." Mello turned the corner and walked over, collapsing on my bed next to me. He always did act like everything I owned belonged to him as well. It was kind of annoying, but I can't really do much about it.
"Understandable." I muttered. For some reason, my frustration seemed to die down to some degree when he came in.
"So what made you so mad? And don't lie to me." Again with the demands. "She's better than me. At everything." That was the only thing I told him, fearing that talking about everything that happened would just rekindle old emotions.
"Yeah, I've been noticing with the ranks. She switches around a lot with that one guy whose name I can't read, but you never manage to beat her." Yeah. I've realized.
"I know. I'm just glad she never manages to beat you or Matt." If she did that, I wouldn't stand a chance.
"I'd die." I smiled at Mello's serious words. I knew she'd never be able to beat him of all people, although I could still see Matt stepping down for her. Matt doesn't care about becoming L. I guess that's why Mello and Matt get along so well.
"But if you die, than they might bunk me and Skyla together. Than we'd both die." I practically shuddered a the thought.
"Let's just not die." Smart, like always.
"That's a good idea."
There was another break of silence, and I allowed to just cool down during this time. Mello only remained laying down, scrolling through the pages of my journal, still trying to find something personal. He's been doing this for a while now, scanning through my personal items, trying to pick out something 'useful'. I've always had my suspicions about it, but he never found anything, and I'm sure he has his reasons.
"... Did you get sick of Skyla?" I asked, trying to distract him.
"I'm always sick of Skyla. If it weren't for Matt she'd be ruined."
"You think we'd ruin her?"
"Definately. She wouldn't last five seconds in this house without Matt. I can already tell this place is way worse than what she's used to."
"Hm. I wonder what type of lifestyle she had before this place."
"She was probably pampered like royalty. That's why her clothes are so expensive."
"How do you know her clothes her expensive?"
"She brags about them constantly." I couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Hah, clothes aren't going to get her anywhere."
"She has nothing going for her. She wouldn't ever be able to kill someone. Ever." That made me feel better.
"Obviously. Learning to shoot is useless." Why have the ability when you can't use it to full potential? That's why I had to beat her.
"Do you think you'd be able to kill a person?"
"Yeah. And I'm not montrous for saying so. Killing or capturing the guilty to save the innocent. That's how L operates, graceful or not." Usually L tells of the cases where he sends them to jail with a life sentence, no parole. However, he's been known to kill those whom he thinks would actually be able to escape jail, or are simply too difficult to capture alive.
"So what's your opinion of justice?" What's with all the questions? Why do you keep asking me questions?
"There's a thin line between justice and evil. I still don't know what my true ideals or mottos are, but I'm going to enforce them once I do."
"They wouldn't be worth anything if you didn't enforce them."
"Then I guess they'll mean something." Just then I heard a loud bang, and the sound of footsteps rushing towards my door. No luck, apparently Mello already locked the door.
"Mello? I really want you to game with me!" Skyla's weak little voice piped from behind the door, knocking quietly.
"No." His answer was short and to the point. I sat back down on the bed indian style.
"Pleeease? I really want to hang out with you some more!" Mello sat there motionless, and the short conversation between him and Matt re-entered my mind.
'You soo like her.'
'Hmm.'
I decided to have some fun with this.
"I think she wants to kiss you the most." I smirked at him again, and he only whirled his head around and stared at me, looking baffled. I guess he really did like her, seeing as how his cheeks very slightly changed a little bit pinker after a few minutes of intense staring.
"Shut up." He snarled, and I had to recoil. His eyes were harsh and cold, which they always were, though not nearly this intense.
"Come on! Let's go, I'm not leaving until you play with me!" Skyla, at this point, had picked the lock with one of her bobby pins, and now proceded in grabbing Mello's arm and pulling him out the door.
He gave me one last look before following her willingly outside. Willingly. Like he wanted to go with her. I narrowed my eyes at him in disgust. So much for "I hate her!"
He slammed the door behind him, making me wince slightly. Once I got over my moment of shock, I decided to go leave and check the ranks. At least it gave me something to do.
I opened the door quietly and stepped out into the main room. Mello and Skyla were gaming, Skyla so close she was practically leaning on his shoulder. Matt, for once, was sitting on the couch, and waved at me. I smiled and waved back at the one and only brunette who I actually liked in this room.
"Where ya goin' CL?" Asked Skyla's chipper voice. I was surprised she was actually pretending to care.
"Who cares?"
...Ouch, Mello.
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Spoiler Alert! (Not really): The guy's whose name nobody can read finally comes in to play! I swear, he's the only other OC I'm adding. PROMISE. PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I love them... they make me happy.