Happy... er... late New Years everyone! After slacking off during Winter break, I've finally gathered my inspirations and started working out a schedule! So now that I'm more organized, I hope you'll enjoy!


"Why are we playing tennis?" Light asked, "Not that I mind."

L shrugged, "No reason."

"You don't look very innocent with that look on your face."

"But I have had people tell me I look like a drug addict, so your arguement is invalid."

"But-"

"INVALID."

"O-okay..." Light sighed, then narrowed his eyes, "Hey, are you trying to distract me from something?"

"No~pe." L said with his usually monotone voice, except that he popped the p.

"You're lying."

"No, I'm not. Honestly, Kira, why do you suspect me to HIDE something from YOU?"

"Hey, did you just all me Kira?"

"NO."


Meanwhile, Bob and B got onto Mello's plane, ready to take off.

Bob was nervously sweating.

I'm doomed I'm doomed that guy was Kira and he knew my name so I'm dooooooooooomed and it's only a matter of time before he checks my background and decides to execute me and he already knew my name I'm doomed I'm doomed I'M DOOMED!

"Bob Jones? Hey, speak to me, are you okay?" B asked, shaking him, "You're weird, talking to yourself."

"Humph," Mello snorted. "B, just ignore him. He has air sickness."

"We're moving you guys to England so Kira won't remember the two of you... hopefully." Matt added.

"H-huh? But to forget that brat, it's impossible!" Bob exclaimed, pointing his finger to B. "He's like the most unforgettable person out there!"

"Mmm, I like jam." B chirped, scooping some more from the jar like Pooh bear.

"Are you even listening?!"

"No. Should I?" B replied with wide, red eyes. Bob shuddered.

"No."

"Ah, there's something I forgot to mention," Matt suddenly said. He removed the cigarette from his mouth to blow a cloud of smoke. "You're on a one-way trip to the place were we lived. You're not allowed to go back to Japan by the way."

"WHAT? SO WE'RE BEING KIDNAPPED? BY YOU GUYS?

"Aw, Bob, you'll like it there!" B squeaked and peered over the passenger seat. "Are we there yet?"

"No, we're not, B. And Jones - it's not us who made this decision you know. It's all L and Near's fault. I don't know what they're on, sheltering a criminal like you..."

"Hypocritical, coming from a mafia boss," Bob muttered. "Wait, who's Near?"

"...But since B seems to like you, we'll protect you from Kira. For now. But as soon as you make a wrong move, we'll be emailing Kira an updated photo of you and remind him just who you are." Mello continued, the dim light in the jet casted sinister shadows on his face.

"...But who's Nea-"

"INVALID."


And there you have it! A little short though... oh well.