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Light and Near challenge each other as an old foe resurfaces.
8 - Kira
Near stared at a bird on the window sill. It stared back for a few moments, then flew off. He sighed and turned back to Light. "Really...?"
Near's tone was that of uninterest. Light knew the jig was up, but he continued anyway. "Yes. There was a dozen more deaths this morning. Come with me. Quickly."
Near suddenly found a spot on the ceiling infinitely more interesting than this conversation. He did not respond.
Light sighed. "You suspect me, don't you?"
There was a long pause. The silence of the room was broken only periodically by L. Every few seconds he would burst out loudly humming a tune from, what seemed to be, Mozart.
Near dragged his gaze from the ceiling after a few minutes. He stared straight into Light's eyes.
"DUN DUN DO-DUN DUM DA!!!"
Light stared back and Near soon grew bored. He turned to the window as Light turned to L.
L was waving his hands back and forth as if composing the song as well.
"DUM DA-DA-DA DUN DUN DUM-DA DUN!!!"
Light turned to Near. "Well? Do you?"
Near sighed. "No."
He turned to Light. "I know you are Kira."
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The gunfire echoed around the dark room.
The room smelled of cigarette smoke and chocolate.
There was a crinkling noise and the creaking of a spring.
"What are you doing?! Shoot that guy! That guy! On the left!"
"Shut up, Mello. I'm trying to concentrate."
Another crinkling noise as a chocolate wrapper landed on the thick layer of wrappers that coated the floor of the dark room.
"You aren't doing a very good job, Matt."
Matt leaned forward. The light from the TV reflected off his goggles. "Your noise isn't helping."
Mello leaned back in his chair. He reached into a box on the floor. A few seconds later, the box met the wall across the room.
"I can't believe you have almost gone through a year's supply of chocolate in a matter of hours. You're gonna get fat."
Mello opened another box and withdrew a chocolate bar. "And you're gonna get lung cancer. Who's better off here?"
Matt shot two enemies on screen. "You forgot that you could get clogged arteries and have a heart attack." He shot a few more bad guys. "Near would have remembered that."
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"Ah!" A pencil rolled across a desk. "There! Done!" Small hands crinkled a sheet of paper, that had a list of names on it, into a ball and tossed it into the trash. They then closed the black notebook and put it in the desk.
The small form stood up and strolled across the room to the dresser. The hands took a few revealing outfits out and set them on the bed.
"Hm... Which one would please Light-kun more? Oh well! I'll decide after my shower!"
The young woman promptly undressed and ran into the bathroom.
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Light's hand stopped just above the doorknob.
He nodded slightly. He knocked.
A sing-song voice responded. "Come i-n!"
Light sighed and opened the door. He strolled past a scantily-clad Misa Amane and sat down at the desk.
Misa pouted. "Li-ight...! Do you like my outfit?"
Light turned on the computer. "Huh? Yeah, sure. Did you do what I asked?"
She smiled brightly. "Uh-huh! Misa killed all 24 criminals you asked her to!" She sat down on the bed next to the desk.
Light nodded grimly. "Good."
Misa was suddenly in his face. "Well?! Did it work?!"
Light glared and pushed Misa aside with one hand. "No. In fact, I think Near suspects me more than ever."
Light returned to the computer.
Misa sulked as she sat back against the wall and adjusted her bra.
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Mello stared at the box from his chair. He seemed to be near tears.
Gunshots came from the TV and echoed around the room. "You shouldn't have eaten so many..."
Mello shook with fury. "Nobody asked you, Matt."
The cigarette smoke rose from Matt's mouth. "You should be more conservative with your chocolate."
Mello slowly turned to his accomplice. "Like you and cigarettes?"
Matt nodded as he killed a few more enemies. "Yep. Like me and c-" His eyes widened.
Mello howled with pain as he threw the cigarette out the window. He clutched his burned right hand.
Matt was suddenly in his face.
"What are you doi- GAH!!"
Matt grabbed Mello by the neck and started shaking him violently.
Mello's eyes were wide. He talked through ragged breaths. "Wh-at are y-ou do-ing, Ma-att?!"
Matt's eyes glinted from behind his goggles. "You bastard! That was my last cigarette!"
"Th-ere na-ow you know wha-at it's like to have na-othing to feed your addiction!"
Matt let go of Mello's neck. He walked to Mello's chair as Mello fell to the floor. Matt bent over.
Mello tried to see what Matt was up to. "Wha... What are you doin'?"
Matt stood up and turned around, holding the last of Mello's year supply of chocolate in his hands.
Mello looked startled and confused at the same time. "What are you doing...?
Matt had a crazed look in his eyes as he walked to the window.
"What are you doing?"
"What should have been done a long time ago." He dumped the chocolate out the window.
Mello screamed like a girl in a horror movie.
Matt rubbed his hands together. "There. Now we both know what's it's like to have nothing to feed an addiction."
He returned to his seat as Mello slowly stood up, mouth wide open.
Matt suddenly smiled and reached into his shirt pocket. "Don't worry... I saved one chocolate bar."
Mello was suddenly alert. He stared at Matt's hand.
Matt smiled evilly and unwrapped the chocolate bar. Mello's eyes widened as Matt brought the chocolate bar to his mouth. He flew at Matt when his friend bit down.
Matt yelped as Mello tackled him. The chocolate bar flew from his hand as he brought his hands to his face in self-defense. The boys rolled off the chair and hit the floor. Matt kneed Mello in the groin. He rose to his knees as Mello fell to the floor. He finished the chocolate bar as Mello recovered.
He was taken by surprise when Mello punched him in the face. Matt fell back as his goggles split in two. Mello was suddenly on top of him again. Suddenly, the two boys were a tangle of fists.
This continued for a few minutes.
They were surprised when they heard a ringing noise. They were surprised when they realized it was a phone.
They were especially surprised when they realized it was their phone.
They were still more surprised when they realized they had a phone.
A phone call brings Mello back into action! As the forces of justice converge around Light, another Wammy's House genius joins the battle.
I hope you enjoyed. Review please.
Also, I started a poll on my page. I got this idea from another fanfic, and I want your opinions on who should win this battle. Don't vote in reviews, only vote on the poll on my page. The poll will be open until a week or so before the final chapter.
And, yes, this does mean that the series is coming to an end. Don't worry, It still has about 5-10 chapters left and I have some more plans for this story.
So anyway, vote on my page for who the victor should be and keep following the story to the end.
