This chapter has been edited. Any mistakes that were once in it are now fixed. Sentences have been added and removed for the story's sake.
I love you all my wonderful reviewers!
Mooncry: Yes it would XD! What will happen to them!?
Aveira: Lol Yes! Matt gets a vote! Hahaha! In ths story he is the same age as Kiko. Mello and Matt are only a year older than them. Thanks! Yes very intresting...I will try. Hahaha! see good costume huh!
emina: Sometimes a little drama is a good thing XD! I know! Poor them! Lol yes I was laughing while writing that! You are exactly right! Sausgay is his true name XD! You will ;D
Dark McCloudy: I know... he went a bit OCC! XD! Oh well anyway you will soon! I promise!
the reason you miss me: It's all good! I like it when people critic me hard! XD! It makes me want to do better! I thought i got them all o.O Yes burn in hell Takada! Mello & Matt: Hell Ya! XD! They will be longer! Promise! Sausgay is a dumbass. Be L! Omg that would be sooooooo awsome! It's fun to be different once in a while! I got a lot of blood for my costume XD! I'm gonna look sooooo bloody1 I had a lot of fun shopping at PartyCity XD!
puddingcup: Sorry Matt! You know I love you! Also that one-shot will be up in a few weeks o.O It takes me forever to write lemons! May I go to therapy with you guyz!? I got fangirl/emo/obsessive compulsive disorders XD! lol!
Now the disclaimer wth...Kudo and Himura! (From Legal drug so ya know!)
Kudo: Where are we?
Me: The wonderful world of Deathnote!!
Kudo: Death-Note?
Himura: This is stupid like you.
Kudo: Shut up you fag!
Himura: Your one to talk.
Kudo: I'm gonna beat you -raises fist-
Himura: Awww your so cute when your angry.
Me: BOYS! Do the frikin' disclaimer!
Both: She don't own anything. -continues fighting-
Me: :D
The stars twinkled in the night sky. Each one of them glowing brightly as a lamppost in a abandoned street. They danced across the sky, ignoring everything else except the music that came from the crickets and the swishing wind. They danced to it, letting it take over them, swishing and rotating across their dance floor. It was peaceful.
Kiko watched them twinkle from the rooftop. The sun had long since run away. leaving nothing but darkness in it's place. The moon did a poor job of trying to compete with the sun's brightness, and only achieved a sliver of what daylight down in a year.
She subconsciously fiddled with the sleeves of her jacket, tearing the stray strands of black away from it's home, kidnapping them from their shelter. Deep though was the only way to describe her unsettling mindset. It was racing like the wind races down the mountain towards the dew-filled grass.
Her red eyes were locked straight upwards, fixated on the sky, but not at all looking at it. Words and images jumbled through the orbs of her eyes, showing picture and things that have and couldn't be done.
The reason for her laying on the rooftop in the first place is an interesting story:
Flashback
Kiko paced in circles in her room. No, No, NO!
She promised herself not to get close to anyone and now...she was in deep, too deep, she could drown. She had to focus on her goal of working beside L. She didn't have time for these petty problems!
Those boys...she was getting way to close for comfort with them. Why though? Why did she choose to continuously respond to their actions, to their words.
She was setting herself up to be hurt again. If she got close to them it would only lead to pain. Pain...
Visions of blood flashed through her mind as she clenched her forehead in agony.
She needed some fresh air, that may help clear her thoughts. She climbed at her window and used the pole to climb up to the rooftop.
She ned to stop thinking of them...
End of Flashback
She was beyond baffled, she was stranded in perplexity land with no ways of escape. Those boys, L's words, what did they all mean?
Was she supposed to let Near, Mello, and Matt run themselves into her life? Was she supposed to open up and let them in? Is this what L wanted? Did he want, no, did he plan for this to happen? Somehow, did he know that they would fall into her life and entwine themselves in her fate?
Maybe it was true. Maybe this was all really a plan set up by L so that she could...heal.
What a foreign word to her: heal. What does it mean? Heal of the body; heal of the sprit; heal of the mind? which one of these things needed to be done. It seemed like a mystery had set itself down upon her diminished life, laughing as she scrambled around, searching for clues to solve it.
But how could they heal her? She was damaged beyond repair. She was the busted up 1950's car that was crushed by a truck then set on fire, bursting in flames as the sweet, old car paint was scratched off by the flames smoke. But the flames aren't what destroyed her, the bulldozer that came roaring through her life, crushing all aspects, ripping it's flesh; that's what had her in rubbish.
No one could fix her. She would never heal. She was meant to live in her delusional-self forever. She was broken.
She shook her head out of her thoughts, 'N-no....I can't be....I won't be this way forever...I want to...' her eyes glistened with tears that she refused to let fall, '...change.'
But change was only brought upon from changes in the season; winter to spring; snow to the soft flowing petals of a newly bud rose. Change was unavoidable for some, but impossible for others. It's the driving force behind the secrets of our lives. It mends us, breaks us, turns us into things we never were. It plays with us like we our broken china dolls with glassy eyes and pitchfork arms. It toys with s till we are dead, crying our eyes out, bleeding within.
Change....was scary.
But it healed......didn't it?
She sat up suddenly and let her messy layered bangs fall into her face. She had to try...she had to.
Mello ran through the halls, eager to find what he was searching for. That something was Kiko. Three chocolate bars had sacrificed it's lives to fuel Mello's growing impatience. His feet collided with the ground in soft stomps, pulling farther and farther, searching harder and longer.
'WHERE IS SHE? OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! WHAT AM I GOING TO SAY TO HER! SHIT!!' Mello's mind was buzzing with excitement, ripping his skull apart in a frenzy of words, screams, and questions. Those three bars of chocolate were not a very good idea.
He slid as he turned the corners in a some-what slow-motion feel. He was in such a rush that as he turned another corner, not wasting any time as he searched for his goal, he ran head first into someone, knocking him and the unexpected person to the hard floor.
He groaned as he rubbed his head, "Watch where your-" his eyes widened as he realized who it was that he stupidly ran into. The person rubbed her head slowly, confused by what it her. Her red eyes blinked at him, curious, questioning.
'Kiko...' he gulped.
Mello's face turn a shade of crimson as he got up quickly and helped Kiko off the floor.
Kiko grabbed Mello's hand as he pulled her up. Her head ached a bit as she pulled her blaring headphones out of her ear. The boy's blue eye's were frantic it seemed and his face looked a bit flushed, 'Maybe from the running?' she thought to herself.
"Umm I'm s-sorry I d-didn't see you there." he said worriedly. He silently hoped that his chances were lowered by this unexpected meeting.
"I-it's alright. I-I wasn't looking where I w-was going either." she said her voice sounding a bit uneasy. She brushed her knees a bit and stood up tall and met Mello's eyes.
Mello felt his throat go dry 'Great....what now?!" he thought. His mind searched through topic starters, kicking away stupid, pointless ones and reeling the ones that had a better chance of working. As he finally got one worth telling, she turned and began walking away.
'Oh No! You aren't getting away that easily!' he bitterly thought. "Hey! Wait up a sec!" she turned to look at him, her ruby eyes showing signs of confusion.
"Umm..." his hand nervously scratched the back of his head, "What were you doing anyway?"
She looked at him questionly before answering, "I was taking a night stroll." she answered in a monotonous voice, hiding whatever she was feeling from his wavering eyes. He felt himself sweat under her blood red eyes. Those eyes stared him down; he felt naked.
"Oh I see..." he looked hysterically around for something that might strike a good conversation starter. Finally, his eyes landed on what was gold to him, "You like music?" he asked, gesturing to her Ipod that stuck out of her battered jean's pocket.
"Oh...y-yes." she said tapping her beaten up shoes together. They looked to be five years old and had all sorts of tears and scribbles on them. The worn and tear in them showed the signs of stress she had been through. Running and panting, from searching for her baby sister when she wandered off at the park to racing to a neighbor's house to earn a few extra dollars.
"May I see?" he asked, trying not to scare her off, but the sweat and worry in his tone only made her more uneasy.
She handed him her Ipod, her soft hand grazed over his causing red to pour into his cheeks. He scrolled through the list, noticing familiar songs here and there. The dryness in his throat turned into a desert as he tried to come up with a good way to make this work for him.
"Nice songs." He smiled, trying his best to let his friendliness.
She nodded and muttered a quick thank you before turning away. He signed, realizing failure was inevitable.
"You know..." her gentle voice shocked him as he raised his head to meet her eyes, "W-we should talk sometime, I-I mean about music...you know." she stammered out hiding a well-concealed blush.
He smiled, "Yea, that would be cool." he watched her as she gave him another one of her rare, hidden smiles and walked off.
He smiled in triumphant, 'Yes...Yes...YES!'
While Mello was gloating in his silent victory, Matt was in room, lying on his bed, guilt painted his face, splattered across it with no escape. His temples were numb from where had had rubbed his fingers to hard. While his confusion only doubled with the passing seconds, his throbbing head grew more and more unbearable, screaming out for him to find an answer.
How was he do this?
How was he to break his friend's heart?
He couldn't bear to see Mello's face contort with pain at the fact that Matt...liked her, perhaps.
He couldn't...
"Matt!" he was startled as his door swung open and slammed shut and Mello rushed to his bed jumping up and down excitedly. "I did it! Matt, I talked to her! I didn't scared her away either!" he said, smiling at the fact that another little fight within himself was won.
"Who?" the red-head dumbly asked, knowing full-well the answer he was to receive.
"You idiot! Kiko!" he said giving his friend a strange look.
Matt signed, if he was going to do it then he better do it now. He grimaced at the pain that was to come. "Mello...sit down. I have to tell you something...something important."
Mello obeyed, his gaze hardened on the gamer, "What is it?"
"Well..." Matt gulped, 'Here goes nothing' he thought.
"Mello, I like a girl too...for a while actually."
"Who?" the blond questioned, generally confused by the red head's mood.
"H-her n-name is..."
Mello gaze hardened. His eyes grew of fury as Matt stuttered the name out...
...K-kiko"
Uh oh... What's gonna happen! Reveiw or I'll send my Legal drug boys after you XD just kidding you'll get hugs as always!!
