Disclaimer- I now own Death Note! Jk, no way in hell do own the fabulous series known as Death Note.
(A/N)-Here we are at chapter...10? Yes 10! I never thought I'd actually get this far and it's all thanks to your support! Thank you all so much for the reviews and the favoriting and the followers and all that good stuff!
So…are you anxious to see the punishment? Read on my dear reader! Read on!
If you've ever been sent to the principal's office for something you know was completely justified, then you may have an inkling to how I feel. If you haven't done such a thing, then let me try putting these feelings into words.
It felt like an extremely heavy weight had been dropped into the pit of my stomach. A cold wave of anxiety rolled from my knees to my neck like ice water.
I bit my lip nervously as Mello and I sat in Roger's office. I wasn't quite sure why I was so frightened, I mean it's not like it's my first trip to this bleak and rather ugly room. Far from it really. I had been sent to Roger more times than I could count.
Perhaps it's because of the warning?
Ah, that's right. Roger had warned us not to do anything particularly naughty and I'm pretty sure dumping fish on him would be put into that category.
I glanced over at Mello who looked a million times better than I did. His face was impassive to the point of being scary and not a muscle on his body was twitching in anxiety. All in all, he looked like the blond Jesus, coming to take us all away.
When I compared his state to mine…I looked like a crack-baby on caffeine pills.
I tensed even more when I heard the door behind us slam open. I turned and stared at Roger with wide eyes, yet was forced to resist the urge to laugh when I realized that the poor guy wasn't clean up yet.
A rotten trout fin was stuck to his hair and he smelled like a pier.
"What do you think you are looking at?" He snarled at me, and immediately that urge to grin was gone. I felt it leave through the pit of my stomach.
Mello hadn't turned around at all and part of me was envious of his cool stature. How the fuck did he do that?
Why isn't he trembling and biting his nails and moving his legs? Why isn't staring at Roger or at least the ground? Why isn't he doing anything?
Roger sat down behind his desk in a very worn, yet still official looking chair. He shook himself and then pulled himself closer to us. He placed both hands on the scratched but intimidating table in front of him.
"Well?" He demanded, eyes sparkling with malice, turned to look at the blond beside me.
I glanced from Mello to Roger with wide eyes, expecting Mello to speak and then Roger get pissed which would result in Mello throwing shit and being carried away by security.
None of that happened.
Instead Mello simply shrugged and met his gaze slowly. They stared at each other for a good two minutes of pure awkwardness. I cleared my throat and they didn't stop. I cleared it again and nothing happened.
I let out a strangled cry/shout and they both looked over at me, temporarily forgetting the retarded staring contest.
I blushed and looked away from the two of them, wishing that Roger would stop giving me a pedophile stare and dish out our punishments.
Roger cleared his throat and shook himself slightly in an attempt to fix his looks. It was rather amusing seeing that the guy was still covered in fish juice.
"It hardly matters if you confess or not. Rice, Rico, and Sasha have all given their accounts of what has taken place today and it isn't hard to see that you two have been harassing Rice." He paused for a dramatic effect and looked between the two of us.
"I have decided that the likes of you-"He pointed at us sternly. "Are not wanted here at the orphanage. You are hereby, expelled from Wammy's Orphanage and School for Gifted Minds." He declared and sat back in his chair.
I felt all the blood drain from my face and disappear somewhere that I knew it wouldn't come back.
Expelled? How the hell do you get expelled from an orphanage? That doesn't even make sense! What the fuck?
Mello reacted before I could even get a grasp on the situation at hand.
"What the hell do you mean expelled?" He snarled and leaned forward threateningly in his chair. He looked rather intimidating and I only saw the side-view. I swallowed my fear and replaced it with reason.
"You can't expel us! We're second and third successors of L himself! We are the smartest in the orphanage and you can't easily replace us!" I reminded Roger, sounding a lot calmer than I felt. Roger smirked and Mello growled something inaudible.
"Near is a fine successor for L and therefore you two are hardly needed. I will have you both transferred to another orphanage within the next hour and I suggest you two begin to pack." Roger replied coolly.
I could tell Mello had stopped listening after the words "hardly needed". I could practically see his whole frame shaking with a rage that I didn't know could be held in a human. His hands were clenched into tight fists and his lips were drawn into a smirk that held no amusement.
"How dare you!" He growled, rising faster than physically possible. Before I had even registered the fact that he was standing, he flew over the desk and tackled Roger out of his chair, a stream of obscene insults flowing from his mouth.
"Oh damn." I muttered in shock.
"Motherfuckin piece of shit!" He shouted and I could hear the thumps of fist hitting face. I considered letting Mello continue with his actions, and then realized that he could very well kill the guy and decided against it.
"Mello!" I shouted, walking around to the other side of the desk. Roger was crying and Mello was now cussing in what I believed to be Polish.
"Mello!" I yelled again and grabbed onto his flailing arms. I pulled with every ounce of strength I possessed. With many grunts and f-bombs I managed to wrestle him away from a bloody Roger and out into the hallway.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" He demanded, once I had shut the door to Rogers office. I looked at him with an exasperated expression.
"Seriously?" I asked. He said nothing in reply and continued to glare at the door of Roger's office. I rolled my eyes and began the tortuous walk to my room.
I was faintly aware of the fact that Mello was following me. There was a thick haze through my mind and most of what was going on outside of my head wasn't properly registered.
Expelled? But…Wammy's is my home. As much as I hated the annoying kids and troublesome schoolwork, it was where I belonged. How the hell am I supposed to just leave the place behind? Leave and forget the place ever existed.
I found myself on my bed and I couldn't quite remember how I had gotten there. Had I already gotten back that quickly? Where did the time go?
I glanced around the room that I had lived in since I was seven. A sour patch kid was stuck to the wall next to the bathroom from roommate #4. Niko? No, no it was Albert. Yes. Albert had super glued the thing to the wall in an attempt to piss me off.
Needless to say it failed.
I blinked a few times before realized that I should probably start packing. I dragged my backpack next to me onto the bed and began shoving the things I deemed important to me into it. DS and Games, the leather gloves I hardly ever wore, two pairs of dark jeans, and three striped shirts.
Mello was muttering under his breath about something that I couldn't care less about. I had my own damn problems to deal with.
Leaving Wammy's for some stupid third-world orphanage? I'd been to a few of those before I came here and they fucking sucked. Everything sucked when compared to Wammy's.
"No." I whispered as I shoved a forgotten game into my bag. Mello stopped and looked over at me.
"Scuse' me?" He asked, pausing in his own packing.
"No. No I will not leave Wammy's for some shitty orphanage!" I stated, a feeling of relief washing over me as I said the words.
Mello blinked as he processed my words.
"I'm leaving. Fuck what Roger says. I'm running before they can catch me." I told him as I zipped my pack shut. A slow grin appeared on the blonds face.
"Now you're talking ginger. Let's get the fuck outta here."
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