Me: WELL HELLO THERE. LET ME SHARE WITH YOU ALL THE BEST EXAMPLE OF AWESOMENESS I'VE RECEIVED VIA MESSAGING FROM THIS SITE:
Kaharri: MissehKeehl you are the most amazing Death Note Fanfiction author that was born and is a human being (At least I think you're human…you could be an alien for all I know..) so I swear on all things Matt-related I will kill you with a gun that fires poison-tipped rusty sporks if you will not update 'Blank Canvas'. Roar.
And if you still refuse to update you will become B.B's fifth victim. (That's right, I can count! :D)
Mello's a pimp! XD
And to release a question I have been dying to ask. (It made my brain liquefy and dribbled out of my right ear. My Mum made me clean it up..;_;)
THE QUESTION IS:
Matt's real name = Mail Jeevas.
Jeevas sounds like Jebus.
Jebus= Jesus.
MATT IS JESUS?
-Rose
Matt: MAY THE FORCE BE WITH ALL OF YOU.
Me: AND ALSO WITH YOU *cough* ANYWAY, I really do appreciate messaged like these, and I love how you went out of the way to do so. It helps remind me if an update is...well...*clears throat guiltily* late, and also gives me encouragement to continue. Thank you, Rose, as well as many MORE awesome reviewers:
I-love-red-head-ninjas: Yeah, so there's an anime con coming to where I live in october...and I'm gonna cosplay as Fee! I am so addicted to this story, that this is one of the best ways I can think of to express my gratitude of your fan-fucking-tastic writing and character design. Seriously.
Sadly, I can only cosplay as Fee for one day, because on the last day I am going to dress up as Riku from Kingdom Hearts and I'm going to go around proposing to random Sora's, and maybe an Axel or two.
Anywho, you have a talent for making me cry, and for making me a TOTAL MELLO FANGIRL.
Me: OMGWAFFLESMELLOPOPSICLES, THAT IS FREAKING AWESOME! I wonder how that'd look like, and beyond that, this is flattery and amazing-ness beyond words! :DDDD
Mello: How about we encourage more MALE Mello cosplayers? One Fee in the world is ENOUGH -.-
Me: Suck it up, Mello. EMBRACE YOUR FEMININITY.
Matt: *sings* OHHHH, I FEEL LIKE A WOMAN~~
Madeline_Cullen: Holy. Shit. Monkeys.
Man that was so awesome! You need to write more! This has my eyes glued to the screen, wondering what you'll write next, what Fee and Matt will do, and what Mello has left for Fee to uncover~!
My interest in Death Note Fandom has been revived!
-Maddy
Matt: OMFG THERE ARE SUCH THINGS AS HOLY SHIT MONKEYS? CBWAHCBDUBC CAN I HAVE ONE PLEASE?
Me and Mello: NO.
Matt: FUCK YOU GUYS IMMA GROW ONE THEN!
Me: YEAH OK YOU DO THAT. Anyway, I also want to thank kirabbit for her wonderful review/critique that really helps further develop my writing, and also thanks to Chocoholic_Jeevas for her SUPER AWESOME LONG REVIEW that is sadly too long to fit here D: But, I digress; thanks all around~!~!
Mello: Misseh does not own Death Note or its characters. She does, however, own the OC, Fee.
Matsuda: IF MATT CAN GET HOLY SHIT MONKEYS THEN I WANT A UNICORN.
Twenty-Five: Actions Are Louder
The pistol shook in the hands of the frail girl who had never even held a gun before. Hot tears ran down Fee's cheeks as her wild and widened eyes remained fixed on Near.
"T-Take it back!" she screeched, her voice echoing off the walls. "He wasn't just a pawn to be used!"
"I had nothing to do directly with Mello's actions," the albino replied in that same monotone that drove Fee insane. "It was his own careless choices that lead to this outcome; he shouldn't have let his emotions get in the way so stupidly. If anything, more good came out of his death than consequences to the investigation."
The fury within Fee finally caused her to go berserk as she growled in an animalistic manner; her teeth biting her lower lip as she prepared the gun to fire in a swift motion. Reflexively, everyone else in the room leapt into action; each to protect the individual involved in the confrontation they felt was more important.
"Near, look out!" Halle and multiple SPK members shouted simultaneously, raising their own guns. At the sight of this, adrenaline shot through Matt's veins as he sprinted towards Fee.
"Fee, no!"
Bang.
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24 Hours Earlier:
The sound of Fee's footsteps echoed throughout the small apartment complex as she walked towards the entrance door; turning around a final time to stand and take in the sight of it once more. Everything she and Matt owned, and everything that had furnished the apartment before (with the exception of the couch on the ceiling, which, to Matt's great frustration, was unable to be removed) was gone. The run-down place she, Matt, and Mello had once called home was now empty; leaving barely any evidence that would be a sign they were even there.
Matt emerged from the opposite end of the hallway and moved to stand beside Fee. He took one last look around with her before turning to gaze at her with an affectionate smile.
"Are you sad we have to leave?"
Fee shook her head. "Leaving is sad; moving on isn't."
Matt's smile grew into a grin as he took her hand in his. "Won't you feel bad about abandoning the place? Also, no offence, but you're very territorial, and I wouldn't think you'd take someone suddenly moving into this place very well."
Fee smirked. "I don't mind, since we're going in order to continue Willy's work. Besides, the first thing we have to do is get Near's assistance, since, according to the files Willy left behind, he's the only other person actively pursuing Kira. We can't move ahead if we stay in one place all the time."
Matt squeezed her hand tightly, using his free hand to open the front door. "Alright, if you say so."
The duo stepped out of the door for a final time and jumped head first into the cruel world they were battling against, hands held firm.
"….Oh, and I forgot to mention: Since I 'accidentally' painted a portrait of you naked on the bathroom wall, I don't think anyone will want to be living there any time soon."
Matt groaned, rolling his eyes. "At least they have something nice to look at while they pee."
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Fee and Matt stood across the street from a large, ominous building right at the lively center of New York City; in the middle of all the action. Matt quirked a brow; skeptical that a building right in plain sight could possibly be the great S.P.K., or Special Provisions for Kira.
"Fee, are you positive?"
"Never doubt the Magnificently Magnificent Fee," she warned, holding up a finger to his lips for silence. "This is where Mello had written Near was stationed; plus, he'd come here before."
"Well, if Mello's gotten in with no problem, then what are we waiting for?" Matt said incredulously, taking a long stride towards the building. Quickly, Fee grabbed his arm and almost violently tugged him back.
"Are you stupid? We can't just waltz in there and expect them to receive us with open arms!"
Matt pouted in disappointment. "Why not?"
"For one, they could be hoarding weapons of mass destruction just for us in there, for all we know; we have to get in there with assertion and an upper hand."
"Can't we ask nicely?"
Fee narrowed her eyes to slits. "Yes, Matt, let's walk in and ask them nicely if we can borrow classified information to use in order to seek vengeance on the world's greatest mass murderer. And, while we're at it, why don't we bake them a cake?" Fee cried sarcastically.
"Ok, fine, I get your point. Well, how did Mello get in the first time?"
Fee put a finger to her chin in thought. "If I were Mello, I'd definitely bring a hostage. They can't hurt us so long as one of their own is in danger."
"And where do you propose we get a hostage?"
Fee huffed impatiently, scanning the perimeter for anyone she recognized from Mello's files as a member of the SPK. Finally, out of her peripheral vision, she recognized someone from one of the files: A young man with dark hair and striking pale blue eyes, sitting on a bench with a cup of steaming coffee.
I know him…he's….Gevanni, I think…
"Let's go, Matt. I've got an idea," she whispered, sprinting across the street. Matt struggled to keep up, his mind spinning from all that was happening at once.
"W-Wait, Fee, what are you going to do?"
"Well, you're going to pretend to be a girl and flirt with him, while I sneak up from behind him and threaten him with your gun. He'll be outnumbered and vulnerable, leaving him no choice but to lead us inside!"
Matt's expression mirrored that of Mello's face of utter disgust. "Why do I have to dress in drag to flirt with him?"
"Oh, so you'd rather have me go around seducing random men? Besides, you've got more of a figure than I do."
"This is not going to go well," Matt groaned as Fee tugged him hurriedly towards the nearest bathroom.
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Gevanni wondered if something was slipped into his coffee as he found himself being lead by gunpoint into the SPK by a small woman with blue hair and a surprisingly well-figured man in a skirt.
"Remember what I told you; I don't want to have to hurt you," Fee warned him, pressing the gun (though hesitantly) more into his back.
Gevanni swallowed nervously, reluctantly nodding as he pushed open the double doors at the end of the hall. Once inside the room, Fee was automatically confronted by four more SPK members aiming their guns right at her head. In the center of the room sat what appeared to be a small, pale boy surrounded by toys and wearing the most un-amused expressions Fee had ever seen.
"...'Sup," she greeted.
"Put your guns away; she's of no real threat," the albino commanded to his team flatly. His dark, listless orbs slowly made their way up to stare into Fee's; intimidation seemed to overpower her.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," he smirked. "I know why you're here, but such violent mannerisms are so unnecessary. Please, release Gevanni so that we may be able to speak as civilized human beings."
Fee hesitated for a moment, contemplating how much she could trust him. Eventually, she tucked the pistol away underneath her shirt, leaving Gevanni to scamper off to the other end of the room.
"That's much better," the pale boy murmured, looking back and forth between Fee and Matt. His eyes remained locked on Matt; expression stern but still as cold as before.
"Mail Jeevas: Famous criminal hacker and one of Mello's underlings, as well as an antisocial recluse with an addiction to both games and nicotine. You're responsible for the grand theft of almost 800,000 American dollars, and the involvement of Kiyomi Takada's kidnapping," he rattled off from memory. Fee whipped around to give Matt a look of shock.
"Matt…you never told me your real name," she said quietly. "Or exactly how much hacking you've done."
"I-I didn't mean to-"
"As for you, your supposed 'name', or alias, is 'Fee'," Near continued, now addressing the blue haired girl.
"By definition, you should be criminally insane, though at times you are more innovative than mentally unstable. Apparently, you have a great gift in the arts, and a strange way of expressing this. However, what is so very interesting about you is that I actually couldn't find out any more about you than this," he pondered. "In fact, by the lack of files, technically, you don't even exist."
Fee narrowed her eyes, ignoring the stare Matt gave her from where he stood behind her. "You've done your research, I see….," she murmured. Near smirked ever so slightly in triumph; satisfied with having out-smarted her.
"Near, or Nate Rivers," Fee said suddenly. "Two years younger than Matt, Willy, and I, yet more successful, seeing as you were first in Wammy's House, the institution we all attended a few years back. You're technically the real successor to L, adding to being the head of the SPK and most likely Toys R Us's best customer," she boasted, alighting her hands on her hips.
Silence was all that was heard in the room, and even Near was stirred by how much she knew.
"Yes, I've done my fair share of research too," she said, taking a step forward. "Seeing as we're already here, with all that we know, it'd be to risky to just let us go, don't you think? You have no choice but to let us join the investigation."
Members of the SPK gave each other concerned looks as Near didn't give an answer. After a few moments, just as Fee was ready to bask in glorious victory, the sound of clapping echoed throughout the room from none other than the pale boy himself.
"Well played; you're smarter than you look," he said while clapping. "…Or, perhaps I should say you're more manipulative than you appear. I suppose that's what happens when you stick around Mello too long; your own values are warped until you become a ticking time bomb, just like he was."
"Shut your mouth," Fee hissed almost immediately.
"Actually, no, I won't. In fact, it's you who should be listening. I suggest you get yourself out of this Kira business while you're able to; besides, I can't afford to bring someone into the investigation whose only interests involve carrying out their own personal vendetta. You'll end up just like Mello, the way you're going."
Fee clenched her fists in anger; biting her lower lip in an attempt to hold back insults. Matt watched quietly as Fee tensed with every word that came out of Near's mouth; unsure if he should act or not.
"Well, I suppose that it was the very overly-emotional qualities Mello possessed that made him so easy to be manipulated himself. If you're in any way the same, you could be of some use to me as well."
Finally, Fee snapped. In one fluid motion, she reached to where her gun was hidden and yanked it out, pointing it viciously at Near; aimed high with fatal intentions.
The pistol shook in the hands of the frail girl who had never even held a gun before. Hot tears ran down Fee's cheeks as her wild and widened eyes remained fixed on Near.
"T-Take it back!" she screeched, her voice echoing off the walls. "He wasn't just a pawn to be used!"
"I had nothing to do directly with Mello's actions," the albino replied in that same monotone that drove Fee insane. "It was his own careless choices that lead to this outcome; he shouldn't have let his emotions get in the way so stupidly. If anything, more good came out of his death than consequences to the investigation."
The fury within Fee finally caused her to go berserk as she growled in an animalistic manner; her teeth biting her lower lip as she prepared the gun to fire in a swift motion. Reflexively, everyone else in the room leapt into action; each to protect the individual involved in the confrontation they felt was more important.
"Near, look out!" Halle and multiple SPK members shouted simultaneously, raising their own guns. At the sight of this, adrenaline shot through Matt's veins as he sprinted towards Fee.
"Fee, no!"
Bang.
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A small, smoking hole in the floor just inches away from where Near sat was the only remnant of Fee's outburst. SPK members stood motionlessly in a circle surrounding the albino, creating a protective barricade. Matt stood behind Fee, gripping the wrist of hers that held the gun firmly in the air. He stared with wide eyes at the hole in the floor, as though a childlike conception of what Fee was capable of had been shattered.
Eventually, after a few moments of stillness in which neither party involved dared to move, Near motioned from within the barricade for the SPK members to step aside. Once again, those dull, listless orbs glared upward to gaze at Fee, who wore a mask of utter indifference.
It was wordless, and in fact, if one was not paying close attention, it could have easily been missed; yet, at that moment, Near gave a curt nod, and a contract was made.
Gently, Fee wriggled out of Matt's grasp; giving him a look of reassurance while keeping her composure rock solid. She turned back around to stare down at Near, giving her signature smile.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you…Snowflake."
"We're not living the good life unless we're fighting the good fight; you and me just trying to get it right. In the center of the first world, it's laid out for us, who are we to break down?" -"You, Me, and the Bourgeoisie" by The Submarines.