Amy: Yep, that's the line. c: In fact, that whole mockery of jam being essential is part of it too. Ohh, BB... mocking yourself, because that's definitely normal. Now, let's see... LightxNatalie will come up...soon. And NearxAnna... is the lightest pairing here besides MattxSam... So, let's see... The pairing may not have any significant scenes until the sequel to this. o^o Sorry. But heyyy, we're past halfway, right?
random: Well, I'm glad I made your evening, then. C: Will Mello ever admit why he kissed her, eh? Well... I think he honestly doesn't know why. xD But they'll figure it out eventually~ Hm. So you support Natalie being Kira, but you don't support Kira as well, huh? Well... I guess that just means I made Natalie pretty likeable. Yay. :3 Hmm... come to think of it... there is never a single scene afterwards that has Sam tickling him. Ah! I must add one! Nuuu...
"You know, you were once killed with a pickle jar," Sierra explained. "My friend and I were having this weird daydream together and she made you be killed by a pickle jar because I knocked Near out with a baseball bat. It wasn't fair…. And then I – alone, I mean – had a weird daydream where you threw Near out of a second story window. Did you know Near is a stalker? He is; he was apparently stalking Natalie and wonders what Light tastes like. I think he wants to lick your face."
Mello looked at her oddly at that last part.
"Matt and Mello, Matt and Mello, Matt and Mello," she sang to the tune of Black and Yellow. "Sam actually came up with that a long time ago. Sam. I miss Sam; I hope she's doing okay in Russia. Is she even in Russia anymore? I wonder what it was like there. You're not replying to me at all, you meanie poop. Why are you such a meanie poop? Why don't you like hugs? Sam doesn't like hugs either, and I don't think Near does…. I wonder what would happen if I asked BB for a hug. But you don't know who BB is…. Do you know who BB is?"
"No."
"Yeah, I didn't think so. Hey, you're actually listening to me babble on and on about random crud?"
"No."
"…Meh! Oh, well, it amuses me for now because I can very easily get impatient 'cause I'm really impatient right now…. What's taking Matt so long? I hope he brings donuts. Or chocolate. But we have chocolate, so that would be kinda pointless. Maybe he can bring us candy in general. I love sugar, but chocolate's still best…. Mello, why can't I have chocolate all the time like you do? I want to eat chocolate all the time too…. There's no such thing as too much chocolate. Now I crave chocolate…. Am I annoying you right now?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, I probably am considering I'm just sorta talking about random stuff…. Sorry, I'm kinda hyper. Maybe that's because I had a lot of candy earlier…."
"And that's why you can't have chocolate all the time."
"I guess that makes sense," Sierra sighed. "But still, I love chocolate and lack of it makes me sad…. You probably live on it though. Do you ever drink anything? Water? Milk? Grape juice? Are you dehydrated? I got dehydrated once. It was fun, but the IV was annoying. I wanted to tear it right out of my arm, but I knew I probably shouldn't because if I did I'd probably be bleeding profusely…. It's not good to bleed profusely."
Matt's coming up behind us, Mello warned flatly.
He is? Fail; does he think he can surprise us? …There's a Matt behind me. She giggled. "You know, Mikami bled profusely once, when he stabbed himself with his sakujo pen. Blood was spraying everywhere, and all because you wanted chocolate…. Ehh…. You killed Mikami…. Wah—!" Matt's hands pressed on the back of either person's head in an attempt to force them together, but both Sierra and Mello saw it coming and leaned back (in Sierra's case) or stiffened (in Mello's). Sierra grinned. "Hi, Matt!"
Matt released their heads and leaned back, taking his cigarette out of his mouth. "Yeah, that didn't work…."
"No shit, Sherlock," Mello replied dully, snapping off a piece of chocolate with his teeth.
Sierra giggled again. "We saw you coming, Matt."
He shrugged, breathing out a puff of smoke. "So what'd you call me here for, Mello?" he asked, now all business.
"I wanted to tell you face-to-face rather than by cell phone, as cell phone conversations can be tapped into," Mello explained. "I didn't want anyone like Near catching any hints about what I'll do and when I'll strike." He paused. "I'm not giving you the details, not yet, but I want you to be prepared to take action."
"Take action?" Matt repeated. "What sort of action?"
"Any sort of action," Mello replied vaguely. "It could be anything from withholding a small detail to bombing a house."
"I get to bomb a house?" Matt asked, his eyebrows shooting up.
"Probably not…," Sierra said slowly.
"Not likely," Mello agreed.
"Damn," Matt muttered, and took a puff of smoke. "Too bad; that would have been fun."
"Maybe someday," offered Sierra.
"Yeah." Matt frowned. "Is that all there was to tell me?"
Mello shrugged. "I told you it wasn't going to be a very informative meeting."
"Tch," Matt replied, crossing his arms, "whatever. At least I had an excuse to get that Matsuda guy out of my house."
"Matsuda!" Sierra cried in delight.
"He kept rambling about pointless things," Matt explained. "Although," – he tapped his temple – "I still got all the new events stored."
"What sort of pointless stuff?" Sierra asked, leaning forward slightly.
Matt shrugged. "Random crap like how he was apparently a grape."
She let out a squeak of amusement. "What sort of events you got stored, then?" she inquired, cocking her head to the side like a curious little cat.
He shook his head. "Well, he spilled coffee all over his shirt this morning, and Anna and Near, Light and Natalie, and apparently L and Sam kissed." He scoffed. "The idiot flipped out when he realized he told me L and Sam kissed, like I wasn't supposed to hear it."
"Zoh my gob!" Sierra yelped, flapping her arms.
Mello's brow furrowed. "What the hell is wrong with all of them?"
"This coming from the guy who kissed Sierra."
Mello shot him a glare.
Matt only shrugged again. "I bet that'll at least tide Sierra off for awhile, anyway."
"Zoh my gob, zoh my gob, zoh my gob!" she cried. There was a pause as she continued to flap her arms and squeal until she fell over and off her chair, onto the ground. "Ow," she said.
"Did she have sugar?" Matt asked.
"Yep," Mello replied, and snapped off another piece of chocolate in his mouth.
I was in the forest; I needed to find the Death Note Misa had buried. Light didn't remember burying it, and neither did Misa (not that I could ask her about it now anyway), so really I only had Ryuk and the little knowledge I had of its hiding place to help me find it. "Okay, Ryuk, it's somewhere around here, right?" I asked.
"Yup."
I frowned. "Where around here?"
"Somewhere… in that area over there, I think."
I sighed, and headed towards 'that area over there.' The trees thinned slightly, the still-growing leaves of spring creating a lively feel to the area. There was a large, thick-trunked tree that caught my eye, with loose earth at its roots. "Wasn't it buried here?" I asked, heading to the tree.
"Oh," said Ryuk, "yeah, I think so."
I prodded at the ground; it wasn't hard to overturn and seemed to have been dug up at least once before. My hands soon reached a small metal box, which I carefully pulled out and opened to reveal the Death Note. I lifted it out, set the box back in the hole in the ground, and began reburying it. Once the deed was done, I hid the Death Note in my jacket and headed out of the forest to make my way to Momiji Street.
It was a nice day; mild out with a nice breeze and beautiful sunlight. "Such a nice day," I sighed to myself.
Ryuk looked around. "Yeah, I guess it is. You don't get days like this in the Shinigami Realm."
I just smiled and made my way through the unaware pedestrians all around me. None of them could at all tell that there was a shinigami in their midst. If they had known, oh, how they would have flipped out…. My smile widened slightly at the thought. I stopped at a store to get some food; I had a nice conversation with the man at the counter, but then I was off again. I actually went to another store, to get a good cell phone with internet connection and some nice clothes, but after that I was finally going to my final destination.
I eventually reached the old house I'd specified to Mikami just the Saturday before, and slipped into the old home, closing the creaking door behind me. I found Mikami sitting huddled up in a corner, doing nothing but sitting there. It kinda made me worried about him. "Hey there," I greeted.
"I was such a civilized and well-respected man…" he said, "…and now, here I am, on the run. How did that happen?"
"That's just Near's fault," I shrugged, then held up the bag of food and clothes I'd bought. "I have food to eat and clothes to wear."
"Thank you," he said, taking the bags gladly. He peered inside the one full of food, then set the bags beside him. "God…" he whispered, then looked up at me, "…where's God?"
"Light is currently in jail."
His eyes widened. "He's what?" he asked in alarm, then brought his hands up to the sides of his head. "Oh no, no, he gets me out of jail only to have the same fate as I did?!"
"No, Mikami," I said gently, "he'll be fine. He's only confined for now and being watched by Near. I'm sure he'll be let out soon enough."
Could you tell him that I apologize for all the things I ended up putting him through? asked Light.
I nodded to myself. "He says he's sorry for everything."
Mikami looked up at me. "Sorry?" he murmured. "Why is God apologizing to me when I'm the one who caused his plan to fall apart? I should be the one apologizing; tell him that!"
He says….
I heard, Light thought back before I could finish.
"Alright. It's done," I said.
Mikami's eyes narrowed wistfully. "You have a connection with Lord Kira that no one could match. A bond that can't be severed. You should be grateful…."
I thought about that for a moment. "I suppose I am," I replied eventually, then pulled out the cell phone I'd gotten that day. "Here," I said, handing it to Mikami. "I added my cell phone as a contact number, just in case you need to contact me. It has internet connection, so you can judge."
"…Judge?" he repeated.
I nodded, and pulled the charred Death Note out of my jacket. "This isn't the same notebook that you owned before, so…." I handed the Note to Mikami. "You'll only be borrowing it. However, you already have the Shinigami Eyes, so it'll be fine."
Mikami nodded as he took it. He smiled, glowing with the fact that he'd be judging for his god again. "Do you have a pen?"
"Oh," I said, and pulled a pen out of my pocket. "Here."
His smile widened into a wolfish grin as he took it. "I'll make God proud…. I'll clear my name for him, and cleanse myself of the sins and mistakes I have made…."
"Alright," I said, "now if you call me and I call you by a different name than Mikami, that means there are people around me and that I can't talk to you about any plans. If I ask you something completely unrelated, like how your ill sister is doing, then assume our conversation is being listened to and don't say anything rash. Just go along with it. And… call me Natsumi Matsuo rather than Natalie Hester if either situation should arise."
Mikami nodded. "Of course I can do that. It only makes sense."
"Oh, and don't judge throughout the day." I paused. "Well, you can, but make everyone die at night so it seems as though the person who's judging is a worker who's not home all day. This makes things less likely to have been done by someone who has all this time on his hands." I gave him a wad of cash. "That's to buy food for yourself when you run out. I'll visit when I can, but there may come a point where I can't visit because I'm being watched closely. If that time comes, don't worry too much. Also… don't act on your own, okay? Just stick to what I or Light tells you to do."
"Yes; yes…." He frowned, knowing I was implying that we didn't want him to make any more mistakes.
"I think that's it," I said thoughtfully. "I'll call you on my cell phone if there are any updates on Light's detainment."
Mikami nodded, and I smiled at him.
"Have a nice day, Mikami," I said, and departed.
Sierra stared after Matt's figure until he was out the door, and sighed. "Why does he have to tease us so much?" she whined. "I mean, it only happened once; it's not like it'll happen again!"
Mello gave a noncommittal hm as he put the last of his chocolate bar in his mouth.
Sierra's eyes wandered around the warehouse. "I mean, that was creepy when that happened. I don't know about you, but it scared me." Her one-sided conversation lapsed into silence. "So…. Yeah. Not gonna happen again."
"Not at all," Mello agreed.
"Nope."
More silence. They looked at one another. More silence; or more an awkward pause.
And they kissed.
…Thus contradicting everything they'd just said.
The moment they pulled away, Sierra felt incredibly awkward. "Ehhh…," she whined. Another pause. "…We're not telling Matt. Agreed?"
Mello nodded, turning away. "Agreed."
"Good morning world and all who inhabit it!" I cried, spreading my arms wide as I entered the area where I worked.
"Good morning, Natsumi!" Matsuda greeted with a happy smile. "We're about to have a meeting in Aizawa's office; come on."
I grinned and nodded, following along behind him to Aizawa's office, where Mogi and Aizawa were already waiting. "Good," said Aizawa, "now we just need Ide."
"Good morning Mogi; good morning Aizawa," I beamed.
Mogi gave a nod in acknowledgement, and Aizawa responded with a calm, "Good morning."
I glanced at the screen, where Light still sat, alone and isolated. He was leaning against a bare wall. "I feel useless; not able to do anything," he commented aloud.
"Poor Light," Matsuda sighed.
"Yeah," I agreed. It must really not be fun to be stuck there, huh?
Of course it's not…. His thought trailed away as something… how to describe it…?
I – both of us, really – was overcome by a wave of comprehension and confusion; loss and new gain; lightness and weight; all at once. I never felt so small as I did right then, like I was only one half of a whole, and without the other half I was no longer complete. My mind was filled with new thoughts, ideologies, emotions, memories, mentalities, and revelations. My head was spinning, my mere human self overwhelmed by all of it at once. It was too much, and combined with the fact that there was a large part of who I was missing was such an oxymoronic feeling…. What I felt all together was a huge contradiction.
I leaned back into the wall to maintain balance. I breathed deep breaths, sliding slowly down to the ground. I felt like I was already sitting; perhaps that was that other half of me that was missing, the half that was sitting alone, locked away, with hands cuffed behind me…. I shook my head, hoping to clear it. I was vaguely aware of Ide entering the room and everyone staring at me, who was now sitting on the ground.
"Natsumi, are you alright?" Matsuda asked worriedly.
I shook my head again. "I'm fine," I said. "I'm fine…." I took a deep breath, trying to focus on where I was and who I was and what was going on around me.
"What is going on...?" Matsuda tried again.
There was a dazed, "I don't know," from Light, on-screen.
"Is the microphone on?" asked Aizawa with a frown.
"No," said Matsuda. "The light isn't on; it can't be."
"Maybe he's actually talking to a shinigami," Ide suggested.
"But he's not Kira!" Matsuda protested.
I shook my head, and continued shaking it. I needed to do something to remind myself which half was me – the one shaking its head. Matsuda and Mogi helped me to my feet, but I was more focused on keeping who I was firmly in place rather than what was going on, at this point. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Light was the first to figure out what was happening, but the moment it occurred to him, I knew, too. We had wondered just how far the mind sync could go; where it ended, if it did.
This was it.
...And thus, the final stage was reached for the Bonded pair of Light and Natalie. o^o
Fun Fact: Sam really did make that whole Matt and Mello thing. She also made up Mello's Pokemon call: Mellolololololololo!
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