Name: War Among Wars
Rating: Mature, for some sexual content, swearing, and dark themes.
Summary: Whammy's boarding school is the enemy of anybody unwilling to be under the control of Light, the leader of the secret society, and L is one of those enemies. Light is cause of the whole meltdown of everything, starting with his senior year.
Pairings: LightxL, NearxBB, MelloxMatt, MatsudaxMisa.
Hey guys! A new chapter
Fuck long chapters! I thought this was a good stopping point.
I know, I know. I need to actually make a longer chapter.
Hey, I'm working on it! :P
I just wanted to get this out.
Anyways, thanks so much for the support!
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Sorry for mistakes. I'm a fail editor.
Also, I'm trying to write a damn essay on Romeo and Juliet.
I hate that story. XD
-Kenny
g i v e m e b a c k m y p o i n t o f v i e w
-Jet
I once had a cat. It was white, thin, and antisocial. Its name was Killer, because it always brought back little dead animals to place inside our house, specifically my shoes. This was the cat that scratched me endlessly, hid mice in my closet, and hissed at me whenever I entered the room. I always liked that cat, but one day during my 11th year, my dad ran over that cat when fiddling with the radio. You see, my father hated folk music with a passion. Now, every time I hear folk music I think of that damn cat.
The beats that drift through the hallways are quiet, yet utterly overwhelming. Folk music is a public enemy. Everybody has retreated outside to have some lasting fun before the school year actually takes off, sort of a last goodbye to the summer months.
Saying hello to this school year will be a pain in my ass, especially when Mello and Matsuda get so worked up over the new freshmen coming in for different reasons. Mello always had better luck with pushing around the youngsters, and Matsuda always enjoyed another friend. Freshmen were annoying to me. I couldn't even stand myself during that time. It was awkward, endless, and boring. How could Matsuda and Mello enjoy the new year?
They're both airheads.
Rather than being outside for the thousandth time in the last week with people I barely like, I've decided to roam the halls. With my hands in my pockets, I don't have a care in the world. It's nice to be left alone once and a while. Business with the shinigami was boring, and wasteful with my time during this period. New member garbage. All of them are less than impressive, although they will have to do.
The next couple of weekends will have to be consumed with tiring plans of how to execute our plans. The worst part was when a boy declined, obviously not knowing the true meaning of our humble society. Those who decline find themselves in a bit of a problem. As some would say, they would be between a rock and a hard place. Either way, it's work that I have to do. There was also the mindless pranks toward students and faculty, and the hate list.
I can see it now, all of this will only deprive Beyond of his favorite task. Sex. The kid is a walking time bomb, who's addicted to sex the way he is to pain. If you did know Beyond, you would know that would be a lot. Beyond is the most adventurous person in bed, I've ever had the pleasure of meeting, yet that wasn't always a good thing. Not that I was a prude, I've had my fair share of warm bodies to keep me going, but nothing compared to Beyond.
Beyond liked being the bottom. It was his little secret. He likes the way he feels during the process, and most girls wouldn't do for Beyond's taste, but when Beyond was desperate he was desperate like no other. The first time I ever got a taste was the end of freshmen year, we had been roommates that year, just like any other year.
To get this story you'd have to know Beyond beforehand. Originally, the kid I had met the first day of school was only slightly twisted. He had the beginning workings of a troubled mind, but nothing special compared to the usual angst that filled the halls. The boy, or man, who changed his way of thinking, was a popular senior.
Of course this senior was a part of the shinigami, and that was what got the two of us in. To be honest, I have no idea what exactly happened the night Beyond disappeared to go meet him the first and last time. Beyond returned all ruffled up and twitchy. After that he was pretty quiet for a few weeks, until suddenly that student disappeared and Beyond was left with an unsatisfied hunger for a bedmate.
Having sex with Beyond was a bit of a mistake on my part. I'm sure it would have happened sooner or later, but it was a lesson learned. Beyond's love hurt more than it should. He wants to touch, scratch, scold, grab, and bleed his partner until there's nothing left but a broken person. Sure, Beyond is fun to have as a one night stand, but anymore would be crossing the line. He's cute. I give him that, but not cute enough to make me work for his problems. In fact, I may have to give him another visit.
Beyond is my closest friend. He's awfully perverted, loud, and eccentric, but I can't help but be used to it. I tolerate him and he tolerates me. We help each other out. I assume maybe some where he knows how bad of a person I am, but we both know we are no angels. It's why we work so well.
I look at the bulletin board, but nothing is amiss. I have caught Mello trying to pull a few tricks during his time here. He's a spunky kid. Annoying like any little brother. The bulletin board was for any special events, lunch calendar, and whatever anyone feels like putting up. Since it's the beginning of the year, it is rather lonely. The only thing worth looking at was the 'welcoming' banner.
"Excuse me?" I step out of the daze. Somebody is next to me, breathing the same air and in my personal bubble.
This must be the famous L Lawliet.
I stare. I stare because I can't help it. Here, in front of me is a carbon copy of the black and white picture on the file I was handed, a picture I barely even looked at. I regret it now, because then I would have been able to smother my obvious surprise. Here, stood in front of me was a face I could never forget.
Right from the start, I can see he reminds me of Beyond, because of the black mass on his head, but any farther then that is nothing similar to anybody I know. L Lawliet was a beautiful person, but the kind of beauty that hides under a rock. You'd have to stare to understand the masterpiece, and it's hard when you're not sure what to think. The longer I stare, the harder it would be to stop.
I can tell few things from his appearance. His back is slightly hunched, probably because he's either lazy or insecure, so tries to make himself smaller, and his eyes were rounded and large, an observer for sure. Pale skin paints him a ghostly picture, meaning he must not get out much. Dressed in the light cream and white version of the uniform made him so washed out.
I do not like the way he is staring back at me. He has about the same expression toward me, which is not so weird, but he does it so well. I can see why he stares, after all I am handsome. I am powerful, it's hard not to gawk, but the way he did it makes my skin crawl. I feel his analyzing eyes on me. He is bugging me out. I wonder if he hears my thoughts and knows my deepest wishes. I feel like those eyes can see my exact intentions. My flaws and weaknesses for all to see, right in front of those dark eyes. I wish to say something, but I am stuck. We are just to people in the hall, staring at each other.
Who was L Lawliet? No about of data on that file could tell me. No Beyond was around to whisper into my ear what he sees and hears from other people. He is brand new, without any sort of mark of poison...Except mine. Mine is absolute.
He opens his mouth. He is about to say some-
"Light!" I swerve my head once again to look down the hall, where at the very end stood my very followers. Beyond folded his arms with impatience, and I knew something had to be going on elsewhere. "Come. On." Beyond demanded, but I just stared at them, unmoving. I am silently pleading for my feet to move.
I glanced back at my victim, who had yet to say anything other than 'excuse me', since he had been rudely interrupted. L is still stuck in his stance like I am. I want to say something to him, something cruel, hurtful, or even polite. Something other than this awkward silence that looped around us.
I walk away, despite my body failing me. Making it to the other end of the long hallway was easier than I thought. I had an itching feeling to look back, to see his face as I make my way toward the very people who will make his life living hell. I finally look back.
L stares back with a face I've seen a few times before, mouth slightly ajar, but not with shock...It was more of a curiosity. It was a good look on him.
"What the hell were you doing?" Beyond questioned, nobody else spoke up. I didn't want Beyond to know about L, at least just yet. When Beyond caught scent of a victim, he wants them all to himself. It was irritating. I wanted L to be my secret. I want the other guys to do what they do best. Isolate him until he has nowhere to go, but me. I want to see L beg and cry.
"Welcoming the new kid." I answered, smiling brilliantly.
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