A/N: Someone shoot me. XD
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Azure Paler than the Sky.
seven.
When class was over and everyone had walked back into the classroom, Mello was fuming silently. The student packed up their items and headed out like the herd of cattle they were and left Mello and Near alone with their professor, who came trudging inside soon after everyone else was leaving. He kicked off his tennis shoes by the door and let it close behind him as he walked over to his stool and climbed upon it.
"Well, that was fun," he sighed, sitting down. "Lots of exercise. Not that I mean to question you on exercise, Mello, as I'm sure you get quite a lot." He regarded Near.
"What the fuck?" Mello shouted, red in the face.
Near sighed, blushing as well.
L looked up thoughtfully. "We should be getting started, don't you think?"
Mello blinked. "Oh. Right." He looked around behind him and then turned back to L. "Uh, so, here, or…?"
"No, no." L got up once again and headed for the door, hunched over. "Come on, I have another studio on the third floor."
"Another?" both boys asked, looking at him.
L said nothing as he opened the door and went out of the hallway. Mello and Near followed him, letting the door to the classroom close quietly behind them. The hallway was dim even with the windows open as the sun was setting and the days were already growing shorter and darker. L's feet padded on the cold linoleum ahead of them and the boys' shoes clicked and squeaked accordingly.
"This is so cool," Mello whispered to his lover excitedly. He had the look of an astronaut about to land on Mars.
Near smiled and nodded. "It's interesting but it's also a little scary… I didn't know there were studios on the third floor. I thought it was all attic."
"Yeah. It's like one of those popular horror movies. L's this creepy teacher and he's lured us into his sex-lair where no one can hear our screams," Mello mused.
Near frowned. "I'd expect that from Matt."
"… I know, we hang out too much."
"It's fine, but maybe we could keep the 'sex-lair' to a minimum."
"Okay, maybe you're right."
L sulked inwardly at Mello's depiction of him but said nothing as they climbed the staircase at the back of the corridor. There were bare light bulbs hanging from the high ceilings that swung from side to side as the three climbed to the third floor. When they got to the hallway, there were only three doors down the long hallway. L went up to the first door and took a key from his back pocket, unlocking the door and it opened before him.
He walked inside without a word to either of his two disciples and they decided to go ahead and follow inside. Both gasped at the large space presented to them; a large room, twice the size of their classroom, with dirty linoleum floors and a wall of windows on the far wall. On the other wall by the door, it was nothing but ceiling-to-floor mirrors and on the corners, some of them were cracked. There was a table close to them that had paints spread out on it and charcoal with chairs surrounding it. A huge easel was over in the center of the room, devoid of canvas.
"Wow…" Near said, his eyes rolling over everything. He took another step forward and something cracked beneath his shoe, causing him to look down at a bit of glass. He looked over at L, standing around with hands in his pockets and bare feet. "L, there's glass on the floor, are you sure you want to be walking around barefoot…?"
L blinked over at him looked down, lifting one of his feet. Near's eyes rounded when they were all cut up with a few cuts still bleeding. "Oh," he said. "You're right."
Near sweatdropped. He… doesn't mind that…?
"I was in here cleaning up for the past week so I supposed I got a bit scuffed," L said, looking out of the window.
Mello shook his head. "This isn't clean. There's glass all over the floor and it smells like rubber!"
"I have an apron in the closet if you'd like to bring the place up to code, Mello."
"… No thanks."
L smiled. "Okay, then. I'll be right back, there are some things I need to get from the storage room down the hall. Make yourselves comfortable," he said as he went to the door again and left.
The two were left alone and Mello smiled brightly, stretching his arms over his head as he walked up behind Near. "This is so great, I can't wait to learn all about L's technique. What about you?"
Near looked up when he realized Mello's arms coming down and around him, pulling him to the blond's chest. He said, "I thought you learned a lot from behind his partner for the fundraiser."
"Well, kinda, but I guess he just told me how to stand and I was pretty nervous so I was quiet."
Near giggled a little.
Mello looked down. "What?"
"You being quiet…"
"… W - hey!"
Near continued to laugh until Mello leant down and placed his mouth on the crook of Near's neck. That quieted him down a little until his laughter was just a small moan and Mello increased the pressure with his teeth, pulling Near closer. The little moan he let out carried through the hollow room, right to L's ears as he reentered.
L walked right past the two and the surprise of his presence shocked them away from each other.
"L, you were watching," Mello accused.
"I was doing no such thing." He set down a canvas by the table, leaning it.
Near cleared his throat shyly. "Sorry, L…"
"You have nothing to apologize for, Near. I'm sure Mello started it."
"What? Why is it always me?" Mello cried.
"I don't know; why is it always you?"
"Ugh!"
"Now, let's get down to business, shall we?" L turned back to the table and moved some things around. There were small tubs of rocks and minerals, different colors around and L moved them to the other side of the table along with some paintbrushes to make room. He then sat at one of the chairs and motioned to the other empty chairs for the boys to do that same.
"Well," Near said, sitting, "do you know what you would like for us to do?"
"Yeah, what're we sitting here for?" Mello asked. "Shouldn't we be working now? Aren't you going to show us something we can use for our own art?"
L rolled his eyes. "First of all, I don't know what I want you to do. Second of all, Mello, this is not PE, we do not jump in and run around aimlessly. Well, that's not true. We are going to run around aimlessly."
"… We are?"
"Yes. You must know that ideas don't come when you want them to. Before beginning, artists flop around like giant tuna on deck for a while."
Near looked confused. "Tuna…"
Mello groaned, "What? So we're just gonna sit here and stare at each other until you get an idea?"
"Until we get an idea. The whole point of this is so you two can be of assistance."
"… We're still gonna stare at each other like idiots."
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The next day, the sun was rising over the shedding trees and lit up the multi-colored ground like it was on fire. It was around seven in the morning, when the campus was still quiet and sleepy, that there was a knock on the door of Matt and Mello's dorm room. Matt turned over in bed sleepily and moaned to Mello, "Get the door, would ya…"
"Fuckin' hell, Matt, you're closer…" mumbled Mello, eyes barely open.
More knocking.
"Okay, okay," Matt groaned, getting up when Mello pulled the covers over his head. He got out of bed in just his red boxers, scratching at his backside as he opened the door with his goggles hanging around his neck. "Hello…?"
"Good morning, Matt," L said, blinking expectantly.
"…L? Good morning," he said, putting his goggles on. "Uh, what's up?"
"I actually came to see you."
"Really? Oh, come in." He backed away from the door, making way. L nodded and walked into the unlit room. Matt flicked the light switch on and watched slightly amusedly as Mello cursed and scrambled around in bed as L stared owlishly at the blond. Mello finally sat up in bed, the covers around his waist as he squinted at L.
"What're you here for so early in the morning, huh?" Mello asked, hoarse.
"I'm surprised. You're shy to show your body to me yet you flaunt it to the rest of the school," said L, his thumb pulling at his bottom lip studiously.
Mello huffed. "Pervert, you just want to see?"
"So?"
"Huh?" Mello whirled his head around.
"Here," L sighed, tossing something to the blond. Mello caught it and looked down at it - a key. "It's to the studio. You should have around the clock access, don't you think? Near has one as well."
"Oh… thanks," he said, staring at it.
L turned back to Matt. "Now, as for you, I have a proposition for you from Wammy. He's interested in starting a school-wide radio show for the students and we've agreed that you would be good for the job. Would you like it?"
Matt blinked, eyes wide. "Radio show?"
Mello looked up. "What the fuck? When was this decided?"
"A few days ago."
"Well… well, sure I'll do it…" Matt stood there, scratching the back of his head in thought. A smile grew on his face as the seconds passed and he was soon beaming at L. "Yeah! I've never had my own radio station before! This'll be great - I can spread the gospel!"
L frowned.
Mello laughed. "He means about video games."
"Ah, I see. Well, come with me, Matt." L took Matt by the hand and led him to the door. "You're going to be on the air in a little while and it's my job to run you through the rules."
"… In a little while?" Matt screeched, being dragged. "L, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I was busy. Come along."
"B-But I'm not dressed!"
"It's radio, not television."
"Uh, I-"
The door shut. Mello blinked and looked back down at the key and pulled the string that was attached to it around his neck. He sighed and rolled over, burying his head under the covers.
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"I'm so excited," Matsuda hollered, dancing around the living room.
Raito looked up, frowning a bit at Matsuda's constant hollering. He hadn't been quiet since he arrived at around eleven o' clock and started going on around Matt being on the radio at noon. Raito had already known this, being told by both L and Mikami at different times after the teacher's meeting. He was quite excited for Matt as well but probably not as much as Matsuda who ran around Raito's kitchen preparing cakes and other snacks.
The younger man came into the living room then just as Raito turned the radio on and set down a cake with white frosting and pieces of strawberry and kiwi decorating it. Raito blinked at it and then at the platters of cookies and muffins as well.
"Matsuda, you're preparing as if L was coming over. Is this all for us?"
"Yes," he replied cheerily. He had a white apron on that was tied tightly in a bow behind him. "Please, eat as much as you want!"
"I'm, uh, really not that into sweets."
Matsuda blinked and looked down towards the floor. "O-Oh… well, that's okay… um…"
"Well, I mean, I'll have some," Raito amended, feeling a little guilty at seeing Matsuda embarrassed. He cracked a smile when Matsuda looked up. "Just don't expect me to be like that glutton L and eat everything. You have some too, okay?"
"Okay!" Matsuda was instantly happy again and slid off his apron and sat on the floor next to Raito. He looked at the radio on the table and heard the small line of static there. "Matt must be really nervous…"
Ratio shook his head, taking a cookie. "No, I bet he's fine. He's really not that shy of a person."
"Oh, I guess not," Matsuda mused. He sighed and picked at a piece of cake as he leaned back into the couch. That's right, he thought, watching Raito out of the corner of his eye, Matt and Raito were around each other a lot last year… so they know a lot about each other… Ah! I got it! I'll ask Matt about Raito to get some inside information… Surely that'll put me at an advantage where Mikami is concerned! Ha! He won't win after all!
"Oh, here it is," said Raito, leaning over and turning up the volume.
"… Is it on? It is? … Okay! This is Matt with the Irai noon-hour radio show!"
Matsuda clapped his hands excitedly. "Yay, Matt!"
"Anyways, thanks for tuning in. I'm supposed to be promoting school spirit and safe sex and stuff like that but I don't think anybody listens to that kind of stuff. At least not Irai students - that's right, I'm looking at you, Mel. Anyway. Here's some announcements from the board. Chicken fingers are now off the menu in the cafeteria, as is the mayonnaise. Uh, second off, janitor of thirty-nine years, Ed Kikiomora was just fired for indecent exposure in the freshman halls. That sucks.
"… Huh? Oh. Okay. Just as a reminder to students, everyone has to stay out of the second floor bathroom in the sculpture building. For a week. Right. Don't really know why. I think the septic tank blew or something. Oh, that reminds me! I was playing Super Mario Sunshine again yesterday - beat it with all Shine Sprites, fuck yes - and I noticed for the first time ever that Peach really doesn't look good in a pony tail.
"I think her face is too long. I'm probably just picky though. Oh, also, if you guys want, you can send me mail and stuff and I'll respond to it on the show! Sounds like fun, huh? I'll answer anything! You want cheat codes? I'm your man! I'll even give you advice if, like, your best friend is a creeper who likes bestiality and stuff. Yeah, I actually know a lot."
Raito groaned aloud and placed a hand over his eyes. "Matt!"
"I think he's doing well," Matsuda noted. "We should send him postcards!"
"Good Lord."
"Really, I mean it! Any problems you have. Jeez, wish I could write to myself. I've got problems, like, well just last night, I got so annoyed because the walls were shak- Ahh! Okay, okay… sheesh… Anyway, anyone who lives in the C dorms know what I'm talking about. Pretty awkward, huh? You're sitting around, trying to clip your toenails or something and then hear lusty cries of passion! S'like something out of a novel or something.
"Oh, does anyone else read those romance novels? With like sex on the piano? S'awesome, right? I know what we're all thinking - let's head over to the music department!"
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"MATT!"
"Mello, please calm down-"
"Calm down? Didn't you hear what he said?"
"Yes but no one really knows-"
"Everyone knows!"
"Yo, guys! Did you catch my broadcast? Wasn't I awesome? Uh… Mel?"
"YOU ASSHOLE!"
"AH! MEL, CUT IT OUT!"
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT!"
"MELLO'S GONE CRAZY!"
"Mello, don't throw things, please-"
"WE HAVE SAFE SEX!"
"M-Mello-"
"WE DON'T SHAKE THE WALLS!"
"COME ON, MEL, IT'S GOOD RADIO!"
"I'LL SHOW YOU GOOD RADIO!"
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The lights were out all over the apartment save for a few scented candles. The windows were open to let in the slightly chilled breeze in front the outside and the moon was full over the Irai campus. From inside the apartment of one teacher, there were soft moans coming from the couch.
Mikami was leaning over Raito and placing tender kisses along his jaw line, his hand on the brunet's shoulder, holding him in place. Mikami's jacket and shirt had been discarded sometime earlier in the evening as were Raito's, the only thing on the young man was his pants, which were halfway unzipped. Raito made a noise and pushed Mikami back, angling his neck so that he could capture the man's lips in a heated kiss.
Mikami moaned at the contact and removed his hand from Raito's shoulder, and pushing down on his abdomen, laying him to the cushions.
He trailed his fingertips to the zipper of Raito's pants and smiled. "Should we go to the bedroom?" he asked.
Raito blushed a little and turned away. "Mm… I don't know."
"Don't be nervous," Mikami purred, leaning down on top of him.
Raito sighed when the man's hands found their way to his waistband and pulled down at them. He took in a sharp breath and exhaled shakily, "T-Teru--
Mikami woke up with a start, looking around. He was breathing heavily and his sheets were wet and sticking to his legs. He looked around, alone in bed as usual, and frowned.
"Shit."
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to be continued.
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A/N: XD Wahahahaha. Thoughts?