Yes, this chapter is significantly shorter than the last. Sorry 'bout that. Also, significantly more messed up, in my opinion, and yes, I kind of do think the OC is kind of crazy…
BWHAHAHAH!!
Then again, so am I.
Disclaimer: I don't own death note, and im not close enough to Mello yet to force him to do the disclaimer.
OH, and does anyone else think that the actor of Doon in The city of ember looked like an RL Matt? I mean, he wears a STRIPED SHIRT, too. Its crazy.
None of the boys at the table moved. In fact, I think most of them were scared to move, just like I was scared to move.
So we sat there. In an unstoppable stand-still in time. Just staring at each other. I was beginning to hate stand-stills. They felt like forever and like an instant at the same time. I didn't know whether to feel rushed or laidback.
The first one to speak was the albino boy. "I think she is afraid of L."
"No shit, Sherlock!" The blonde boy screamed at him. The gamer didn't even flinch at the boys sudden outburst. I noted that it was probably normal for him to be irritable. "But, why would she be afraid of the worlds greatest detective?" He asked, his voice calming down just a little bit.
I wasn't afraid, though. At least not anymore. In fact, I was curious. I wanted to walk over to him and stare at his eyes. I wanted to look at them until my eyes hurt. They were so different from the ruby stones that belonged to my mothers murderer. His obsidian eyes didn't scare me, in fact, I was enchanted by them. But, I didn't trust him one bit either. That mistrust for him is the only thing that kept me under that table.
He was also the first to move. He got out of his awkward position in the chair skillfully, unfolding his legs like a spider. He was very tall, and I felt minuscule in comparison.
He walked slowly toward the table, and for a few moments, I felt the urge to run. He towered over me and then bent down and looked at me.
I knew what he was doing. He was analyzing me, and I analyzed him right back. I would probably think he was a creeper if I wasn't so used to people looking at me like I wasn't human. The blonde, wasn't so calm about it though.
He sat there tense, trying to figure out what was happening, like he couldn't believe L was paying so much attention to me.
"Mister, this question has been nagging me, why are your eyes the color of obsidian?" I was surprised to hear my own voice ring through the room. It wasn't calm, or very cute for the matter. My tone had been very matter-of-fact and cold.
"Well," He began, his voice monotonous, unfazed by the question. "My mother had the genetic code-" I raised my hand to interrupt him.
"Yes, yes. Very well, sir, I am acquainted with the genetic code. I know why you were born with opaque eyes, but my question is: Why aren't they red like they were before?"
"Red? Im not entirely sure that my eyes have ever even been red." He replied, his gaze not leaving me. "In fact, Im ninety-seven percent positive they've always been the color that they are now." The boys at the table just listened to our conversation, carefully. Analyzing my behavior, well, except the red haired one who was still bent over a video game.
I believed him, but I didn't trust him, but it was enough to get me out from under the table to face him head on. If he was planning on murdering me, it wasn't now, and my initial freak out was over.
"Are you alright?" Was the first question he asked once I was out from under the table.
"Well, you were analyzing me that entire time, so what have you concluded?" I asked, curious of his answer.
"I am ninety-nine point eight percent sure that you are mentally stable. Scared and slightly depressive, but stable. Those are my conclusions." He replied shortly. "And what have you concluded about me?"
"Umm… you're far smarter than I, you may or may not be the man who murdered my parents, uh, those kids are close to you, or something…" I said, trying to reply shortly like he did. I was never much good at it, though. I always paused or stopped to think when the answer didn't need thinking.
***
The next day I had to go to my first classes. I got ready early and spent the rest of the morning finding my classes and getting there early so I wouldn't be the stupid new kid who was late. I hated being that kid, because everyone saw you when you entered.
Wammy's classrooms reminded me of a sports stadium. There were tiered seats, and each one was just a long desk that you shared with everybody, at first I hated the idea, because everyone of my classmates would see my stuff, when I saw neatly laid out notebooks by each seat, a pencil, and a stack of books in the corner.
My teacher was a young woman of about the age of thirty, and very organized. I immediately knew why the desks were so neat. Chances were she had one notebook for every student, a pencil, and books. That way they were required to bring nothing to class, and messy unorganized students, like myself, wouldn't clutter her room.
"Oh, hello there. You must be my new student. Quari, right?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Well, you may have expected this school to be like others you have gone to, but it has come to my understanding that you used to change classrooms where you used to live?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Not here at Wammy's. Everything you require is here, and you will hand your notebook at the end of the day. If you are not understanding it, make sure to make a note in your notebook, and we'll make sure to help you." I gulped. I was not a normal note taker.
"Excuse me ma'am, what about things like graph paper-"
"Any special type of paper is included in each notebook. The notebook is thicker than most, and contains every type of paper you will need." And with that, she sent me to my desk. I looked at my notebook to see my name neatly written across the cover, my room number, and a list of my classes.
Selfishly, I looked at the covers of people sitting around me. To the left of me was Near, to the right was Linda, in front of me was Mello, and behind me was Jacent.
I sat down and began writing.
I'm sorry, but I must pre-apologize for the notes that may be written in this notebook, and you this misfortune of trying to understand them. I don't always understand things, and so to help remember something, I must often draw a picture or write a short story that often makes no sense and leads to you thinking that I am a disturbed chi-
I stopped when I felt someone reading what I was writing. I looked to my left to see the white-haired kid from the library reading what I was writing at unimaginable speed. I don't know how he was able to read my barely legible handwriting, and I instinctively raised a hand to cover what I had been writing.
"Interesting." He said before turning away.
"Not everyone can be perfect, okay? So what if I have to draw the letter Y with a cowboy hat to remember that the Y values are called the 'range'?" I said to him through clenched teeth. "At least I am warning her of my messed up brain."
He remained emotionless, just listening to me as I told him about all the messed up notes I have taken, I was in the middle of talking about the one time I invented demon bugs to explain slope-intercept form when the blonde and red haired children from the library walked in.
I was talking sort of loud, and they heard me. "I told you she was crazy, Matt." The blonde said, laughing his head off.
"At least I'm no cross dresser." I said harshly, not caring about his feelings at this point, it was my first day at school, and a decent number of people already thought I was crazy, and I was running my mouth a lot more than I ever did. I guess it was because, for the first time, people listened to what I said.
"What did you say? You bastard! Take that back!" He yelled, letting loose a chain of colorful words that someone his age.
"A nine year old should not know those words!" I shouted back. His friend, Matt, that had been trying to hold back his friend let go and slapped himself on the forehead, shaking his hand.
"I really wish you hadn't said that." He said, returning to his video game and getting out of the classroom. Meanwhile the blonde was sucking in a large amount of air.
"You want to say that to my face, you slut?!? Im not nine years old like that stupid sheep, Near! Im ten, and three quarters!" He shouted, charging towards me.
Uh-oh.
Yep, I know. Typical Mello. Thanks for reading and please review.
Mello: Im going to beat her so badly-
Me: YOU CANT REVEAL WHAT HAPPENS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER IM CENSORING YOU, MISTER!
Mello: -CENSORED-
Me: AHAHAH!! GOODBYE, MELLO! -sends to censor land.-
See ya, please review! Thanks to my two first reviewers!
xYuzuki-Tachiox
xxyangxx2006
Thanks a gazillion for reviewing!