I made you guys wait a long time, so I gave you a long chapter with TWO (not one) long journal entries. Sorry for neglecting to update for so long. I've been brainstorming so many KHR fanfictions (and one or two for APH) that I kind of forgot about the Wammy gang.

By the way, this chapter isn't long because I was being nice; it's long because I started writing and couldn't stop. I actually had to tell myself to quit writing because I'd been procrastinating this for too long and plus I didn't want to get you all spoiled by this long chapter. Please consider this an unusually long chapter, and not something that's going to become orthodox. Mainly because I'm super lazy. So sorry if the ending sounds a little forced. :P

Anyway, enjoy...

OH! I almost forgot: There's a major Naruto reference, but as far as I can tell, it's not a spoiler. If you think it is, please message me or review or something, and I'll see what I can do.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of the characters.

December 17

It's around five o'clock in the morning. I was just sneaking back up into the orphanage to get Matt's batteries, which there were somehow more of (how early does Roger get up, anyway?). Now all I have to do is wake up the other too.

We're around three to four miles away from Wammy's now. Since none of us are older than ten years old, we're running out of energy more quickly than I would like. I hate childhood.

Anyway, we stopped to eat a quick lunch near a more forested area at noon. This was mainly because we all had to pee, and trees were the best toilets we could find. At least we're not girls, who have sit down to use the toilet. Gee, am I glad to be male.

Right when I was coming back after using the toiletree, I saw a rainbow mushroom. And it was glowing, which wasn't normal. I almost bent down and grabbed it, but I didn't know if it was poisonous or not, so I left it.

I led the other two to the mushroom. Near looked at it and said, "It's dyed all those colors."

But food shouldn't have any say in things, so Matt and I ignored him. Actually, it was just me, because I'm the only one of us who has a rational thought process.

Matt just had to press the little twit to explain. "You think?" he said.

"Yes," Near replied. "Toadstools are usually monochromatic."

I hate Near. He thinks he's so smart just because he knows what monochromatic means.

And then, whaddaya know, there were more shiny rainbow mushrooms down the path. So, I thought, I must have finally found the path to the unknown city in which the chocolate factory resides! (Don't you just love my vocabulary and wording structure? I'm so smart.)

I told Matt and Near that we may have something special on our hands, and that we should totally follow the mushrooms. Matt plays too many video games, so of course he was like, "Yeah, totally! I bet it'll lead to Vermillion City. At first you can only get there by boat, but I don't feel like battling Gary. You know, that guy is so annoying. Always picking the Charmander when I pick the Bulbasaur! Get a spine, man! He's such a coward… if he wanted to show me how awesome of a Trainer he is, he should get a Pokemon that has a disadvantage to mine and beat me then!"

(Of course Matt's rant was way longer and way more agonizing than that, but I'd started tuning him out right around there, so don't ask for anymore questions about what the hell he was talking about. I'm just lucky I can even spell "Charmander" and "Bulbasaur.")

Near was harder to please, but, hey, his comfort was not exactly on the top of my priority list. Sorry, but if he'd been expecting comfort, well, he shouldn't have decided to come along with us.

Oh wait, I forgot. He didn't. It was completely against his will.

That aside, I'll explain the situation now.

Matt, Near, and I followed the mushrooms, and we've ended up at some weirdo's grave. There's an inscription written in kanji/hiragana―I'm kind of rusty on my Japanese, so this might not be accurate―and I think it says something along the lines of Orochimaru. I don't really know who that is or what that means (or why the heck there's a Japanese grave in the middle of a forest in England), but it's kind of creepy.

Well, whether it's creepy or not, we have to sleep here tonight, because this is a nice big clearing, and I don't think it's private property. Anyway, it's starting to get too dark for me to write, so bye for now.

From,

Mello (who does not want to sleep on a grave)

December 18

Last night was not fun.

I saw a ghost. It was, like, coming out of the grave, and I had to wake Matt up. He was like, "What the heck's wrong with you, Mello?"

"I saw a ghost," I replied. "The grave. We've got to get away from the grave."

Matt rolled his eyes (well, that's what he probably did; it was too dark to really see). "There is no ghost," he replied, switching on a flashlight and pointing it in different directions.

And…

"Oh, God!" he whispered, beaming the light toward a tree.

I slunk a little deeper into my sleeping bag. "A ghost?!"

"No!"

"Then what?"

"There's a dead body hanging from that tree!"

This is pretty embarrassing, but I did yelp (involuntarily, of course).

"Haha, just kidding. You're so easy to spook, Mello."

"Shut up!"

"But there is a snake over there."

That time he was telling the truth, because I saw it myself. It was completely white, but it didn't look harmful, so I decided that we should just ignore it. Besides, spirits were what we should have been afraid of.

"Matt, a snake's nothing compared to a ghost. Ghosts will eat your head."

"I'm not scared of the snake, and ghosts don't exist!"

"Yes, they do!"

"I'm trying to sleep," a bored-but-rather-annoyed-but-still-pretty-bored-sounding voice said.

Yes, Near still uses a monotone even if he's cranky. And he's a frickin' eight-year-old. He's never gonna get a girlfriend, I'm telling you.

Anyway, I had less trouble going back to sleep because I knew Matt and Near were awake (unconscious people are no use against ghosts, you see).

It's about noon now. We're all tired because of the ghosts. (Actually, just Matt and Near. I think they're annoyed at me.)

Anyway, because the mushrooms apparently didn't lead to Wonka's chocolate factory, I'm going to have to stick with the original plan (interrogating Roald Dahl). But how were we going to find him? Where'd the book say he lived again?

I brought these questions up, and Near and Matt gave me funny looks.

"Oh, yeah," I said. "He was recently living in Great Missenden… but that's almost across England. How are we supposed to get from Winchester to―" I stopped. "I know! Let's hijack a car."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Right. Let's do that. Yup. 'Three male kid geniuses hijack a car and get away!' I can see the newspaper headline already."

"Don't get sarcastic with me, Matt," I warned.

"Who are you, my mother?"

"You don't have a mother!"

"Mello, that was mean!"

Near finally cut in. "None of us have mothers. Mello, I brought a map."

I snatched it from him as he brought it out of the extremely heavy bag he was carrying (hey, if we have to eat him, he should at least have some muscle).

"Right," I said grudgingly. "Good. Maybe I'll give you a cookie later."

Near looked at me with an expression of something like contempt. Then he sat on the ground and dropped the backpack.

"Okay, Matt," I started. "If we hijack a car, we'll need to follow this map. I'm the oldest, so I'll drive. You can read me directions from the map, and the twit here can sit in the back seat with the luggage."

"Uh, Mello?" Matt said.

"What?"

"Can't we just take a bus or something? Hijacking cars is illegal, and none of us knows how to do it."

Near raised his hand. "I do."

Matt gave him an alarmed glance, but I ignored that bastard―I mean, that twit. "Matt, we can't take the bus," I said. "If we take the bus, we'll be seen by other passengers, and we've been missing for a day. No doubt Roger's already called the police."

"We could disguise ourselves," Matt said. "Hijacking a car would be cool, but I don't want to go to jail this early in my life."

Oh. Disguises. Duh.

"On second thought," I said, "I agree with you, Matt. I guess it's not like we're able to hijack a car anyway."

"I know how…" Near started, but I cut him off.

"We're going to have to hike out of here. We'll have to spread out if we see people, and don't make too much sound walking."

"You sound like some kind of commando or something," Matt commented dryly.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know anything!"

"Mello, you're hurting my feelings!" That comment came out pretty sarcastic.

"That's great! I hope your feelings feel like they just got chucked into a volcano!"

"They do, all thanks to you!"

"I hear footsteps," Near said.

Matt and I got quiet. At first I didn't hear anything, but then I heard voices and feet and crunching leaves.

"Make sure we've got everything," I whispered. After a survey of the ground, I said, "Okay, spread out. We don't want to be seen."

"Mello?"

"What, Near?"

"We could just ask for directions to the road," he said quietly.

"Then we'll look like lost children, and we might get sent back to the orphanage."

"Where are we going in the first place?" Near asked.

I kindly ignored his question.

In the end, the three of us just stuck together, for fear of getting separated. Besides, Near's too weak to walk very far with that heavy backpack all on his own.

We did ask the people for directions, but they didn't seem very suspicious. They were only a few years older than I; teenagers, not concerned adults.

When we finally got to the road, we waited at the bus stop until a big red double-decker bus passed by. I'm glad I thought to bring money; otherwise we wouldn't have been able to pay the fare.

I'm sitting on the bus writing this right now, which is pretty hard, because I keep getting bumped up and down. So I'll quit writing for now.

See you later,

Mello (who is feeling slightly carsick)

Thanks for reading! Also, I know nothing about how English people talk (yeah, I'm just a stupid little American :D), so... if you have any suggestions that could improve my accuracy, please let me know. Again, thanks for reading! ^^