I Write Sins, Not Tragedies
ChipsAhoypup
Warning: Boy love. Don't like, don't read.
A/N I got a giant brain storm for what is to happen next. I'm excited; the plot is set up a lot more complicated than it had originally been. But I want to reveal it gradually, so that it won't explode all in your faces. So this is probably going to turn pretty mysterious. Bear with me, please. I hope you enjoy mysteries. ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Credit for plot bunnies of the story go to Nikkacatmeki.
A bunch of kids ran about a heavily decorated room, yelling excitedly. Party hats slanted off their heads. The only child that wasn't screaming his head off was a wide-eyed, raven-haired, abnormally-crouching genius. He sat in front of the cake, his knees up to his chests, staring at the frosting intently.
Two waxy candles sat on the cake contentedly. The candles each were shaped as the number 1. Together, it made 11. Eleven. L was turning eleven.
He wasn't wearing a hat; he had refused to. He had claimed in a hushed tone, "The string hurts my chin." The other kids had rolled their eyes and snapped them on their own heads, giving L agitated looks, as if not wearing a party hat was illegal.
After ten prolonged minutes, Roger finally came out with a match. He lit both of the candle's tips, and everyone in the room sang Happy Birthday. But L wasn't paying attention to anything except for the cake.
Once the song ended, L didn't hesitate in blowing the flames out. "Did you make a wish?" Several children shouted. L didn't respond, and once again, the children grew irritated in his silence.
As L mutely scooped handfuls of cake into his mouth, he wondered if his wish would come true. Really, he didn't believe in such childish things as wishes. But it was worth a shot. So, yes, he had made a wish. He had wished his hardest as the children were singing, hoping that it would work.
But the hope didn't do anything to L's faith in wishes. The mere prospect of a wish coming true was humorous in itself, and if L was notorious for laughing, he would've right then. But, no, L kept a straight face, no hint of amusement rising up. He always had been like that, which was why he was carefully avoided.
And yet, no amount of hope could brace L for what happened the next day.
For, the next day, everything in L's life was flipped upside down.
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After L and Light had gotten acquainted with one another, (if you can call telling someone your nightmares a form of acquaintance), L offered to introduce Light to the others.
At first, Light was reluctant to talk to them, since his earlier "conversations" with them had not gone so well.
But L convinced the orphan that he was going to make sure none of them would pull anything. Mello especially.
Light finally gave in, and L decided to lead him to Near first, since the calmer orphan was less likely to be rude.
And, it turned out, this was a great decision.
The instant L entered his room, Near glanced up from his dice tower. It was as if an alarm had been placed in his head, and went off whenever L was nearby.
"Hello, Near. I don't think you have been properly introduced to Light," L stated, stepping aside to reveal a wary Light.
"Hello, Light. I'm Near," The albino responded calmly, getting up to shake the brunette's hand.
"Nice to meet you," Light said, looking reassured by Near's polite attitude. "Do you like to build things?" Light inquired, pointing at the half-built dice tower.
"Yes, I'm rather fond of puzzles." Near tilted his head to the side and smiled some. "Do you like puzzles?"
"Sure, they're fun," Light casually replied.
"Wonderful. Would you like to help me finish my tower?" Near proposed. Light faltered, but only for a moment, before nodding. "What about you, L?" The albino turned towards his roommate.
L agreed without much hesitation.
And, for the next half-hour, the three spent their time building what seemed to be a legit dice city. After they had finished, L and Light were just beginning to leave. But Near hastily asked, "Aren't you going to play?"
Puzzled, L and Light turned to see that Near held three dolls—action figures, to be more precise. "Maybe later. I wanted to introduce Light to the other four," L said with a note of apology in his voice.
"Oh… alright then." Near recovered quickly. He grabbed a deck of cards and proceeded to build a house out of them.
And with that, L and Light were off to greet A and B. Light had a little more of a skip in his step, which made L apprehensive. B didn't get along well with new kids. He was like the one jealous dog that would bark at any other dogs that passed by.
But unlike the jealous dog, his bite was way worse than his bark.
L noticed that A and B had their door shut. A sign hung on it that read 'Do Not Disturb.' "Huh… I guess we should visit Mello and Matt instead."
With the change in plans, L could breath easier. Mello's bark was worse than his bite; the total opposite of B. The newfound comrades marched to Mello and Matt's room, and this time L had a slight skip in his step too. But only a slight one.
When they arrived at Mello and Matt's room, they discovered that the door was shut, but there was no sign that claimed that they were not allowed to enter. So L lightly rapped on the door and waited until he heard Matt call, "Come in!"
L yanked open the door. Inside the room, Mello and Matt had their backs facing L and Light, while they rapidly pressed buttons on GameCube controllers.
Right when Light saw the back of Mello's head, his eyes flashed in recognization. But that faded instantly into fear; he seemed to remember how Mello had argued with him before. Not a good first impression.
"Come on," L whispered, tugging Light forward.
"But me and him… we didn't get along well," Light hissed, pointing at the blonde-haired orphan.
"He doesn't get along well with everyone he first meets. He even used to be mean to me." Actually, he's still mean to me, but it would be best not to point that out, L added silently.
Light still looked uncertain, but L didn't care at this point. He practically dragged Light over to the two gamers, who barely noticed them.
L and Light exchanged a glance, and silently agreed not to bother Mello and Matt until their round was over. So they sat beside each other and watched the intense battle before them.
The red head and the blonde were playing Mario Kart: Double Dash.
Matt, who was, typically, Mario and Luigi, seemed to be an expert at this game. He didn't swerve off of the digital road once, and always seemed to obtain the best items.
Mello, on the other hand, was Peach and Daisy, and was constantly getting "pwned" (as Matt called it) with every item known to man. The blonde was constantly cursing; shells tripped him up, bolts of lightning struck him… Somehow, near the end of the match, Mello pulled up ahead of Matt and declared victory. However, Matt had managed to capture the winged shell.
The shell zipped off of Matt's screen in a flash of blue light. Mere seconds later, it appeared in Mello's screen and slammed into him head-on. Peach and Daisy were sent tumbling backwards, while Mario and Luigi were victorious.
L and Light applauded the avid gamer's victory, and only then did the two notice their visitors.
"What are you two doing in here?" Mello asked accusingly.
"Matt said we could come in," L replied dully.
"Why did you want to come in the first place?" Mello shot back.
"I just wanted to introduce you to Light." L gestured towards the apprehensive brunette who sat beside him.
"Oh yeah… I remember you…" Mello said, his expression unreadable. "I'm Mello." He stuck out a sticky, chocolate-coated hand, which Light politely shook. L had to admit, he was a good actor; disgust didn't even register on Light's face, and he only wiped his hand off once Mello had turned away.
"I'm Matt," Matt piped up, also sticking a hand out; his was a lot less dirty than Mello's, and Light shook it too.
"Nice to meet you both." Light smiled in a friendly manner.
"Hey, why don't we verse each other? Me and Mello versus you and L?" Matt offered, looking enthusiastic.
"I'm game." Mello smirked competitively.
"I've never really played before." Light frowned.
"It's not hard. I've only played once or twice before, but the controls are simple," L explained as Matt handed out controllers. As Matt and Mello began to argue about which car they were going to choose, L demonstrated the controls to Light.
Once Matt and Mello compromised on a car, Light had the controls down by heart. The air in the room became tense as the battle began.
Matt and Mello were their favorite characters, Mario and Peach. L had chosen Yoshi, since he really had no clue who any of the characters were, and Light had chosen Bowser, because he looked "bad-ass." (Mello was the one who had said this; Light was too polite to curse.)
And so began the battle.
Of course Matt and Mello broke out into a fight again. They both wanted to drive, and only one character could drive, while the other threw items.
L and Light had no such problem. The default simply drove, which happened to be Light, while L's character sat in the back. Actually, it seemed better this way; Light somehow seemed to have much experience in driving for a twelve-year-old.
And L had pretty good aim for a twelve-year-old as well. Of course, the genius calculated the angle before throwing a green shell every time the opportunity came up.
It turned out that Matt and Mello were a horrible team. Every time Matt drove, he ended up getting hit repeatedly with shells. Mello was a better driver, but Matt never seemed to want to give up the wheel.
And Matt had just so happened to pick the hardest course in the game: Rainbow Road. The difficult part? The road was a very thin strip of land, and if the driver went off-course and fell off of the road, it took a good 10 seconds before they're allowed back on the track.
This usually gives the opposing team a chance to pull ahead.
Matt, with his horrible driving, fell into the dark perimeter of the course at least 30 times during one round, and Mello was cursing up a storm.
L and Light, however, were oblivious. They were so determined on winning that they barely heard the arguing pair. They ended up winning by a landslide.
Mello started up another round of cursing, while L and Light high-fived each other triumphantly. "Good game," Matt said exasperatedly, while glaring at Mello, who had just caused his high-score to be knocked down to number 2. Matt was not number 2. Not in the video game world, at least.
L and Light could sense the tension between the roommates (it wasn't that hard, what, with Mello swearing at Matt and Matt glaring daggers in response) and decided to leave.
As they entered the hallway, the congratulated each other with praise on their skills.
"Your driving was excellent."
"Are you kidding? That was nothing compared to the way you threw those shells."
"Handling items is easy. I don't think I'd ever be able to drive."
"Driving is just as easy. I always used to watch my da—" Light broke off in midsentence, and an awkward silence hung between the two. L knew why Light hadn't finished his sentence, and decided to change the subject in fear of Light sobbing again.
"So, would you like to see A and B now?" L hoped the door was open now.
"Sure." Light looked grateful for the transition of thoughts, and they promptly went up to A and B's door for the second time that day.
Luckily, the entrance was ajar this time. What was in the room, however, was unexpected.
A and B were laying on the bed together, sweat beaded on their skin. They were heavily panting. The bed was unkempt, with blankets tossed to the side; it was stripped down to the mattress, which happened to be soaking wet.
"Uh…" L and Light stared, as if unsure whether or not to ask what was going on. But just then, B abruptly sat up and thrust a bucket of water towards L. The genius stumbled backwards while attempting to get a good grip on the bucket.
"Holy water," B mumbled, pulling the blanket up off the floor and wiping the liquid off of himself. "I was getting rid of the monsters for A."
"Why are you so out-of-breath?" L wondered. B and A stared, as if unwilling to answer.
Then B replied: "We always do some sort of tribal dance to keep the monsters away."
L and Light just stared. B cleared his throat and snatched the bucket back from L. "Anyways, what are you two doing in our room?" B asked, seeming to notice Light for the first time.
"I wanted to introduce you to Light." L gestured toward his companion, who looked a little weirded out.
"Oh yeah. You're the one that we made cry, right?" B smirked as Light flinched at the memory. "I'm B, and this is A." He gestured toward his wheezing friend, who was still sprawled out on the mattress.
"Nice to… meet you…?" Light's voice rose an octave. Apparently these two scared the living daylights out of him. Although L could see why.
"Sorry for bothering you, we'll be leaving now." L had easily guessed that Light was scared, and started dragging the grateful brunette out the door.
"Bye," A called with a small wave. As the door shut, L noticed that they had placed a new sign on it which read 'Enter if you dare.'
A/N This chapter took so long to make. Not to mention I'm a night owl, so I spent most of the night making this.
Then in the morning, when I went back to finish, I grew lazy.
I'm so much more active and creative in the night than I am during the day.
Oh, and I have weekend homework that is building up. I was hoping that the snow would keep us from the impending doom of tomorrow, but it's looking like the odds aren't in my favor.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Reviews to me are like the syrup on the waffle—they make it all the more sweeter. (Fuh, bad analogy is bad.)