I Write Sins, Not Tragedies
ChipsAhoypup
Warning: Boy love. Don't like, don't read.
A/N So she said, 'What's the problem, baby?' What's the problem, I don't know, well maybe I'm in love. Think about it, every time I think about it, can't stop thinking about it. How much longer will it take to cure this? Just to cure it 'cause I can't ignore it if it's love. ~Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Credit for plot bunnies of the story go to Nikkacatmeki.
Four boys were huddled together, although they looked extremely bored. "Ugh… we've played with every toy in Wammy's…" A white haired boy complained.
"What now?" A raven haired child asked, scooping a purple substance out of a jar.
"Why are you eating jam straight out of the bottle?" Another raven haired kid asked, wrinkling his nose.
"You're one to talk. You eat nothing but sugar," The jam-eating child shot back.
"D-don't fight," A brown haired boy whimpered, shrinking back some.
"…I'm sorry for scaring you, A," The jam-eating one said after a moment.
"Me too."
"It's okay, B and L. I'm fine," A assured them with a small smile.
"But—" B began, but was interrupted by a loud, obnoxious voice.
"Matt! Where the hell are you?!" A blonde haired child—it was hard to tell whether it was a girl or a boy—breezed past the four, knocking A over. Of course, this put B on the defensive.
"Hey!" Shouted B, jumping to his feet and storming over to the obnoxious blonde. "Who do you think you are, shouting and pushing my friends over?!"
"I think I'm Mello," The blonde shot back.
"Well, Mello, I think you're a ditz," B growled.
"And I think you're an idiot." Mello turned and began walking away again. B, enraged, leapt forward and tackled the other to the ground.
The two children rolled around, a yellow-and-black blur. They were shouting unintelligible curse words, causing a group of children to be drawn towards them. L, Near, and A watched with wide eyes, waiting to see who would emerge victorious.
"Did Mello get in a fight again?" The three boys jumped at the voice that had suddenly appeared next to them. They turned to see a redhead wielding a DS, a bubblegum cigarette in his mouth.
"Is Mello the blonde?" Near asked, to which the redhead nodded. "Then yes."
"Ugh..." The redhead rolled his eyes. He gently put the DS on the ground, balancing the bubblegum cigarette on it. Then he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "Mells, if you don't stop fighting, I'm going to take away all your chocolate!"
The rolling blonde immediately stopped. The raven, however, continued rolling, and barreled into A. "Oof!" B finally stopped rolling, awkwardly laying on top of A.
"Matt, you don't mean that, do you?" Mello gasped, paying no attention to the others.
"Yes, I do," Matt answered smugly.
"Okay, I'll be good, I promise," Mello whimpered, scurrying up to Matt and practically clinging to his legs. Like an over-excited puppy greeting his master.
"Apologize," Matt ordered, pointing at B, who had just climbed off of A. He was presently brushing himself off.
"…" Mello turned towards B, staring stubbornly for a moment, before uttering a quiet, "Sorry."
B just stared, looking hesitant to reply. "Say you're sorry too," A whispered encouragingly.
"…I'm sorry too," B huffed after a moment.
"Hey, you two want to join us?" L spoke up in an effort to break the tension.
"Why, what are you doing?" Mello asked skeptically.
"Um… nothing, actually," L sighed.
"Then how about you join us?" Mello smirked slyly.
"Hm?" L blinked.
"We're playing Super Smash Brothers, want to play?" Matt pitched in.
"…What's Super Smash Brothers?" A and B asked in unison. Matt and Mello gaped.
"…Y-you don't know…? Wow. You guys are deprived. Come on, I'll show you how to play," Matt said, gesturing for them to follow. The four exchanged a wary glance before shrugging and following their new pair of friends.
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The four chosen children piled into the car. Mello and Matt fought over the front, although L and Light were content with the back seat. Eventually, Roger told Mello and Matt that they could both sit in the front.
Mello and Matt agreed, not so reluctantly.
"Put on music, Roger, put on music," The two passenger seaters chanted as the car went into motion.
"If I do, will you two shut up?" Roger growled, glaring at Mello and Matt as he screeched to a halt at a red traffic light.
"Maybe," Mello snickered.
The driver groaned and turned on the radio, muttering about how he wished he hadn't brought the two Ms.
Mello and Matt seemed to know the song, and sang it at the top of their lungs. L and Light, however, listened silently, taking in the lyrics.
Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
And now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some
I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours
Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn—
Apparently Roger rather disliked swear words. Even ones as harmless as "damn." Right when Mello and Matt blurted it out, Roger changed the station. The two in the front became silent, grumpy as a song they didn't know came on.
Red, Blue, Green lights
Flicker undercover
Miss me like no other.
Miss me like no other.
Blackout trailblazing
Jokin' underwater
Miss me like no other.
Miss me like no other.
We get a little lonesome
We get a little low sometimes.
Light hummed the song quietly to himself, while L stared out the side of the window. He listened to Light's humming more than he listened to the actual song.
And what you say
Just fades away
Get down on a low day.
The next verse was just about to start, but before Light could continue humming, the car hit a bump. It jumped, and L, who was sitting in his weird crouch without a seatbelt restricting him, tumbled to the left. Which was where Light happened to be sitting.
The raven collided with the brunette, both grunting in pain.
The car continued moving, as if nothing had happened.
L lay uncomfortably on Light's lap, sprawled out like a dog who wanted his stomach rubbed. Before he could even move, the two front-seaters chorused, "L and Light sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
L felt his face turn red, and he glanced up at Light to see the color he expected to be on his own face reflected on the brunette's. "S-sorry… the car hit a bump… and I fell…" L stammered, climbing off of Light's lap and backing away.
"I-it's okay… I understand…" Light murmured, turning to stare out the window. L turned in the opposite direction, his back to Light, as the song droned on. The rest of the ride was awkward; L and Light were as silent as mice, while Matt and Mello occasionally sung to songs they were familiar with.
At last, they arrived at the grocery store. L got out the door on the right while Light got out on the door on the left. They seemed reluctant to join hands, but did so due to their fear of Roger, who wouldn't stop glaring until their hands were connected.
Matt and Mello linked arms and skipped into the store, loudly harmonizing, "We're off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz."
The other two followed behind less enthusiastically. When they entered the store, Light halted and glanced around, looking tentative. "What's wrong?" L asked, tilting his head to the side while staring at Light.
"Nothing. Just reminiscing," Light said casually, brushing it off. L was doubtful, but he decided not to question it.
Roger stomped past them, making a beeline towards Mello and Matt, who had somehow gotten their hands on a cart. Mello sat in the cart. Matt gripped the handlebars tightly and bounded forward, shouting at people who were in their way. "It's like Mario Kart, only for real," Matt shouted as he spun the cart around a corner. Roger followed them, threatening to give them a detention if they didn't stop.
"I think we were forgotten," L murmured, glancing around. "Should we go and start to collect food?"
"Yeah. Let's move quick before Mello and Matt get kicked out," Light decided, power-walking towards a random aisle. L trailed behind. "What do the kids at Wammy's like?"
"We all have our fetishes," L explained. "I prefer sweet food, B likes jam, Mello loves chocolate…" He trailed off with a shrug.
"So… The top three food items on our list are: sugary foods, jam, and chocolate?" Light asked, ticking them off on his fingers.
"Yeah, and we might need some healthy foods for the non-picky eaters… and you can get your favorite food too." L smiled the slightest bit, which made Light smile back.
"Okay." The two scrambled off to get a cart in their possession. Once they did so, they continued to grip each other's hand, in case Roger decided to make a surprise appearance while they were shopping.
L and Light seemed to be the only responsible ones; Mello and Matt's whooping was heard from the other end of the store, accompanied with Roger's furious shouts of rage.
"Okay, we have cookies, doughnuts, cinnamon rolls, chocolate, jam, apples, oranges," Light listed, pointing to each food item as he introduced them, as if he were introducing his friends to someone.
"All we need now is your favorite food," L quipped once Light finished naming every food item they had piled in the cart.
"Oh yeah." Light blinked, walking towards a different aisle. L followed behind, pushing the cart with one hand. It swerved to the side, nearly crashing into a lady and her child; L quickly broke his other hand out of Light's grip, putting both hands on the handlebar. He dodged the innocent lives just in time.
"Sorry," L murmured curtly as he passed by. The lady snorted in reply, scooping her child into her arms. She shot L a menacing glare, and the poor orphan's heart raced. He scrambled after Light's retreating figure.
Light hadn't noticed that L was no longer with him, and was now in the aisle he'd been aiming for. L pushed the cart into the aisle, then released his hands from the handlebar, turning towards the brunette.
"Did you get what you were looking for?" He breathed.
"Mmhmm." Light proudly held up a bag of potato chips.
"Hnh? Chips?" L tilted his head. "Are they sweet?"
Light burst out laughing at the raven's inquiry. L stared blankly, waiting patiently for the other orphan to contain his laughter.
After about forty seconds, Light stopped laughing. "No, they're salty."
"…What does salt taste like?" L ducked his head, expecting Light would laugh again.
"You mean you've never had salt before?" Light looked awe-struck.
"No. But A said that there's salt on french fries." L paused, before adding, "He likes french fries a lot, but I don't know what they taste like either."
"Do you… do you ever eat normal food?" His voice held an emotion L had heard only once before. The emotion L had heard on the day he had arrived at Wammy's.
Pity.
"No, but it's only because I don't want to. Sugar helps me think. That's all. I could eat 'normal' food if I wanted to," L growled, making air-quotes as he said the word, normal. "So don't feel sorry for me."
"…I never said I felt sorry for you." Irritation tingled in Light's voice. "What's your problem? I only ask a simple question, and then you get all angry."
"I don't have a problem." L narrowed his eyes, glaring at the brunette.
"There you go again. You're so easily angered." Light tossed his potato chip bag into the cart, grabbing hold of the handlebars before L could even move. "Come on." He reached out and folded his fingers around L's wrist.
L put as much distance between himself and Light as possible as the two made their way through the store, hands unwillingly linked together. "I don't hear them anymore. Where do you think they went?" Light asked after a moment of awkward silence.
"I have no clue. Let's just walk around the whole store. We're bound to find them at some point," L grumbled.
And find them they did. After ten minutes of scouring the store for the juvenile delinquents, they found the two huddled underneath a toilet paper tower. "Where's Roger?" L murmured as he came into their hearing distance.
"I dunno. We lost him after we ran him over with the cart," Matt answered, to which Mello snickered.
"Good times, good times," The blonde sighed.
"Good times? That was only five minutes ago." Matt blinked at Mello.
"I know." Mello socked Matt in the shoulder. "Don't be a smart-ass."
"Then you don't be a dumb-ass," Matt retorted, shoving Mello to the side. The two continued to tussle with one another, until Light pointed out:
"You're about to tip the toilet paper over."
Two things happened right at that moment:
One of the two pairs of kids backed away from the toilet paper to safety.
The other pair got crushed by a pile of toilet paper.
A/N Cliffhanger. ^^ Can you guess who got to safety and who got a faceful of toilet paper?