No L or Matsuda in this chapter! Aww.
This was personally just a fun chapter, not much else. Not too long, either.
Thank you for the reviews I have been getting, I would appreciate more! Good or bad!
I tried not to explain anything else in this chapter other than the fact that Near and B are trying to kill L, and have also gotten the... assistance of Mello and Matt in the process. I was going to add L into this chapter, but I'm still contemplating what to do with him.
What would you like to see happen with L? Obviously he probably won't die, but I already have set in place that he will end up inside of a fire. Would you like to see him get back at Near, B, Mello, and Matt or what?
I hope you enjoy this chapter!
This is still day 2/7 of L's visit, boy what a long day.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"Well," an exasperated raven-haired boy pressed, "do you understand now, Matt?"
"Yep," the response jovially sickening and too familiar.
B sighed, "You don't do you?"
"Course I do, right Mel?!"
The blond looked away, his face stricken with shame.
After a moment the albino chimed in, "It's highly unlikely that mush brain here does, B." Near commenced clearing the floor of his set of Legos, "I'm sure you have numerous other plans that won't involve… them."
"What the fuck do you mean by 'them'?!" The blond's eyes locked onto the albino, his face flushed red with anger, "Matt's the uncooperative one, here!"
"You're only cooperating so you can fuck the detective's dead corpse, which by now you should know, will be burned to the ground."
"Shut the fuck up, B!" Mello clenched his fists, crumbling the newly opened chocolate bar he had only just pulled out of his pocket in the process.
The raven-haired boy foresaw what his next remark would lead to, Mello either fucking him to death, or killing him on the spot then fucking his dead corpse. And even though the former was the more likely and the more painful, he did not hold his tongue, "So you're not going to admit it?"
"There's nothing to admit, now shut up!" The blond was now, more than ever seeping asperity… and gas.
"I hope you're content with disappointment," came the chancy response.
Mello slid off of the sink and made his way across the bathroom, his target insight, the only thing that could possibly stop him…
A goggle wearing, red-headed boy being completely oblivious to the situation at hand calling out, "I have to go to the bathroom!"
That same red-headed boy having been black mailed by a seemingly harmless Nate River.
The blond turned around, sending a scowl towards the red-head.
In that short amount of time Beyond Birthday had grabbed his golden hair and forced his face into the bowl of a toilet that had not been cleaned and would not be cleaned for years and years to come.
"It seems you are useful after all, Matt," B praised, his hands latched onto the blond's head, his weight coming down on that single area full force.
"No, B… I really have to go!"
"Well," B sighed, "Use Mello's bathroom, your little friend's having fun here, don't distu—"
In an instant Mello shifted out from under Beyond Birthday, before poor Beyond ever finished his sentence. His pride taken within a split second, Beyond's raven-haired head was dunked into the contents of the toilet bowl.
"You still have to go, Matt?"
"Yeah," the red-head stepped forward, unzipping his pants.