MistressXMisfits: Hey guys I'm sorry it's been taking a while to post up a new chapter. I've been rushing around to finish off some last minute things before school lets out and not to mention that my computer is barely recovering from a virus. So I'm happy to be getting this show back on the road. Please rate and review. It really makes me jump for joy to know that people actually enjoy reading my material. :]
Author's Note: I DO NOT own Death Note, just my original characters.
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Morning broke through the window of Matt's bedroom, illuminating everything in it. My eyes fluttered open to come face to face with a sleeping red headed angel. I smiled to myself, memories from the previous night flashing through my mind.
It couldn't have been a dream, due to our lack of clothes and how his arms were wrapped around me so tenderly.
I pushed his hair from his face, exposing the flesh of his forehead. I leaned forward and planted a kiss on the exposed skin.
My heart was full of joy; never in a million years would I have ever thought I would ever be this close with Matt or should I say Mail Jeevas.
I looked back at his face to see him fully awake, a grin playing on his lips.
"Morning beautiful." His hand reached out to my cheek, tracing the outline of my jaw to my lips.
"Hey you."
He inched his face forward until his lips closed in on mine in a swift and gentle kiss.
I ran the tips of my fingers over his exposed shoulder, feeling the smoothness and warmth of his skin.
"So what's on the agenda today, Ms. Hayley Teal?" he nearly purred, using my real name.
"Hmm. I wanted to take a bath and go into town to go stock up on groceries and look for a good book or movie. I wanna make you a special dinner tonight."
"Sounds good to me."
We lay there for a few minutes taking in one another. I stared into those hypnotic eyes of his, my gaze wandering over towards his bare chest, and finally took in the sight of his ruffled hair.
I pried my eyes away from him and reached out for one of the bed sheets to cover up my naked self.
"Teal, you don't have to hide your body from me. I already told you, I think you're beautiful." He said yanking the sheets from my grasp, giving him a full view of my body.
I blushed furiously and darted towards the bathroom before he had time to inspect me some more.
I set the faucets to warm as the water soon began to fill the tub.
The door to the bathroom creaked open startling me. I shifted myself towards the door, my hair practically whipping me in the face.
"Easy there! It's just me." Matt said throwing up his hands.
I couldn't help but notice that he was still very much naked. This wasn't helping to get rid of the ever growing blush on my face.
He walked over to me, hovering over my small frame. He cupped my cheek with his hand, soon planting his lips on mine. I melted into the kiss, soon forgetting my embarrassment as I felt his arms wrap around my waist.
"Oh Matt." I sighed resting my head on his chest.
"Mind if I join in on your bath time? You know. To conserve water and help the environment and stuff." He joked wearing a cheesy grin.
I seriously doubted that Matt's main concerns were to help the environment but it was a nice try on his part. I grabbed his hand and led him into the tub. I sat on the edge, as he reclined against me, the back of his head resting against the crook of my neck.
For about an hour we lay in the tub, as we talked and splashed one another and managed to actually clean each other off. It was a pretty adorable experience, all with the exception of when I had accidentally gotten shampoo in Matt's eye.
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I slung my grey cloth purse over my shoulder, after stuffing my wallet into it. Matt was already set up on the La-Z-Boy chair with his 360 controller in his hands. He was hell bent on finishing off some mission on Fallout 3. He always looked so adorable when he had his game face on.
"Well I'm off!" I said saluting him, suppressing a giggle.
"Forgetting something?" he asked glancing up at me from the TV screen.
"Am I?"
He motioned for me to come over with his index finger.
I strutted over and kneeled down so our faces were leveled out.
He pulled me into a quick kiss, and then smirked at me in satisfaction.
"Be careful." He said.
"I will."
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I was glancing through the titles of novels on the mahogany shelves. I pulled out a copy of Pride and Prejudice. I remember constantly reading this book over and over again back at Wammy's House. It honestly surprised me that I didn't try to swipe it before we left.
Then, again I knew that Trista and her fat mouth would have ratted me out to Roger, seeing as there was only one copy available and we were constantly competing to check it out.
I put the book back in its place and continued my search. I came across Catcher in the Rye. Way too depressing for my taste.
"I didn't like that book too much. Holden Caulfield was too contradicting."
I looked down and saw a small boy gazing up at me. He had unruly black hair and penetrating turquoise colored eyes. He pressed his thumb to his lips as if he was inspecting me with those vast pupils of his.
"Yeah I thought so also. He was always calling everyone a bunch of phonies when in reality; he was the biggest phony of them all." I placed the book back.
"It's really over rated." He said somewhat monotoned.
Was this kid even old enough to be reading, let alone adult novels?
"Well I'm impressed. How old are you?"
"Five."
"FIVE?!" I exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yes. Is something wrong, ma'am?"
I shook my head 'no' and watched over him as he searched the book shelves for something that caught his interest.
Something about him was screaming out something extremely peculiar. On first glance, he seemed to just appear as a normal little boy, just looking over books to see if maybe he could find any with good pictures in it, but when he spoke it sounded so dignified and composed almost as if I was having a conversation with Near himself.
He soon pulled out a copy of The Alchemist, one of my personal favorites.
"Paulo Coelho is one of my all time favorite authors. I enjoyed reading The Valkyries and Eleven Minutes. I've actually wanted to read this one for some time now." He said while looking over the summary from inside the book.
"Oh, uh, I recommend it. I've reread time after time. It was one of Coelho's best works."
"Hmm, well I'll take your word for it then. It does seem to catch my attention." He looked up at me smiling.
Those eyes!
There was something about those eyes of his that made my breath get caught up in my throat. Though the iris was a different color, those dilated pupils of his reminded me of…
"There you are Jay. You picked anything out yet?" A woman walked over towards our isle. She was a few inches taller than me, very slender, and had beautiful dark wavy hair that extended past her shoulders. She almost struck me as a runway model.
"Oh yes Mom, this lady was kind enough to recommend The Alchemist. I think it'll be a good read."
Her gaze shifted from the small boy, Jay, towards me. She had a genuine smile adding onto to her model-like features. Her eyes were the same shocking turquoise color as Jay's as well.
"Wow, I'm impressed. He usually takes forever to make up his mind when we come by here. Thanks." She said.
"Oh, well I always thought of it as a must read, so I'm sure he'll get a kick out of it."
"I'm really digging the color of your hair, by the way. I actually did the same thing, same color, a few years back."
"Oh thanks. It's something I've been working on for a few years now."
"I'm Agent and this is my son, Jase."
"I'm Teal. And I can't help but say that you have a very gifted son, Agent. I've been surrounded by geniuses for some time now and never have I met someone this young and so regal."
She beamed with pride ruffling Jase's hair with her right hand.
"What can I say, he takes after his daddy. He's always spending time with him, even trying to help him out with his work. I couldn't have asked for a better kid."
"I would say so. You're a little brainiac, Jase." I joked causing the boy to blush furiously and give a small smile.
"I know this is a random offer and all, but would you like to have lunch with us? We usually like to go to this small restaurant a few blocks away." She asked.
"That sounds great. I'm pretty hungry anyways."
"Yeah and maybe you could swap some views on literature with Jase."
"Oh would you, Ms. Teal? I've been meaning to build up a list lately." Jase exclaimed looking up at me with pleading, ample eyes.
"I don't see why not." I said gleefully.
I had no way of explaining it, but I felt compelled to this boy and his mother. Sure, this woman could admit that she had a smart child, but the way she went on about it was like a mom bragging about a kid getting straight A's on their report card.
In this case it wasn't anything like that situation. Her son, for only being five-years-old was no ordinary adolescent. I was pretty damn certain that this kid was a borderline genius.
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"So you studied at Wammy's House for 6 years, really?" Agent asked before taking a sip of her green tea.
Jase sat between us digging into a slice of strawberry cheesecake, emphasis on the strawberry part. He held the fork in a peculiar way; with only the tips of his thumb and forefinger.
"Yeah I moved in when I was twelve. Apparently, due to the fact that I hacked into my old school district's computer system it was enough to classify me as 'gifted child'." I said using air quotes.
"Surely they saw a lot of potential in you." Jase said chewing on a strawberry.
"Well the headmaster Roger said I was a musical prodigy."
"Oh really? You play an instrument?" Agent asked perking up behind her drink.
"Yeah I play guitar. I'm usually inspired by Rock artists and I've been learning how to play since I was about Jase's age." I said taking a bite out of my chicken melt sandwich.
"My father used to play also. So when you say you listen to Rock music, does Motley Crue happen to fit into your taste?" she asked, squinting an eye as if inspecting me.
"Yes ma'am. I'm a huge Nikki Sixx fan." I grinned.
She stood up from her seat eagerly and extended her hand in front of me, inviting me in for a high five. I took her up on the invitation ardently.
"You are officially cool in my books, Teal." She proclaimed settling back down in her seat.
"I could say the same about you and Jase."
"Which is why I'm inviting you and your boyfriend over to our house for dinner this evening. We would love to have you over." She declared.
Well she did seem like a nice lady, and I was eager to fill Matt in on this Jase kid. It would give me a better opportunity to observe him and figure out the mystery of this whiz kid. Plus it served to go grocery shopping tomorrow anyways.
"Yeah I'm game. And I'm sure Matt will be too."
"Great. Lemme give you the directions to our place."
She reached into her purse pulling out a note pad and a pen. She scribbled the information down and tore out the page when she was done, handing it over to me.
"This means a lot to us, Teal. Thank you." She said sincerely.
"Yeah, sure. It's no problem at all."
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"I just don't know why you feel obliged to want to eat dinner at someone's home, whom you just barely met." Matt said as we rode on the taxi to the address Agent had given me.
"You don't understand Matt. There's something really unusual about that Jase kid. I can't put my finger on it but you have to see it for yourself. He reminded me so much of Near, and he's only five! Do you know how fucking creepy that is?!"
"I can only imagine babe, I can only imagine." He sighed with a slight grin.
The taxi reached the house, Matt insisted to pay the fair.
The house looked very welcoming, it was a two story read brick house with a nice front porch. We walked up to the front door; Matt had his arm wrapped around my waist.
We rang the doorbell and within a matter of minutes Agent appeared greeting us both with Jase by her side.
"I'm glad you two came, please come on inside." She led us into the massive living room that contained two opposing couches and an old fashioned Victorian décor.
"Nice place you got here." Matt said eyeing a Matisse painting on the wall.
"Thanks. Have a seat. I'm gonna go tell my better half you all are here." She motioned us towards the couch as she exited the living room into a dimly lit hallway.
We made ourselves comfortable, Jase sitting next to Matt.
"How goes it, little man?" Matt asked trying to make small talk.
"Ms. Teal said that you enjoyed playing video games. Whenever I have spare time, I partake in playing some myself."
Matt's eyes went wide at the sound of Jase's extensive vocabulary. I could help, but grin in satisfaction.
"Oh, uh, really? What kind do you like to play?" Matt managed to choke out.
"My favorites consist of first-person shooters, or tactic games. Lately, I've been playing Assassin's Creed because I heard it has to deal with some espionage work. Though, Mom didn't really approve of it due to the fact that it's really gory."
"Um, yeah, it's, uh, not something I recommend for five-year-olds. You are five, right?" Matt questioned nervously.
"Yes sir." Jase replied nonchalantly.
I couldn't help but snigger at the expression Matt held on his face. It was that of pure disbelief and astonishment.
"Ah, Mail, Hayley, I see you've met my son."
That voice set off an internal alarm in my head. I hadn't heard it in years, yet it sounded so familiar as if it was just yesterday when I last heard it.
But logic was telling me it possibly couldn't be who I thought it was.
Wait? His son?!
It all came together so perfectly now. The strange way Jase held objects, his distinguished mannerisms, his wild black hair, those penetrating and mysterious pupils.
I looked over at Matt whose jaw was dropped in awe, the color in his face completely drained. My gaze followed whatever he was staring at and I felt as if my heart was going to leap out of my throat in that instant.
There beside Agent, stood L's slouched figure not looking any different than he did that day I met him 6 years ago.
"How's it going?" he asked.