I drew some epicpictures (yes, that is a real word; at least, it is in Leprechaunland) of Grey, Niden and Lep the other day; I MUST upload them for all to see! :D

Anyway, I digress. Chapter five is here at last. My MODs (Mocks Of Doom) are FINALLY over, so now I can get back to the important stuff. Like doodling and thinking up random funny moments with OCs, then vainly trying to fit a storyline around said random funny moments.

You have no idea how hard the latter can be for my poor. dysfunctional brain.

Again, I digress.

What was I trying to say again?

Oh, screwball it. Just read the damned chapter.

I don't own Death Note or any of its characters. I do, however, own Grey Sand, Niden, me, myself and I.

Thanks to all who have reviewed, especially the amazing mima1216.

Hat, Obsessor, this one's for you two. I think you'll get the references *winks*

Enjoy.

Yours Insanely,

{E~L~L}

I needed a hell of a lot more than thirty seconds to convince Niden not to turn me into a bloody mess on the floor.

About half an hour, actually. I talked - well, whispered; I didn't want people overhearing me attempt to placate an invisible sentient creature - and the Blood Steed paced, glaring through those marvellously crimson orbs of his and snapping a few questions in my general direction.

Man, his voice was awesome. I could have listened to his death-threats all day, but of course that wouldn't have been practical. Of course not.

Overall it went rather well, except for the time when I accidentally used sarcasm. Apparently, true to that random decision about his character I made not three days before I cracked my cranium and ended up in another dimension, Niden has about as much of a sense of humor as Near; that is, none at all. On the up side, I learnt the valuable lesson - that joking about a Possession and ripping off Invasion of the Body Snatchers to a Blood Steed is an idiotic thing to do - and managed to save my/Grey's head from being cracked open. Barely.

"Seriously, Niden, I was joking. I don't know what's going on, exactly, but I promise you I'll find a way to bring Grey Sand back."

Oh yeah, and I kinda tied myself up with an impossible promise. Still, I'm sure that won't end up stabbing me in the back and putting me in an awkward position at some point in the future. Of course not.

You know, now that I think about it, I probably should have known not to do either of those incredibly idiotic things. After all, I created the Blood Steed species in the first place.

Heh... I'm God.

"Leprechaun, what the hell are you smirking at? Are you even listening to me?"

I turned away from the plane window - and my train of thought concerning the analysis of my negotiations with Niden last night - and grinned eerily at him.

"I'm God!"

Mello blinked, and stopped chewing his Cadbury's dairy milk.

"...Come again?"

"Mello, I am God, the Lord Almighty. Even Kira has got nothing on me, because I actually created - HEY!"

I broke off from my maniacal reasoning to scowl darkly at him. Or rather, the hand that now grasped the reason I still functioned.

"Give. Me. Back. My. Ipod."

"Clearly music impairs your thought process. I'm confiscating it until we land."

"NO! I NEED IT!"

And he said,

"Tough!"

And I said,

"Give it!"

And he said,

"Make me!"

And I said,

"...'Kay!"

So I grabbed onto his arm and he grabbed my oesophagus

and I pulled at his hair and he twisted my wrist

and I kicked his chocolate under the seat and he screamed like my dog when you pretend to step on her...

And then things got pretty chaotic after that.

"MY CHOCOLATE! YOU LITTLE BITCH, HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?"

Mello screeched at me as he furiously attempted to retrieve his stashed portable chocolate factory, which was well and truly out of reach now that I'd put my legs to good use and formed a barrier, and keep my ipod away from me at the same time. It was not often that Mello got really worked up (which one might not realise, as I am exceptionally skilled when it comes to pushing all the wrong buttons until a person metaphorically explodes with anger) and so I dealt with it in the only acceptable manner.

I yelled right back.

"YOU STOLE CASTIEL Junior The Second! IT WAS JUSTICE ON MY BEHALF!"

"Excuse me, can you please keep it dow -"

"GO TO NECROPOLIS, YA FLAMING MUPPET!"

The traumatised stewerdess fled, probably to get reinforcements to deal with the insane pair of teenagers. Mello glanced in her general direction, distracted, for about 0.6 of a second, which I used to bite his hand and successfully recapture ' The precious '. Mello didn't react too well.

"CHRIST, LEP! WHAT THE HELL?"

With my free hand, I shoved his bag into his chest in a generous act of divine retribution (What? I like that phrase!) then leaned back, plugged in my headphones, and closed my eyes.

' I see your dirty face,
High behind your collar
What is done in vain
Truth is hard to swallow
So you pray to God
To justify the way you live a lie, live a lie, live a lie
And you take your time
And you do your crime
Well you made your bed
I'm in mine... '

"Sir, we've had some complaints from the other passengers about the noise volume here. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's been sorted out. Sorry for the disturbance."

Even to me, Mello sounded strained and pissed off as he snapped off a chunk of chocolate and dealt with the bemused flight staff.

Panic, chaos, and general disorder. My work here is done.