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Disclaimer: There is no possible way I could ever own Death Note because all my favorite characters die.
Beware! Mello's mouth, but that goes without saying, and there is some violence, so watch out for that too.
Matt stepped into the room cautiously, it was obvious that Light had been there for a while, setting up the room to meet his ridiculously OOC standards.
He sighed and sat down on the bed that didn't look like something out of a JC Penny's catalog and pulled out his DS.
Light entered shortly after, apparently having showered and borrowed a pair of pajamas from one of his numerous friends. He quietly sighed as well before closing the door, dousing the lights and climbing into his own bed.
It had been a long, hard day, so much so that Matt saved and turned off his game as soon as the lights were out, burrowing deep into his blankets for a well deserved slumber.
Light was glad he'd be spending his incarceration with Matt; still surprised he'd been able to team up with someone he considered a friend. Either way, he found himself happier in this situation than he'd ever been in another… though he had yet to conceive the origin of this joy.
"Good night, Matt." Light whispered into the darkness in a voice such as that used by a parent to wish a child sweet dreams.
"Goon nye, Lie." Matt mumbled into his pillow, already half asleep but smiling to himself at the honey sweet tone Light had just used.
Matt too felt contented with the way things were going, though he'd never in his wildest dreams been able to fathom such a pleasing scenario as this. He and Light were the most similar to each other in the AP class, (besides L and Near) and they had always looked at them selves as good friends, weather or not they interacted often. Although, the red head was now almost sure he liked Light, he didn't want to act on impulses so he remained friendly, but slightly stoic around his counterpart.
Meanwhile…
L and Near walked into their room silently, sitting down on their respective beds and assuming their usual positions. The room had been one of Near's former playrooms, so it was already white washed and filled with toys which automatically made it welcoming and comfortable for both boys.
Near went over to one of the 4 toy boxes lined up against the wall and lifted the lid. He was looking for the large, fuzzy, pink stuffed elephant he requested and received two Christmases prior to the coming, which was, if his memory served, currently being kept in this very room.
"Ah ha, there it is." Near thought, as he pulled the soft, flamboyant creature from the depths of the box.
L looked over at his new room mate just in time to see a smile light up the small boy's face as he unearthed a large, elephant-like toy. The smile made Near look… well, to be completely honest, absolutely adorable; and before he even thought to stop himself, he was smiling at Near as though he was the single most beautiful creature L had ever laid eyes on.
Said beauty looked over at L, (hearing a quiet sigh coming from his general direction) and found his new companion ogling at him. Such a gaze caused a shiver to run down Near's spine; especially since it was coming from L, who he – as Matt had so bluntly put it – was crushing on. The young albino cleared his throat, bringing L out of his trance and back into reality.
"L…?" Near whispered, his grip on the large stuffed animal that was almost too big for his arms to encompass tightened. "Are you feeling alright, you look a bit… dazed."
L blinked a few times in quick succession as everything around the boy in front of him rematerialized in his vision. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to unscramble his thoughts.
L looked at his counterpart, having successfully recovered from his stupor, and, with genuine surprise, asked, "Do I?"
"Yes, L, you do, or did, very much so… you were staring at me." Near said plainly, still inwardly taken aback by the awkwardness of this situation.
L knew he'd been staring at Near, and now he was 97% sure he had a crush on his beautiful, white clad, albino peer. Although he wasn't sure weather or not he wanted Near to know and wanted to deny any such thing, but L was a terrible liar. So terrible, in fact, that when he'd once tried to deny having lost a book he'd borrowed from Light, even Misa, Mello's severely unintelligent older sister, knew he was lying. So now he had two options: tell him the truth, or change the subject.
"Yes, I suppose I was staring at you, Near." L said, having decided that the truth was the best way to go at this time; though he would not betray anything else unless he was asked.
Near though, was both shocked and gladdened by L's honesty, (though there were times when he wished that L wasn't always so forthright).
"Near…" L began tentatively, searching for the correct phrase to express his next inquiry. "How was I staring at you?"
The younger of the two was quite taken aback by this inquisition, and although he tried not to let it show on his face, but a blush heated his cheeks too swiftly for him to control. Near took his time to fit words to the expression L had when he was staring at him, and when the perfect simile came to mind of describing the action, he promptly voiced it.
"You were staring at me as though I was a piece of cake."
Now it was L's turn to be surprised. Though Near quickly intervened, seeing as L was completely flabbergasted at his testimonial.
"Not in a bad way though," Near said, in hopes of comforting his friend. "I mean, like you were admiring the craftsmanship of a large wedding cake."
This explanation served its purpose in calming L down and specifying how he had been gazing at Near. The analogy was a very good one too, because L did often pause at a bakery to look at the beautifully ornamented wedding cakes which he regarded so highly. The fact that he'd been staring at his friend in such a way did make him a bit uneasy, (as though there were butterflies in his stomach) but his face betrayed no such emotion.
He simply gave a curt nod in acknowledgement of the clarification, and Near went over to the light switch and flipped it off. Then there was a moment of shuffling and shifting before the room quieted once more.
"L, why were you staring at me like that?" Near asked after a few moments of silence as he pulled the covers up and settling into bed.
It was a few moments more before L answered, whispering into the darkness, "You were smiling."
"Smiling?" Near questioned, shifting closer to his plush.
"Yes," L replied. "And it was… beautiful."
"Beautiful?" Near whispered, obviously flattered by L's opinion. "Really; how?"
"Yes," L whispered back, gripping the comforter with his long toes. "You rarely ever show any emotion, but when you do… it's amazing. And the ways that smile lit up your face was so lovely, so innocent, so… pure... it was… breathtaking."
L's voice was almost inaudible as he finished, but he knew that Near heard him and a blush colored his usually pale cheeks.
Near's face was almost the same shade of pink as his elephant as L spoke, and by the time he'd finished, the boys face was a shade darker than should have been humanly possible. He couldn't have been happier to get that kind of compliment from L; who he'd, up until just now, thought was incapable of returning his feelings.
"Thank you, L that means a lot to me, since it's coming from you." He whispered into his plush.
"Why would it matter weather or not I am the one to say such things to you?" L asked, though he was almost sure he already knew the answer.
"Because…" Near said, drawing nearer to his confession. "Because I like you L… I like you a lot."
L paused, smiling into the darkness as he lifted the covers off his bed before crawling under them.
"I like you too, Near." He whispered, hearing his companion sigh in relief. "Good night, Near."
Both boys smiled to themselves as they drifted into serene sleeps, delight filling their dreams as they dozed.
And as for the others… well…
Mello waved goodbye to Matsuda as he shut the door to his and shit-for-brains' (that would be Ryuk) new room. He turned to face Ryuk and glared at his victim.
Ryuk looked up at him, smirking, and said, "I know, I know; just let me finish my apple, hyuk, hyuk."
Ryuk's laugh always sent shivers down Mello's spine, a strange mixture of being tickled and that 'my-fucking-foot's-asleep-again' feeling filling him; though he didn't know if the feeling was bad or good.
'Wait a minute bad or…good? What the fuck!' He thought. 'How the hell could hearing that shit-for-brains' laugh be good?' He suddenly felt very nauseous, and he fell back against the wall, clutching his rosary.
Ryuk looked up expectantly, hoping that Barbie (his own personal nick-name for Mello) had just passed out and would forget about killing him. But no; Mello just fell back into the wall and looked like he was somewhere between needing to barf and seeing a very frightening apparition. He looked absolutely terrified, and that look simply fascinated Ryuk to no end; Mello was, after all, his very favorite source of amusement.
"Uh, Mello, are you okay?" Ryuk asked, not in the least worried that his toy could have health problems, but eager to find out what had caused his Barbie such digestive unsettlement so quickly, hoping he could use it against the boy later.
This seemed to reengage Mello in the current world, and he blinked a few times before remembering that he still had yet to penalize shit-for-brains for blowing up their classroom. He stood up and dusted himself off before gracefully striding across the room to Ryuk, grabbing the front of his shirt roughly and yanking him up by it so they were nose to nose, barely three inches apart.
"If you even so much as think about pulling a stunt like that again I'll fucking kill you." Mello snarled through his clenched teeth. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Clear as mud, hyuk hyuk." Ryuk said, chuckling lightly, he simply couldn't get enough of toying with the blonde, though it was at his own expense.
Mello pulled back his fist and slammed into Ryuk's jaw without even blinking. Unfortunately though, he forgot to release the jokester's shirt, which caused a sort of whiplash-ish action to occur.
Ryuk's upper body was thrown backwards and his legs jerked out until they were level with the bed on opposite sides of Mello's hips, and as his back reached the point of maximum extension, the action reversed itself. This time though, there was a considerable amount of momentum that had no full back extension to stop its advances, so it just kept right on going.
Ryuk's lips came crashing down upon Mello's and they tumbled onto the floor in a mass of flailing limbs. Once the movement had stopped, Ryuk was straddling Mello, both of their backs arched ( Ryuk's because of the odd angle an Mello's in pain and foreign pleasure he was in no way ready to acknowledge) as their lips lingered a second longer than would be possible were they unwilling.
Soon enough though, they needed air, and, with a fresh supply of oxygen flowing to their brains, the shock and terror of what they'd just done screamed its protest in their minds, the process of realization hitting differently in each of their minds. Mello's mind took the more dramatic approach, while Ryuk's settled into it rather lazily.
Mello's mind: Did he just and did I just…did we just…Kiss? Oh, fuck we did! Shit! I'm gunna be eternally damned for this! …then again…he is a good kisser…wait…the fuck? Where'd that come from? More importantly, do I even have enough time in my life to atone for this? I'll probably be kneeling at the alter till I'm thirty! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shiiiiiiiiittt!
Ryuk's mind: Whoa; well that was something different…but the guy's a great kisser, I'll give him that. Still…I never thought my first kiss would be a guy, and Mello of all people. Oh well, hyuk hyuk, there's not a lot I can do about now anyway. Still, Mello? What are the chances? Hyuk hyuk hyuk…
"Get the fuck off." Mello said, the icy color of his blue eyes matching the coldness in his tone perfectly.
He couldn't resist it, the temptation was simply too strong to withstand, even knowing that he would end up with either 1 huge burse or several smaller ones, he just couldn't help himself.
Ryuk looked down at the boy beneath him and smirked. "Sure, whatever you say…dearest."
Mello on the other hand, was far less amused…if the mass of crumpled Ryuk rolling all over the floor screaming pathetically as he caressed his now tender crotch was anything to go by.
The blond hurriedly stood, brushed the nonexistent dirt from his pants, strolled over to the light and casually flicked it off. "Goodnight, Ryuk. Sleep well." He said sarcastically.
"You Barbie bastard!" Ryuk whisper yelled his voice now horse from all his recent screaming.
This response was not the one Mello might have been looking for, which resulted in the lights being turned back on briefly then off in the blink of an eye. Ryuk was temporarily stunned by the sudden burst of light, and didn't see Mello approaching until it was too late.
"Mello, what are you—Ah! My ass!" Ryuk said as the blonde gave him an excruciatingly painful wedgie before walking away and climbing into his bed.
"Goodnight, Ryuk." Mello said again, a satisfied smirk falling into place on his face as Ryuk whimpered pathetically.
"You're such an ass…" Ryuk mumbled to the floor only seconds before a large pillow was thrown on his head roughly.
"What was that?" Mello hissed venomously.
"Goodnight, Mello, oh wondrous beauty!" Ryuk squealed curling into a protective ball.
"Shut up." Mello said, blushing brightly. "Such flattery will get you nowhere."
"There's somewhere to go?" Ryuk asked, oblivious to his genuine hopeful curiosity.
"NO!" Mello shouted as he nearly beat Ryuk into the ground with his pillow, thoroughly embarrassed at having been asked such a question, especially since Ryuk had asked it after what had just happened. "NOW GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!"
It goes without saying that Ryuk ended up sleeping in the hall that night.