Title: Death Note Cell. (Oh, never mind. It's just a goddamn name…)
Rating: Sorry guys, it's gonna have to be Mature this time. There's a lot of violence in this one, and references to…adult…things. (Which actually is true in this chapter, seeing as it was just a blatant lie in all the others.) ¬ ¬ ANYWAY. MOVING ON. Lol :D?
Authors Note: YAY HELLO EVERYBODY!! :DD –extremely happy- Yah, I don't know why I'm so happy, I just am. Maybe it's because for like… the last (however many days) I've been watching Ladyblue17's awesome trailer for my story. I might give everyone the link, I don't really know. But… anyway, sorry about not updating sooner, I've been trying to work some things out with the story, and it's getting pretty freakin' confusing. (This plot is super ass complicated, if you haven't realized by now. XD) Oh, and… I'm going to be putting my first picture up on DeviantArt soon! (It has nothing to do with Death Note Cell, though...) It's kind of this half-assed picture of Light that I did one day sitting on my couch. Then I tried to one like it, but with L… and I failed. Miserably… so you won't see that one. So… I'm thinking of making a list of songs that fit this story and posting them up here so you guys can enjoy! How does that sound? Anyway… I really don't have anything else to ta—wait, never mind. I do… so remember that bug problem I was talking to everyone about? IT JUST GOT WORSE. Somehow… a whole FAMILY of beetles made their way into our paper towels. Ewww… there was like 25 of them in there! –shiver- it was so nasty. I keep finding beetles EVERYWHERE in my house. Most of the time they hitch a ride on my dog, but… I think they're having babies. And a couple weeks ago we found a freakin' inchworm in our fruit! What is going on with this summer?! URGH! Oh well.
Summary: … ZOMBIES, GAY MENZ AND YAOI. What more could a fangirl ask for? :D
Pairings: I think everybody knows that I've changed my way of thinking. LxLight, RyuzakixOC, LightxOC.
Disclaimer: Okay, I own absolutely no characters from Death Note, and the concept of Cell belongs to Stephen King and him alone. Not me. Though if I had come up with that idea, you can bet your asses you would see my shit in bookstores instead of here. The only thing I do own is my original characters. No, seriously. That's about the only thing I own… TT 0 TT All right, adding on to the disclaimer. I do not own the movie "The Mist", which will have some striking similarities to DN Cell very soon. Just a coincidence, but Mist is also a Stephen King novella. :D
ALL RIGHT PEOPLE!! WHOOO!! The long awaited scene of all time is here! It's time for… the… LXLIGHT YAOI SCENE!! –throws hands in air- YAY!! I can't tell you how excited I am to be doing this. I hope it turns out as good as everyone expects. Oh and… if you hate Yaoi, leave. Now. Seriously.
Chapter 7: Closer? (Yeah, that is a question mark… and yeah. I did put it there on purpose. :D)
My heart pounded loudly in my chest as I pushed my way through the aisles, occasionally knocking a few things over. As I grew closer, I could hear voices… Abigail, Lauren… and another woman, but her name had escaped me at that moment. 'Carol?' I thought, confused… I skidded to a direct halt at the front of the store; the direction Abigail's voice had been ringing from. She, Lauren and Kathy where all surrounding Carol, whose name finally came to my mind. All I could do was stand, stunned as she screamed for them to let her go. My eyes darted to look for Sonja, where was she? But then I saw her, guarded safely in Miss Campbell's arms.
Slowly I began to move toward Abigail, and the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could think what I was saying. "Stop, stop! Let her go!" All of them stopped moving at once, some very confused stares flashed my direction. "I… I can handle this…" I mumbled, shocked at what had just come out of my own mouth. I nodded to Abigail, telling her it was okay… reluctantly she released her grip on the crying woman, as did all the others. My muscles tensed, waiting for her to run, to try and get away or do something dangerous… but she didn't, she only stood, the tears falling down her cheeks. I took an experimental few steps toward her, and nothing changed.
"Mrs. Johnso…" I started.
"Carol." She snapped, and I jumped.
"C-Carol… what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I laid my hand gently on her shoulder, and she looked up at me with fresh new tears brimming in her eyes.
"My children." My heart lurched. 'So she does have children. Shit… this is bad…' I thought. "I need to get back to my children, the-they need me, they…" She spoke quickly but soon trailed off, her eyes looking down at the floor. I wondered what I should say… It wasn't exactly as if I could have dealt with this, after all. I figured it would be best to comfort her at first.
"Listen, Carol… I'm sure your children are fine, I…"
"No, they're not!" She shouted at me, taking fistfuls of my shirt in each hand. "No… they're not okay, don't you get it?!" My ears hurt, but I tried to remain calm. I took her arm gently and led her over to one of the benches in front of the registers, coaxing her kindly to sit down. "My children…" She kept muttering, and I felt my heart began to break. Something in the back of my mind told me that the current situation wouldn't end well.
"I know you need to see your children, but please listen… if you walk out that door, your children will never see you again. Please, you'll get killed…"
"Do you even know how old they are?!" I jumped, and then settled back once she began to cry again. I wanted so desperately to help her, but I knew that wasn't an option. 'This is going to end terribly, I just know it…' I thought.
"No…" I answered softly, trying to soothe her. "I don't know, how old are they?"
"They're at home…" She shook her head, looking away from me. "They're all at home… there's three… I have three children… I have to go get them!" She took hold of my shirt again and shook me vigorously. I gently removed her hands from my shirt, but she didn't protest.
"Please, please…" I said softly, placing her hands delicately back down her lap. "I'm sure your children are all safe at home. They miss you, and… they'll be waiting for you when this is all over, they're fine… I'm sure of it…" I took a deep breath—shaky, I noticed. "What are their names?"
"Their names?" She let out her breath in a loud sigh. "There's… there's Nicky… she's the oldest…" She sniffed, and wiped her eyes. I cast my eyes quickly over to the rest of them, and noticed with some relief that Sonja was back next to Abigail. I didn't trust the other woman… not at all. "And… and then there's Joseph… he just had his birthday four days ago… he's… he's only eight." My panic began to grow, a small cold hole in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't good that she had such young children… maybe she was making a decent argument. She stopped then, bursting again into tears. There was nothing I could do to stop her from crying, so I waited until she had settled down.
"And… who else? You said you had three children, who's the third?"
She took a deep breath. Shaky, too. I didn't blame her. "Well… there's Elizabeth… Lizzy…" She coughed dryly, and placed a small hand over her mouth. "She's just four years old!" My heart sank, and the panic settled deep in my stomach began to grow larger. 'Shit. There's no way I'm going to win this… fucking impossible…' "I… I told them I was going to the store… I said, you know… 'Nicky, you watch Joseph and Lizzy for a while. Mommy… Mommy will be back soon…' but…" Her face screwed up in a strange expression, and faster than I could blink, she leapt from the bench and started to run for the door.
My reflexes were quick, and I was immediately on my feet and after her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and held her from going too close to the door. She struggled and screamed, but I couldn't let that woman die. No, I wouldn't let her die… Though somehow in the back of my mind, even though I wanted to keep her safe and alive, I knew her will was too strong. She would escape, it was all too certain… and it was beyond my control.
"No!" She shrieked. "No! Let me go, I need to get to my children!" She struggled against my arms, and I tried desperately to hold as tight as I could, but she got away.
With a sudden burst of strength, she threw me off of her and ran for the door. I stumbled backward, felt myself fall and cracked my head on the bench. Spots of color clouded my vision for just a few seconds, and my head spun, feeling the reverberation throughout my whole body. I lifted my head just in time to see the door swing shut behind her. My jaw fell slack and my eyes widened. I could hardly believe what I was seeing, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I took a gasping breath, realizing I had been holding it for much too long. Silence clouded everyone standing around me, as we watched her silhouette run through the streets. Lauren ran over toward me and helped me up, pulling me roughly by my arm.
"It's okay, Light." She said. I turned to look into her eyes… and it looked like she was serious. "It's okay, you did everything you could." She looked back toward the front door. Although we could see outside… she must have run off, because I didn't see her anywhere.
I steadied myself and walked swiftly to Abigail and Sonja. I picked her up in my arms and cradled her gently against me, never wanting to let her go. With my other hand I pulled Abigail closer to me, keeping my eyes trained toward the front doors. I wished she would come back… she wouldn't get to see her children, I knew that much. There was no way she would make it to her home alive, no matter how close she lived. A dry sob escaped my lips, and I pressed my face against Abigail's hair. I took several deep breaths, trying to calm myself down…
Suddenly a piercing scream shattered the silence that had engulfed us all. My head snapped up to see what it was, and I saw two people running for their life toward the front of the store. As they got closer I realized one of them was being chased… Before my mind had time to register who it was, Carol slammed her hands against the door, screaming for us to let her in. Her hands and face were covered with blood that was streaming from her nose and right ear. "Please!" I heard her call, pounding her hands against the glass with inhuman strength. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw Lauren rush forward with several keys in her hands.
But she wasn't fast enough. I saw him jump on her, and I saw him twist her head around until her eyes became soulless and empty, and I saw him rip into her neck and pull out chunks of her flesh. When he lifted his head back to stare at all of us, my eyes met his for just a second. Those eyes… they weren't human…
Screams rippled throughout our small group as everyone rushed to get away. I heard the 'clank' of the keys as they were dropped in Lauren's scramble. I held Abigail and Sonja painfully close to me, and I felt Abigail wrap her arms around my back. I buried my face in her hair again, and closed my eyes shut. Even though I was holding on to them, I felt myself slipping, my legs threatening to give out. Thoughts like 'Get a hold of yourself' rattled their way through my head, but I fell to my knees, still holding on to Sonja. She began to cry, and it wrenched at my heart. I could hear my breath come out in strangled gasps, and I struggled to stand up again.
Sonja was taken from my arms suddenly, and I looked up to see Abigail taking her away, holding her. Finally I forced myself to gain my balance back, and I could feel pressure behind my eyes, the tears building up rapidly. "No!!" I shouted, feeling my voice crack. I really didn't know what I was doing; all I knew is that I wished she was still alive, I wished she could have been here with us. I gripped the bench—the nearest thing to me—and toppled it over with an angry shout. I fell to my knees again and buried my face in my hands. ":No… no… fuck no…:" I rasped, shaking.
Then I felt a strong hand grip my arm and pull me up. I was face to face with Rue, whose features were as pale and as shocked as me. Without a word, he led me away from the rest of them. I stumbled through the aisles, Rue gripping my hand gently but firmly. I was even more confused when we reached the restroom at the back of the store and he shoved me in. ":Get in there and clean yourself up.:"
":Wha…?:" I muttered, stunned.
":You have blood all over you. Clean up, you'll feel better..:" He shut the door in my face then, and I was left in complete silence. It was one of those single bathrooms, you know the type. Poor lighting, cramped conditions… Slowly I turned to face my reflection in the mirror, afraid slightly at what I might see. I looked at myself cautiously, and was shocked. Rue was right. I did have blood all over me. There were small and large red dots all across my face, neck, and even clothes. Streaks of blood that had dried running down my face made me look like I was in some kind of horrible accident. Looking at myself in the mirror, a hollow feeling began in my stomach and spread throughout my whole body. I felt like I could no longer get enough oxygen, and suddenly my stomach churned violently.
I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet and began to try to control my breathing. I swallowed roughly, but that didn't help at all. 'Okay, get a hold of yourself. Come on…' I took several deep breaths, trying to focus my mind on other things that the recent carnage that had just played out in front of my eyes. My hands were shaking, but I was able to force myself to stand up, and my stomach finally calmed down. There was a knock on the door, and I turned. ":Are you okay? I don't hear any water running…:"
":Y-yeah… I… I'm okay.:" I managed, but evidently he didn't believe me. Hell, I wasn't so sure I believed me.
":I'm coming in.:" The door opened, and he looked over me.
":You haven't cleaned yourself up any.:" I opened my mouth to say something, but he smiled gently at me and instructed me to sit down. I closed the lid over the toilet and sat down, staring at my only slightly shaking hands. I could hear him ripping some paper towels out of the dispenser, and then the water turned on for a couple seconds. He shut it off and kneeled in front of me. He smoothed back my hair with a serious face and began to wipe away the blood all over me.
The cold water running down my neck made me shiver at first, but then I got used to it. It even relaxed me a little, as I watched his loving eyes stare back into mine. After a few minutes, he set the paper towels back on the counter and wiped his hands on his jeans. ":There. All done.:" He took my hands and pulled me up, resting my back against the counter.
I felt him press his body up against me, and a flush ran through my cheeks. 'What is he doing…?' I wondered, looking away. He took my face gently and turned it back to face him. ":I'm so sorry.:" He said immediately, his voice flat but real concern showing behind his dark blue eyes. ":That wasn't meant to happen to her… but…:" His eyes trailed down and his face fell suddenly. ":You did try your best, you know.:" I shook my head.
":No… I… I could have done mo--:" He placed two fingers over my lips.
":It doesn't matter what you could have done. It matters what you did. You tried to save her life… it's not like you just let her go, hm?:" I managed to nod, feeling tears gather at the edges of my eyes again. Without thinking, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his forcefully, just wanting to have him close to me. He pulled away suddenly, with a slightly disgusted look on his face. I was confused.
":What?:" I said breathlessly.
":What… exactly are you doing?:"
I paused. What exactly was I doing? This really didn't seem like the time and place to have another "moment" with him, but I seemed like I was heading in that direction. ":Does it really matter?:" He smiled.
":Never mind.:" And then he went back to kissing me, making me squirm and shiver as only he could. As he moved down to kiss my neck, a wave of pleasure washed through my lower abdomen. I couldn't help but tilt my head back and groan. 'Are we really going to go through with this? In some shitty restroom in the back of a fucking convenience store?' My thoughts were cut off as he licked the side of my neck slowly, making me gasp and pant just to get enough oxygen. "Mmm…" I fisted my hands through his hair, and he sat me on the counter.
":You look like something's wrong.:" My mouth fell open… I hardly noticed he had stopped. He looked into my eyes intensely… I didn't answer; I just pulled him back down and began kissing him again. He slid his hands down my legs and pressed our bodies closer together. He was aroused, I could feel that already, and that just made it all the more wonderful. I tried to shift my hips to grind against his as best as I could while sitting down. He bit my lower lip slightly, and I felt him fumbling to undo the buttons on my shirt. A half-smirk crossed my face as I realized finally what we wee really getting into there. 'So… he's really serious?' I almost laughed. 'I haven't had sex with this guy for four years… is this really going to work out?'
He lowered his head to actually see what he was doing, and spoke. ":Honestly…:" He got the last of the buttons and slid the shirt off of my shoulders. ":You seem like you're upset about something. Which… I can sympathize with you, but… are you really sure you want to do this?:"
":Yeah. I'm sure.:" He stopped, staring up at me with disbelieving eyes. ":If I didn't want to, trust me. You would have known about it by now. I'm not shy…:"
":Yes, I remember that much.:" A small smile graced his pale face as he lifted me more onto the counter. It wasn't the most comfortable thing, but it would have to do, I guessed. He rested his hands on my chest, and unexpectedly rubbed his thumbs across my nipples. I gasped at the feeling it sent rocketing through my body. I let out my breath loudly.
":H-holy shit, L…:" I said breathlessly. The smile widened as he kissed the side of my neck gently.
":See? I didn't forget what you liked…:" He said coyly, his breath tickling my neck.
":N-never said you did…:" I managed to stutter. He laughed then, and it was rare… I hardly ever heard him laugh. ":So… why here?:" The question escaped my lips before I could even think about it. It was a legitimate question, 'why here?'. Though I expected he wouldn't have an answer.
":Where else? We can go somewhere…:" He trailed his hands down my stomach until he found the waistband of my pants. ":…else, if you want.:" He continued, just speaking absentmindedly. A surge of warmth ran through me again when he undid my belt. ":I just think…:" He reached for the button, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. ":…this is the most private place. Don't you?:" I looked back up into his eyes. 'It really is him, isn't it?' I thought, taking in his face. He looked just as beautiful as I remembered him, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling. ":Oh, so you agree with me?:" He said, tugging my zipper down.
":Y-yeah, I guess…:" Half of me wished he would stop pausing to talk and just fuck me already, and the other half kept rejecting the fact that I was actually being so intimate with him again. It was something I would've never dreamed; getting back together with him. I thought we were going to be over for good… I had said to him that I couldn't do it anymore… Hell, I had even said that I hated him. I was stolen from my thoughts when I felt him tug my pants down my legs.
":Lost in thought, were we?:" He asked. The tile of the counter felt cold against my bare skin and I jumped.
":Yeah… just thinking.:" I smiled back at him, and he smoothed the hair out of my eyes.
":What were you thinking about?:" I hesitated. ":Go on, you can tell me.:"
":You.:" I whispered, looking away. Through the corner of my eye I could see his expression change drastically. His eyes were confused when they once had been heady with lust, and his lips were drawn together in a tight line when they once had been parted, ever so slightly. ":That's… not a problem, is it?:"
":M-me?:" He stuttered, losing his trademark cool for just a fraction of a second. He shook his head. ":I mean… what about me?:" He pushed me back gently, forcing me to lean back so that I didn't hit the mirror. I rested my weight on my hands, but they almost gave out when I felt him brush his palm lightly across the growing bulge in my shorts. Evidently noticing how much I liked it, he continued to tease me. I was finding it harder and harder to answer him, but I figured if I didn't, he wouldn't do anything more than tease.
":Just… nn…:" I tossed my head to the side and closed my eyes. ":…that… we would…:"
":We would what?:" He took his hands off of me, and I was disappointed for a moment until I felt him begin to tug my boxers down. ":That we would ever be this close again?:" He smirked in somewhat of a devilish manner before kissing me on my lips softly.
Feeling the open air made me shiver a bit, but I replied: ":Yeah. How'd you guess?:"
":Hm.:" He chuckled. ":Just a feeling. I didn't really think this would ever happen either, but… look where we are now?:" He leaned in to kiss me again, parting his lips and letting his tongue explore my mouth again, though he already knew it like the back of his hand. I leaned away, and he looked confused.
":Wait. What about your clothes?:" He looked down at himself, seeming not to even notice the shirt and jeans he was still wearing.
":Oh, I almost forgot. Thank you, Raito.:" In a swift motion, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor with my other clothes. When he reached to unfasten the button on his jeans, I pushed his hands away. ":In case you've forgotten, Raito… my pants do have to come off eventually.:" He said sarcastically, making me laugh.
":No, I was going to do it.:" It might have been just me, but I thought I saw a small blush creep over his no-nonsense face.
":Oh.:" He looked down and crossed his arms over his chest. ":Well, if you don't mind… we really don't have all day.:" His tone was harsh, but I knew he was joking. He would let me take all the time in the world if that was what I wanted; I knew him. I used one hand to undo his button and zipper (that took a bit of extra time), and used the other one to trail patterns on his stomach and lower abdomen. Didn't earn me any moans, but his breathing became just the slightest bit more erratic. As I pulled his pants down along with his boxers, he placed a gentle hand on top of my head and stroked my hair. I looked back up and smiled.
It had been a long time since I had been completely naked in front of someone else, and visa versa. But… I still knew every part of him as much as I knew myself. He stood in front of me for a moment, evidently a little uncomfortable with all the staring I was doing. But really, I was just memorizing him all over again. The way I could see every delicate blue vein trailing spidery patters throughout his body, the way his ribs stuck out just slightly beneath his flat chest, and his beautifully slender hips…
":Done staring?:" He said playfully, arching his eyebrow. I laughed.
":Sorry, just… remembering, I guess.:" I shifted slightly, a bit uncomfortable.
":It's all right. I remember a lot too.:" Then he leaned into kiss me, and it was a gentle kiss… I kissed back, pushing against him and running my hands through his hair. My fingers massaged his scalp gently, and I was rewarded with a low moan against my mouth. He dipped his head away for a fraction of a second to take a breath, then looked me in the eyes and said: ":Well… here we go.:"
With those words, he took me in his hand and began to stroke me slowly but firmly, setting a rhythm that left me breathless. The whole time he was still kissing me, keeping me so distracted I couldn't focus on one thing or the other. Whether it was his hand driving me crazy and sending racks of pleasure through my body, or his lips that were crushing my own, filled with passion and lust and a love that I just couldn't explain… I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, trying to hold on lest I thrashed my way off the counter.
He pulled my head away and stopped touching me all together suddenly, looking me in the eyes. ":You know… if we're going to do this; if we're going to have sex… we can't do it on the counter, it's an impossible position.:" 'Oh, yeah… shit, he's right, isn't he?' I thought, looking around. 'We could always lay down on the floor… no, that wouldn't be comfortable…'
":Hey.:" I grasped his shoulder. ":Pin me up against the wall.:" I smirked, watching his eyes widen a little.
":Oh. Um…:" He cast his gaze toward the wall. ":I suppose that could work. Come on. I can't carry you, so get there by yourself.:" I laughed, and watched him stride over toward the opposite wall. His unnatural blonde hair looked even stranger in the low lighting of the restroom, and for a moment I wished he hadn't bleached it at all.
I hopped off the counter and embraced him, leaning down to kiss his neck for a change. He tilted his head, giving me more access, then surprised me by doing exactly what I had suggested: Pinning me up against the wall. I was shocked, and forgot to wrap my arms around him for a second. ":What?:" He said, smirking. ":You have a change of heart all of a sudden?:"
":N-no, it's just… that was fast.:" He laughed slightly, then held out his hand in front of my face. I was confused for a moment, until I realized what he wanted me to do. He wrapped his hand back around me, and I twisted my head to the side as he started up the same rhythm that he had before. ":Haah…:" Some rather embarrassing noises were escaping my lips, but he placed two fingers in my mouth gently.
":Well?:" I began to suck on his fingers, a bit embarrassed. I hadn't done this in four years, and… I didn't know how it would end up. All I knew was that I really didn't want that moment to end. There, in that shitty restroom in that fucking convenience store with the only man I would ever love.
Closer… beautifully closer.
Author's Note: HAHA!! GOTCHA! I figured "Shit, this is long enough… I'm gonna finish the yaoi scene in chapter eight. :D" Actually, this is a major NOT AS PLANNED moment, because…really? This scene was supposed to happen SO MUCH LATER. But… for further things to come, I figured that it would be better to do it now. Hell no. It kind of just crapped out of my head, as usual. Because, guess what? I was sitting there, eating my cherry yogurt and all of a sudden I thought "Why not? Why not do it now?" And then I argued with myself for half an hour before finally deciding it was for the better of the plot. But…
I FAIL.
Yeah, that's right. I fail at EVERYTING YAOI. Because… you have to admit. While these two are geniuses, there is WAY too much dialogue. But… I'm a girl, and I don't think it should be just 'blah blah fuck fuck fuck yaoi yaoi yaoi everything's over with.' I actually like to have some depth and emotion. Call me sissy, but… whatever. I don't care. I also don't really like to use words for body parts, either. I think we can really get our message across without saying shit like, you know… well… I really don't want to say it, but you get my drift. Well, I hope I kept L as in character as possible as he can be when he's getting ready to screw somebody, but… yeah. I had so much trouble writing this chapter, for some reason. Maybe it was because I literally forced myself to write it. I reeeeaaallly didn't want to, but I figured I was going to get eaten alive if I didn't post an update soon, so… yeah.
Anyway… on to other things. I'M SAD THAT CAROL DIED. D: really sad. I didn't want her to die… but I guess my evil twin did, because it happened. Guess I've been reading too much depressing stuff lately, huh? Oh… and the whole reason for that scene in the bathroom where L is cleaning the blood off of Light? NOT AS PLANNED. I originally planned to have Light rush into the bathroom as soon as he got there to clean himself up and have a mini breakdown, but I totally forgot and didn't remember until days after I uploaded. Yeah… I'm so stupid, but in the end I guess it worked out for the better, huh? Oh, and I know Light calls this a 'convenience store' in this chapter, (actually he calls it a 'fucking convenience store') but… it's not. It's bigger than that; he just… really doesn't have another word for it. (Because I don't have another word for it, but whatever.)
ALL RIGHT. Here is the link I was promising you guys of Ladyblue17's AMAZING trailer for my story, and if wanna watch… there's a video response that I posted thanking her and giving everybody some updates. You get to hear my real voice! (I sound like a freaking ten-year-old girl, it's gross… D:) Link: www.youtube. com/watch?vN-kVGn2xXJE (delete the space)
And… OMG MAH BEST FRIEND IS WRITING A FANFICTION!! I'm going to beg her to let me put it up here, but sadly I think she'll say no. She… really doesn't like her work being shown to other people but her friends, and… oh well. But it is one delicious piece of cake. She emailed me an excerpt from it this morning and I fell in love. I've been bugging her all day, telling her to send me more… but she hasn't. D: oh well. Apparently it's about the Wammy Kids, but… I'm not really sure. It has her OC, Riki in it… whose like… amazingly awesome, by the way. But… anyway, I think I'm done rambling for now—wait. No I'm not.
Did anybody know that moths could land on people and stay there for God knows how long? YEAH. That happened to me. So I'm walking into the kitchen, and my friend who was over says: "Oh my God."
The conversation ensues as follows.
Me: "What?"
Him: "You have a giant moth on your back." At this moment I completely lost control and screamed, and that scared the shit out of the moth and made it fly INTO THE COUCH. (Yeah… into the couch.) He starts laughing and I'm like, "You asshole! Next time you have a bug on you, guess what I'll do? NOT TELL YOU." That just made him laugh more. D:
Anyway… before I take up too much more space, bye! The yummy deliciousness is coming next chapter!
EDIT: All right, thanks to some very helpful info from one of my reviewers. (Not Ladyblue17, btw) I've changed a few things. She mentioned that since Light was training to be a doctor and all, shouldn't he be more equipped to handle a little blood? And I thought about it for a while, and I came to the conclusion that "Damn! This chick might be right!" While I don't completely agree with her, I think that she does have a good point. My standpoint? Doctor or not, I think he's still human… and I think he's having a normal human reaction. He's not really in an operating room…
But I still changed some things, and believe me: He is going to grow stronger as the story progresses. And… he's not the only one that flips out, we'll… we'll get to that later, in the next chapter. So as much as I love "emotional Light" I think I'm going to have to let go of some of that. Not saying he's going to be completely robotic, just…maybe a little more toned down is all. Anyway, look forward to the next update! :D Luv you all!