I CANNOT repeat how sorry I am for releasing a chapter THIS LATE. BUT to make it up to all of my readers, I'LL ACCEPT ANY DEATH NOTE SHORT STORY REQUEST YOU GIVE ME FOR A WHOLE WEEK. ;U; But...please refrain from the yaoi~~

Also, I'd like to thank the people who have reviewed so far~ THANK YOU! :D And I'd like to thank Syckntwysted for making me write~ Thanks, man. I owe you BIG TIME.

This concludes my short apology! Enjoy the short chapter! ;U; En...joy...

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN DEATH NOTE

The soft tapping of a pen could be heard echoing in the midst of the white, empty place.

Tap tap tap

A large computer screen was placed at the very end of the room...where a tall figure was sitting. He was bent over in his normal, strange-looking position, tapping the small notepad in front of him. The blue ink of the pen decorated the blank, white space of the notepad. His empty, slate-like eyes stared at the blue dots on the white sheet.

"Standing out is not the case." He fiercely stabbed the middle of the ink filled paper. "Hiding is." He removed the pen from the paper and set it down beside the notepad.

Brimming with blue, a sea of white. Dots, flowing from here to there. What was once so pure, devoured by scars. That is who the killer is. "Ah…so it was them all along..." He smiled and slowly stood up, notepad and pen in hand. "But. Before revealing who they are," He turned away from the large computer screen and strolled towards the front of the room. "I must try out a little experiment." He turned the handle of the smooth, white door and stepped outside.

Tick-tock tick-tock

Alisa softly placed her head against the warm curtains of her room window. She was sitting up in her bed, thinking about what had happened to Mello and her earlier that day. She didn't like to doze off, nor did she dislike it. But Mello had acted extremely aggressive towards that Vincent boy, and Alisa was just dozing off to find the reason on why he would be so frustrated by his presence.

"Maybe they were friends before…" Alisa tapped her forehead. "A fight must have brought them apart…" Alisa cupped her hands in front of her mouth and blew warm air into them. She was cold, and she was fully aware that her blanket was right below her. But she was just too lazy to reach down and pull the covers over herself. She quietly sighed and closed her eyes.

Mello roughly shoved Vincent away from me "Alisa. Go back to your room." Vincent laughed and brushed himself off. I stared at Mello. He looked so angry, and irritated. "Now." I nodded and hastily made my way out of the library, leaving Mello and Vincent behind. Even though I really wanted to know why Mello was acting so hateful towards Vincent, I couldn't let my curiosity get the better of me. And not following Mello's orders, would probably lead him to take out his rage on me. And that is NOT what I want.

I stepped into my warm, empty room and turned on the air-con above the large door. I let out a small sigh and jumped onto my unmade bed. Though some people may have cringed at the messiness of my bed, I didn't it mind at all. In fact, I liked messy things. They made me feel more comfortable. I closed the curtains of the big window next to my bed and laid my head down on the soft, fluffy pillow. The cold breeze of the air-con washed over me, making me feel all spiky. I giggled. 'Spiky...what a WEIRD word…But then again, weird words aren't uncommon for me to use…'

Alisa played around with her numb fingers. "Why are you so spiky, fingers?" She laughed. "I mean numbu." Alisa tilted her head at the sound of the word. "Numbu. Is that the word?" She hummed the word out. "N-u-m-b-u. Why does it still sound weird?"

Her ears perked up at the sound of laughter. "Alisa, it's not numbu." She turned her body towards the door, where a tall boy was standing. Alisa's eyes widened with joy. "TERRY!" She jumped off her messy, ivory-colored bed and ran to the boy standing at her doorway. "I missed you SO MUCH!" Alisa buried her head in Terry's chest.

"I missed you just as much as you missed me." Terry wrapped his slender arms around the little girl. It had only been a day after Alisa left the premises of the castle, but for Terry it felt like an eternity.

He and Alisa had been inseparable when they were children. Never a day where they didn't talk to each other at least thrice. Back then everything was so…perfect. Too perfect, in fact. And perfect doesn't fare well when faced with reality…

Alisa pulled away from Terry just as he was about to let go. A huge smile was plastered on her face. A smile Terry had been longing to see. "Now that you're here, Terry!" Alisa took Terry's hand and pulled him towards the door. "Let's go have some fun! Just like the good old days!" He followed her light footsteps as she made her way down the dark-wooden stairs.

"Yeah…" Terry smiled. "Just like the good old days…"

CHAPTER 9 END