Author's Note: Hello every one! Here is chapter three of "Reach for the Stars"!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of the characters.
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Reach for the Stars
Chapter Three
"Now we did not originally plan on this", a woman with blonde hair and a familiar voice said happily, "But we have decided to hire the both of you!" The look on my face echoed my feeling of dread with this announcement. I stammered through the audition the thought was whirling along with many others as I glanced at the man sitting behind a desk next to the chirpy woman. "Michael and Mail", the man said his deep furrow marks on his forehead making him appear around fourth, "You will play the roles of Near's rivals in season three seeing as we hired you both together you will also be a team." Both of these people had a look of we-are-geniuses on their faces as I glanced sideways at Michael. The man did not look over joyed either as he spoke, "The flyer said one part not two." This comment may have been rude, but it was completely right.
"Don't worry the writer was the one who thought of it after seeing both or your demeanors", the woman chirped glancing between the two of us. Michael snorted crossing his arms as if some sort of protest against the idea. Sighing slightly I said, "I don't know if I am cut out for this." Both of us did not like the idea and from his appearance, Blondie was not going to explain this very nicely. The man shook his head as the woman said, "You won't have many speaking parts honey so it shouldn't affect you plus the writer especially wanted you to work with Michael." Huffing slightly said man grumbled, "I can't work with that loser."
For some reason when a remark like this would roll right off me I felt anger building up spewing out in my next words , " The hell am I going to work with you bastard." Outbursts like these were rare for me as I turned to leave feeling heat rising to my cheeks. That guy seriously needed to get off of his high horse before I knocked him down. "We will give you five hundred dollars to stay", the woman blurted out in a hurry just as I had opened the door. Five hundred dollars was a large amount to a poor student trying to get enough funds together for another year. Biting my lip I glanced back the words felt like poison from my mouth, "I'll do it."
Clapping excitedly she said, "Great my name is Len and I will be watching over you two then." Len pulled a small stack of papers from a desk drawer. Making a small note on one with a pen she offered us each. Taking the pen it felt wrong, but I signed my name 'Mail Jeavas' on the dotted line.
Small sounds erupted from the DS as some sort of turtle thing fell from the platform. "Finally", I grumbled moving a leg slightly trying to get comfortable in the small plastic cart. A pair of blue eyes was, at the moment, drilling holes into the device from the man next to me. Glancing sideways at Michael the face that met mine was a mixture of annoyance and disgust, but there was another emotion I could not quiet place.
"Wha…", before I could finish Len appeared as if out of nowhere wearing her usual grin. Even just meeting the woman I knew every day was a good day to her. "Alrighty boys here are yah name tags", the bright woman said passing us two lanyards with a small card attached to the ends. Examining the card I found the name 'Matt' written across it with large bold white letters set back against a black background. Squinting slightly I opened my mouth to ask a question, but Michael beat me to it.
"Why is the wrong name on this?"
"Those are your stage names Mello and Matt. Most people will refer to you by that."
Glancing once again to the white letters Matt had a nice ring to it as I finally placed the thing around my neck. "Mello", Blondie mumbled as if thinking about it for a moment as I couldn't help saying, "Easier to pronounce." Earning a glare I laughed slightly watching his face grow even angrier. "Now you guys have a few days before your film date", Len said flipping through her phone for a moment before adding, "It was director Nagami's idea that you get comfortable with everyone and each other." The last words made my stomach turned as Mello's eyes darted at me for the shortest moment.
With those words we were ushered into a large hanger like area with Death Note painted on the side. Outside appeared quiet, but inside it was the opposite. People darted about doing whatever task they had been given through an odd head set each wore. Mello and I stayed closed through the crowd. No one really gave us a second glance when they brushed past pushing me against his side for a moment. The set looked busy as people were glancing over it making what looked like final touches to it. To the left of all this was some sort of sitting areas. Each had a chair or two in front of a large mirror that was surrounded by cosmetics of all kinds. Wondering over to this place as it was the least crowded a very loud voice made itself known above the chaos. The man it originated from had light brown hair and was dressed in a grey suit.
His name was on the tip of my tongue as he turned laying eyes on me. "You, intern, bring me some coffee", he said snapping. Anger boiled in me as I bit my lip holding it back and calmly replying with "I am not an intern sir. I am a new member of the show."
"I don't care; either way go get me some coffee."
It was then his identity came to me as if a light bulb had gone off. Light Yagami was the star of the show who had used his actual name. This place was proving to be annoying as I began thinking up some reply when Mello beat me to it by saying, "You didn't quiet hear him. We are a part of the cast not your personal coffee fetchers." With that said Blondie turned to leave as surprise he had said something for me settled in. Glancing once again towards Light seeing his face twisted in disgust I caught up with my costar feeling in agreement with him for once.
Thus our first day on set was spent almost 'floating' around the bustling people. Most of the cast were still on vacation until Tuesday, so we only met light and a rather perky blonde by the name of Misa.
"So you are the new cast members", she asked beaming brightly reminding me of Len. "Yes I'm Matt", the name started felling familiar, but as I continued a small snicker escaped, "and this is Mello." The man I spoke of twisted for a moment as he glanced at me before nodding to this Misa woman. "Well I need to meet up with Light-kun. Nice meeting yah." Just like that she was gone. It was also then my phone began vibrating violently in my pocket. Quickly fishing the thing out and flipping it open a rather angry voice greeted me, "Where the hell are you Mail your shift started half an hour ago."
"Ah man", I said a bit panicked as I checked my watch finding it true, "I'm leaving now. I was at a study session." The lie came easily as I normally was there causing me to get into similar situations.
"Just hurry up. The Christmas crowd is here."
"Yes mam."
As she hung up a sigh of relief escaped as I found Mello was not around. Peering around the corner I saw him buying some sort of drink from a vending machine. Jogging past him towards the exit of the lot I said, "I got to get going see you tomorrow then." "Whatever", was the reply that reached my ears as I raced towards the bus stop?
Being well past midnight before I found myself slugging back to my third floor apartment saying I was tired would be an understatement. It felt like the normally well-oiled gears that ran this thin body were slowly gritting to a stop. Concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other helped getting up the three flights of torture only to shove one more obstacle in my way. Standing in between me and a warm bed was one very annoying now coworker/neighbor.
Still dawning his odd leather outfit Mello was fishing for something in his pocket as a plastic bag looped around his arm swung with every movement. Making it to the small landing our doors shared the hope that he would not notice me ran through my body. Hoping, apparently, was not enough as I felt the familiar drill like eyes burrowing into the back of my head. "You look like shit", the blonde started perfectly describing how I felt. "I do not feel like dealing with you", I tried as my keys somehow evaded the searching hand inside surprisingly deep pockets. "Just saying looks like you were at some sort of druggie party", the man's voice snorted as I simply stated, "I don't care what you think."
Every word from Mello's mouth seemed to be some sort of insult, and only after two days of knowing the man I had heard enough insults for a life time. "Probably why you want so much god damn money", Mello mumbled disappearing into the apartment. God he was such a douche.
A/N: Thank You for reading! Please leave a review if you liked it or have any sort of suggestion. I always love to improve my writing so advice is greatly welcomed. So until Friday or Saturday (Depends on when I get it typed up) good bye for now!