A/N: I am sorry that I did not post Friday. My internet has been rather spotty.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any related characters.

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Reach for the Stars

Chapter Four

Yawning deeply with a small stretch I finally had to give into the blaring alarm. Seeing it flash the red numbers six thirty a.m. only had me craving deeply for a day off. Staggering out into the kitchen a smell of coffee lingered through the air offering its comforts. The maker of such nectar sat dressed in professional clothing enjoying a simple bagel.

"Good morning sunshine", Emile said cheerfully earning a small glare from my direction. Mornings were created as some sort of torture along with student debt. Settling across from the woman with a cup full of coffee it was a bit more bearable. "So ready for day two", she asked sipping at her own drink. "No I can't even believe they gave me the job", I said leaning back into the chair.

Emile was a large fan of the show so as I expected the next words from her mouth were to be about the next season.

"So what part did you get?"

"I don't know, and even if I did I can't tell you."

Even after saying that the gleam in her eyes did not fail. For some reason I was getting the idea that there were another set of questions that were waiting on the edge of her lips. Instead of saying a single one Emile stood placing the empty cup and plate in the sink. "We will see about that", she mumbled heading towards the door slipping on her shoes, "See you later." Leaving I heard the door close just as I finished my cup. Time to get ready I guess.

Cold weather was another thing quickly earing the title of torture along with the Blondie standing next to me. Freezing was harsh on its own, but now the low temperatures were beginning to feel subarctic from the cold glare Mello was boring into me. Pulling the lit cigarette from my mouth blowing a puff of smoke away from us may have intensified the glare, but it provided a small relief. Glancing over at the said man a thought crossed my mind. Most people were easily read from simple observations, but this guy only looked like he had some strange wardrobe and hated the world. Nearing the end of the small relief another soon appeared in the form of a very warm bus. Lumbering closer to us its doors opened allowing for warm air to escape.

Paying the normal fee I found a seat towards the back, and to my pleasure Mello chose a completely different one. Even if it was a few short the moments the distance between us was greatly treasured to me. Staring out a frosty window the world whizzed by. Today would be interesting at least.

The studio was immensely calmer then from the day prior. "Good morning boys", Lin chirped from behind a receptionist desk. "How are you so happy early in the morning", Mello stated echoing my thoughts as her face didn't even falter. "I do not know what you mean", Lin said smiling as she handed us a packet with script scrawled across the cover adding ,"we will meet in building two around ten so feel free to review the script until then." This woman was inhuman to me as she was so alive so early. Mello took the papers right as another blond scuttled past us. "Misa reporting for duty", Misa said saluting the other woman who in return handed her another stack of papers. Taking them Misa appeared to be brimming with excitement as she mumbled something about seeing Light before leaving.

Glancing sideways at Mello I caught his gaze on me, and for a moment it looked as if he wanted to ask something. This look did not last long as he quickly darted his head towards the door leading to the actual studio floor. Did I imagine that look? What did he mean by it? Shaking my head the thoughts were pushed out as we entered the next room.

Once again the man by the name of Light sat in a large chair turned away from an even larger mirror eating what looked like a muffin. The only thing different was Misa who was greatly invading his personal bubble. From this scene; another thing, a few booth areas down caught my eye. 'Mello and Matt' was printed across a name card using the same odd font of the show's title. "Least we have our own area", I mumbled receiving a small angry grunt before the man who made the noise proceeded ahead. What was his problem this time?

Watching Mello plop almost dramatically into the chair as a rather bad impersonation of him ran through my head. 'Hello, my name is sir piss-a-lots and I can never do anything except hate every one', mental Blondie said earing a small laugh as I sat in a chair opposite from the real thing.

"What's so funny?"

"Just a thought of something."

"Care to share?"

Eyeing Mello suspiciously I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or actually wanted to know. Shaking my head no I motioned towards the script hoping to take his interest away from the mental joke. I personally did not want to know how angry the man might be for being labeled sir piss-a-lots. Surprisingly he didn't press any further on the subject before opening the packet glancing over the printed words.

The next twenty minutes were spent in almost complete silence only interrupted by a few 'mornings' from other cast and coworkers. To my relief the first two episodes did not contain me at all. Episode one only had a young Mello at the end, but episode two was filled with him. For some reason he seemed actually quite happy over it even going as far as to smirk with something other than anger. It actually fitted him better allowing a small smile to spread across my own face. Around this time the members who were there began to gather in the center of the room.

Seeing the small number of people actually present reminded me of Lin mentioning some were still on break. Glancing over the faces that were there it only caused me to wonder if it was a good idea for them to be gone, but before I could come up with an answer an elderly man from my audition began to speak about the episodes.

A/N: Thank You for reading this chapter! Please tell me what you think. Also, once again I am sorry for the late update. I hope I will not have the same issues in the upcoming chapters.