A/N: Here is chapter five, and I am sorry about it's' lateness.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of it's' characters.

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Reach for the Stars

Chapter Five

Days off are rare and few between, but when I do have them they act as a breath of fresh air. Right now, however, the best I got is the morning off. Rolling over with in a large bundle of blankets my eyes fluttered open finding 12:30 p.m. flashing across the nearby alarm clock. No ungodly calls, no angry beeping, and today would be Mello free. Stretching joy ran through me tightening the very air.

Even though I still had my GameStop job to attend to the thought of not having to deal with a certain sour blond wiped that disappointment away. Standing I began to get ready to leave. Today would be a good day.

Standing behind a cash register listening to a whiney brat yell about how he can't buy some game due to his age was not what I expected to happen on my good day. Snobby-nosed kids were not uncommon, but usually they had some sort of parent with them. This small munchkin did not and was acting as if I made the policy just to mess with him. After another slur of random insults his twelve year old mind could fathom; my irritation only increased.

"Kid where are your parents?"

"Not here captain obvious 'sides they already said I could buy the damn thing."

"Like I told you kid, I cannot sell it to you unless you have them with you."

His face twisted for a moment as if to make another slurred insult. Instead of doing this he simply scoughed setting the case down on the counter a bit harshly. "This place sucks anyways", the boy remarked heading out of the store. As soon as the glass door closed a rather annoyed sigh left my mouth as I rubbed the bridge of my nose roughly.

"I-Is he gone", a quiet voice stammered as its' owner emerged from the back room holding a large stack of new games. "Yeah doesn't look like he will be back in a long time either", I replied glancing up at the kid whose name was Stan. How or even why he had gotten a job dealing with people was beyond me as he rarely actually came out of the store room when there were customers. "I hate kids like that", Stan murmured setting the merchandise on the counter, "They are so loud and rude." Nodding in agreement the man who I guessed was only around eighteen began his duties of stocking shelves while the store was empty. Glancing over towards a wall clock the minutes were ticking away until when we could close up and head home. Silence filled the air as normal when the place was empty as I placed my chin on top of a pair of folded hands.

During the hours spent inside of the store the DS was strictly off limits as it normally spelled trouble if I was found playing it in front of customers. The manager described it as unsightly even though we were in a game store. Even with this in mind a rule is a rule and I rather not take the chance of being fired. Instead my eyes wondered over the passing shoppers just outside the glass windows. Each one had some sort of story behind their clothing, actions, and even hairstyle. Loose dark clothing on a girl that seemed around Stan's age gave off the idea of insecurity along with her longer hair style. She was easier to read then a man wearing a business suit passing by at a rather slow pace. It was obvious that he was involved in some sort of business the hard part was figuring out what kind. Being a distance away it was just before he left my eye sight that the material of his clothing provided a clue. It was the same material many couches were made from, or at least looked like it, leading to the idea of some sort of unhappy sells people's job. Another man came into view wearing loose clothing, but it was different from the girls by the fact that….. My thought was never finished as a voice interrupted them.

"M-Mail hey I n-need some help h-here."

Cutting the thought off midway was Stan who was watching me as if he had called me a few times before I noticed. "What can I do", I asked simply wanting nothing more than to go back to my thoughts on people. "Can you grab the other stack of games from the back", he asked pushing a pair of thick rimmed glasses back in place on his nose. Nodding I left the area behind the desk towards a small storage room filled with different odds and ends of the store. Another large stack of organized cases were left on the work table which I picked up taking them to the smaller male coworker. "Thank you", he murmured as I knelt down next to him. Might as well help him was the thought that lead me to placing the different games on their respected shelf. Nearing the front window I could see the sun was now completely gone signaling that it was getting closer to closing time. Just a little longer and my good day will be complete with some more relaxing at home. It was then a man whose absence from the day was a large part to the whole 'good day' walked by with another plastic bag looped through an arm.

Mello was wearing that god awful leather jacket with matching pants once again as he simply walked past not even glancing towards the store. I couldn't help it as my eyes followed the man who disappeared into a nearby coffee shop. His aura found its' way to me, but it at least did not feel as if it was directed towards my persons. Why was he here though? The thought was quick and easily dismissed as I did work at a mall. People go to the mall all the time and he is no different. Mello being like other people was another thought that could be easily dismissed. Still I watched the entrance of the coffee shop waiting for him to exit. At this time of night not many people should be in there or even in this area at the moment so he should leave the place quickly. This, however, did not happen as almost ten minutes passed before I heard Stan question, "C- can you help me with inventory?" Nodding I took one last glance towards the other shop before turning to help with my coworker's request.

By the time the shift had ended Mello's appearance had somehow slipped my mind. Shivering in the harsh winds thoughts of inventory and the weather were making themselves at home. Is the bus running late I questioned peering down either side of the street again finding nothing just over the hills? Digging into a pocket the small packs of cigarettes were, as normal, offering a small relief from this. Placing it between my lips and lighting it I breathed in deeply relishing it for a moment before releasing the smoke. "Those things are going to kill you", a man whose voice I knew all too well said coming to stand beside me. "My life my choices", I replied taking another drag. Mello shook his head as to my luck he began watching for the bus in silence. Remembering how I had never seen him leave the shop allowed for the question of what he was doing in there to worm its' way into my mind.

Watching his solemn face from the corner of my eye the curiosity grew even more so. "So I saw you in the mall", I stated continuing with, "Out doing some Christmas shopping?"

"It's none of your business."

The reply was short and to the point surprising me slightly that there was no scough or glare riding along with it. Weighing mentally if I should press the question or not the later of the choices seemed right as silence filled the air between us. Mello was an odd person who found himself on a small list of people I could not figure out.

A/N: Due to some problems I am sorry to say that I will only be able to post around once a week now. Aside from that I hope you enjoyed this chapter and please feel free to tell me what you think about it.

Mirei-Chan:

Thank you for reading my story so far! I am glad that you like it and that the personalities match the character. Once again thank you for the review and read.

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I cannot wait for another review from you! Thank you for reading and finding it intriguing as I try my best to keep it interesting.

Until the next chapter, good bye!