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piperemerald · 4 years

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@lawlightweek Week Day 7: Renewal

The orphanage was smaller than Light had expected. Truth be told, he didn’t know what he’d expected. L had given him so little to go on. That was fair. Light would argue that was the only thing about this that was fair.

“We’ll do the tour later,” L informed him as they entered Wammy’s House. “You’re jet lagged, you should sleep.”

“I’m fine,” Light said.

That was a lie and they both knew it. Light was confused. He was frustrated, and relieved, and scared at the same time. He was not fine.

“It’s better if you rest before you meet anyone,” L went on. “Trust me, you’re going to want to be at the top of your game when you do.”

“If you say so,” Light shrugged. If there was anything he’d gotten used to over the past few days it was going with what L told him. Right now, L’s word was the only thing he had.

“Our rooms are this way,” L lead him down the empty hall.

The house felt like something Light would have read about in one of those British novels Sayu had briefly been obsessed with. From the vine covered walls, to the stain glass windows, stepping inside felt like he’s stepped into another century.

It was almost comforting to see all of the computers and lack of decor that L’s room was furnished with. Light’s room was connected to L’s through an adjoining door. It didn’t look like it locked.

That was fitting for a convict. Light just didn’t understand what kind of prison this was supposed to be.

L hadn’t sent him to jail. Instead, he’d informed Light that he was going to be accompanying him back to England and that from now on he wanted Light to assist in the education of his successors. Light thought L was going to give him to the gallows, instead he’d given him a job.

Nothing here made any sense.

—

“I’m Kira.”

For a moment, Light didn’t know if L could heard him over the pounding for the rain. Then L looked at him and that expression silenced any doubts. Light could count on his hand the amount of times he’d seen this man genuinely shocked. This was one of them.

“Why?”

Why tell him this? Why confess now? Why when they both knew he was so close to winning—to actually winning after so long?

Light felt a smile break across his lips. It was the same smile he’d worn for every little victory he’d been able to succeed over this mental war. It was Kira’s smile.

“Thanks,” he said out loud.

Because even if he was surrendering, even if he was letting go of everything he’d worked so hard for, at least he’d be able to keep this with him. At least he’d know that at the very end, he’d stumped L.

That felt close enough to winning for him.

—

Light was sitting in what he had to assume functioned as L’s office. In the back of his mind, he’d wondered if L had instructed the staff here to add a second desk for him. It didn’t make sense for there to be two, Light was certain that whatever was going on with him was the first this had ever happened.

In front of him was the computer L had given him.

“You can’t bring any personal belongings with you,” L had said before they left.

“Of course,” Light had replied as if he understood any part of what was going on.

Light had just finished the lesson plan L had tasked him with creating. He had a few days before he was supposed to start teaching, but L had stressed that it was important for him to prepare since the children he’d be working with were high maintenance.

Well, no, that wasn’t right. L had briefly mentioned it. Watatri had been the one to give Light a solemn expression and tell him that this was going to be a very challenging experience. L hadn’t offered much guidance.

“Are you done?” L’s voice broke through Light’s thoughts.

Light turned his gaze to him.

“You look absent minded,” L explained the questioning. “I assume that means you’re either finished or bored.”

“Actually, I was thinking,” Light started.

“I’d be concerned if you weren’t.” L closed his own computer and focused his attention on Light.

After everything they’d been through, Light would have liked to think that he could read L. It was difficult task, but there were times when Light was certain that he knew what was going on in the detective’s head. He wouldn’t have gotten as far if he couldn’t understand his opponent.

Only, since the moment Light had waved the white flag he had no idea what game L was playing. Every time he’s reached for answers, L had brushed him off. It was infuriating, but he didn’t know how to get mad at the man who had made the choice to keep him alive.

“You’re concerned about the amount of trust I’ve placed in you.” L apparently had no trouble reading him.

“This place is important to you,” Light said. “These kids are your heirs—and even if they weren’t, Ryuzaki, they’re kids for fuck sake.”

“And?” L knew what he was thinking. Of course he was going to make Light say it.

“And I’m a murderer.”

“Yes,” L seemed disinterested now. That pissed Light off.

“How do you know this isn’t part of my plan?” He demanded. “How do you know you’re safe right now?”

“Well, the fact that we’re having this conversation goes at the top of the list,” L answered.

“L, I don’t know what’s going on!”

Light never called him that. He always used the alias. Everyone did.

“While you’re here you’re under twenty-four hour surveillance,” L informed him. “Everyone is, it’s safer that way.”

Light didn’t ask what that meant. That was a conversion for another time—another time that he shouldn’t be alive to get. “Still.”

“If you try to hurt anyone in this building, I will kill you.”

L’s voice held no emotion. His eyes were the same cloudy gray that the sky had been the day Light gave up everything so he wouldn’t have to give up the only thing that mattered. It grounded him. Knowing that L wouldn’t hesitate grounded him.

“Is that what you need to hear?”

Light nodded.

“Well,” L sighed. “Now that we have that out of the way, let me see your lesson plan.”

—

Light hadn’t realized the building had a cell until now. He sat behind the metal bars, on the other side was L and the rest of the task force. He looked at his father’s face once. The disappointment there should have cut through him, but Light just felt numb right now.

He was just going through the motions he’d already calculated. Honestly, he just wanted this part to be over already. He wanted all of it to be over.

“The thirteen day rule is fake,” Light told the group and the running camera. “I had a shinigami add it so I would have an alibi.”

“Who is the second Kira?” L asked.

“There is no second Kira,” Light told the only lie he’d worked into his story.

He’d made Misa give up her Death Note and all memories of being Kira. Then he broke her heart. She’d stay away from him and anything having to do with Kira now. That was the only way he’d be able to ensure that Rem didn’t kill either him or L.

“There is another notebook,” Light said. “I made other people use it with my notebook. When their time ran out I gave it to someone else.”

“And the evidence we found in Misa Amane’s apartment?” L asked.

“Was planted,” Light lied. “By me.”

“You framed an innocent girl?” It was surprising that it had taken this long for Matsuda to speak. Light figured he’d be the most angry. He’d trusted him too much—they all had. There were all fools.

“As I said before, I think it would be best if I conducted this interrogating alone.” L only sounded mildly annoyed.

The shocked look had long since faded, but each time L met Light’s eyes (he was the only one of the group who seemed to have the stomach to do so) the question was still there.

Why?

—

Light’s first day of teaching was the most exhausting day of his life. His class consisted of only three students, all of which went by fake names. The youngest seemed to be around twelve, while the older two couldn’t be older than fifteen. The loudest seemed to make it his personal mission not to give Light a break.

That was fine, Light hadn’t expected one. He was slightly surprised when L informed him that he wouldn’t be monitoring the class.

“It disrupts their focus if they know I’m watching,” he had explained.

By the end of Light’s three hour class he was ready to pass out. The older students left the room as soon as they were dismissed—they at least gave him the respect of waiting til then—while the younger lingered in his seat.

“Everything alright?” Light asked Near.

He was the age Sayu had been when he would constantly help her with her homework, though Light doubted any of the skills he’d learned from teaching his younger sister would help with L’s successor.

L had given him a briefing on each of his students. Light knew facts about this boy, but that didn’t mean he knew how to talk to him.

“Mello will get used to you,” Near informed him. “He doesn’t like change.”

“Yeah, I got that impression.”

“He also doesn’t like his position as L’s favorite being compromised,” Near’s voice held no emotion. It reminded Light of L’s. Maybe that was why Light knew there was no point in arguing to this child that his mentor didn’t have favorites.

“I thought you were L’s favorite,” he said honestly.

“I’m the most likely to succeed,” Near replied. “There’s a difference.”

“I see.”

Light turned to the chalk board behind him and started to erase the equations he’d written on it through the course of the class. Dust littered the air, settling on his black shirt in little white clumps. Light had a theory that the other classrooms had dry-erase boards and L had purposely given his this room to torment him.

“Are you Kira?”

“What?” Light turned back to the boy calmly sitting at the little wooden school desk.

His expression was relaxed, he looked like he’d just asked Light what his favorite food was. Light hadn’t expected this. Maybe he should have given this was L’s successors he was dealing with, but why would this kid think that L would let a mass murder into his home? Well, that conclusion could only be ridiculous if it wasn’t exactly what was happening.

For a moment Light considered denying it. He considered calling this kid crazy or riddling this off as an attempt to upset him. But that would be pointless. If Near had the resolve to ask him, he was most likely already certain that he was correct.

“How long have you thought that?” Light asked instead.

“I was suspicious when Roger said L was going to be staying for a while,” Near told him thoughtfully. “The timing is odd.”

“So that made you assume he was bringing a serial killer with him?” Light raise an eyebrow.

“No,” Near shook his head. “Meeting you did that.”

“I seem like a serial killer?”

“You seem like Kira,” Near said. “You’re not denying it.”

“L said I’m supposed to take you seriously,” Light shrugged. This was his new normal. He might as well get used to it. “Did you finish your assignment?”

“No.” Near glanced at the paper in front of him. Light had noticed him working on it at the end of the class. He hadn’t stopped him, knowing full well that some students could work and listen at the same time.

“You should be working on it, then.”

“I’m stuck.”

“Really?” That surprised him.

“It’s not that appalling.” Near deadpanned, the first emotion he’d displayed so far.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” Light crossed the room to sit in the desk next to Near. “What’s confusing you?”

—

“I should be on trial by now.”

It was the fifth day since he’d given up. Light was still in the same cell. He was still waiting to die and L was still asking him questions he already knew the answer to.

“There’s more I don’t know,” L hummed. He was the only one on the other side of the bars. Light hadn’t seen the rest of the task force since that first day. He wondered how his family was, then had to stop himself from thinking about that.

“I confessed,” Light didn’t need to remind him. “You found the second notebook in my room. What else do you need?”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“That’s why you’re keeping me here?” Light was angry now.

“This could be a plan of yours,” L said. “Until I know why you’ve turned yourself in, it would be unwise to place you under arrest.”

“I’m sure the rest of the task force loves that,” Light spat.

“The rest of the task force trusts my judgment and is none of your concern.”

If there was one thing they’d all been forced to accept it was that L had been right from the start. Light was sure that stung their pride. No, they weren’t like him. It wasn’t their pride that had to be wounded right now. Light was sure that every member of the task force was disgusted—especially his father.

“It’s because I don’t want to do this anymore,” Light tried.

“And I don’t understand what lead you to that conclusion.”

“Maybe the fact that I don’t want to be a murderer,” Light said through his teeth.

“It’s unlikely that you would feel remorse now,” L mused. “After all of the lives you’ve ended to get here.”

“Fine,” Light closed his eyes. He didn’t want to do this. He thought that he’d at least be able to hold a little bit of his dignity. “You want the truth?”

“That has been my goal from the start, yes.”

“I’ll tell you everything, but I need you to come here.” Light doubted L would comply, even if he was handcuffed and L was as strong as him when he was at top form (given the strain the past few days had put on him Light doubted he’d last a minute in a fight even with his hands free).

He is chest tightened when L stood and walked to the bars. He produced a key from this pocket and undid the lock, sliding them open with ease. Before Light could say anything, L sat down on the cell bed next to him. They were inches away, but it wasn’t like L had ever cared about his personal space before.

“Satisfied?” L called his bluff.

“You’re insane,” Light breathed out.

“And you’re Kira,” L replied. “Will you answer me now?”

Light kissed him.

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multifandom-anni · 5 years

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L x Light fic (WIP)

L. Lawliet was the type of guy in high school that had no friends, girlfriend and just talk with people when is necessary to... had the best grades whitout even trying. He was so mysterious and different! Some classmates find him so strange and creepy, but most of the girls had a crush on him (because although he was a bit wild and different with his peculiar way to seat, strange habits to eat sugared stuffs all time, using the same clothes every day...) he was actually very acttractive.

25/10/06 A new student came to the class 3, his name was Light Yagami. A young brown haired guy who was in exchange on England from Japan. He was good at speaking English so he made friends so easily... Light Yagami was exentric and he was those kinda of person who thinks that the world works in his function!

In a certain day, specifically Friday 31 October, the class 3 of the 3th grade recived the result of their math test. Almost everyone failed and recived a bad one! Light was confident that he was going to be only one successful at the test, then he recived it with a confident smile in face... He wasn’t that bad but he also wasn’t the best. When he heard the teacher say :

- as always , the best result was L’s ! Congratulations! - Light Yagami looked at his left and found there an weird skinny boy with hair in face, that guy took the test from the teacher’s had and said nothing, continuing licking the lollipop he had in his mouth.

- the second best was our new student! Light Yagami. She said looking at him , so the entire class did the same. Except of that emo guy.

Light was mad ! He hate being the second in everything, he hates being underrated by someone! When the lunchtime came, he asked Emma Sinclaire, the classrom leader who was that guy and why he always had the best grades? Emma said :

- that guy is L. Lawliet, he is son of the most rich man of the city; Wammy Quilish! He’s a type of weird genius who doesn’t need even to do an effort to get these good grades. He have no friends, no girfriends, he doesn’t talk with no one and is always eating! Even having many girls who find him attractive and crush him.

- oh, i haven’t noticed him till now... /said Light putting his tumb on the chin\

- It’s because he missed classes since u showed up.

- You seem to notice him a lot. Hahah! /said Light\

- o-oh ! I- I - don’t is just that i... am responsible of the class so... / said Emma with a big blush on her face\

- o-ok! Anyway I’m going lunch! Thank u for informations... /said Light with a warm smile\

He was going to the cafeteria next school when he sees Lawliet going to the same place, Light got more excited to go there and try to have a talk with him. He made an evil smile when he heard two girls saying :

- yes he’s going to lunch here as always! /said the blond one pointing to the cafeteria \

- maybe we’ll be the lucky ones who will get a talk with L! /said the brown haired one\

He watched them entering to the cafeteria, they looked like 14, 15 years. Light could see by the mirror that they tried to speak something with L and he said no! The two girls got out with an angry face saying “how he dare to say no to us! Aff” It seems that he is rude with the girls who crush him. Light knew what L feel because in Japan almost all the girls did the same to him, they were so boring but Light was not so .... direct ... with em. Actually he kinda used to manipulate some of them to get things. Had a famous model called Misa Amane who was very beautiful and famous in Japan who crushed Light. And used her to get friendship whith important people and recognizement! There was also a boring one called Kiyomi Takada, she was called “miss toho” and she crushed light too. He used her to be his assistant and take things for him like “hey i wanna a coffe bish”.

When Light enter the cafeteria he can see engaze L and he does the same. Both eyes encountered and Light could feel a strange feeling of his heart beating fast! L was really attractive and had a sexy vibe, the way that his black hair falls into his pale skin... The young japanese had a strange feeling and was lost in his toughts when he hears the voice of a woman saying “ so what will be ?”

- ah, an frapuccino with a natural sandwich please! /he answered \

- ok! You can take your seat and i’ll bring to you.

Light was walking around and he was hesitant to ask, but thats the why he camed to the cafeteria... so he encouraged himself and walked in L’s direction and said :

- can i seat here with you? We’re classmates ... I’m on exchange from Japan. I arrived in school have 6 days... /L looked at him while he was eating an amount of different sweets and desserts and just pointed his hand to the chair in agreement \

- so , you like sweets right? It’s because is halloween maybe? Haha /said Light putting his hand on his hair and giving a shy laugh \

- I eat it everyday. / answered Lawliet. His voice was apathic , low and sexy.

-what about these girls? I mean i had these type of girls around me in Japan and sometimes i wish i was strong pulse with them like you...

- I didn’t meant to be rude with them, is never my intention at all. They just asked me if i want to make out with both and i said no. / L replied with a piece of cake in mouth\

- you right! They are quite young ...

- I like Japan / L said unemotionally as all his phrases\

_ oh! You like Japan? / Light replied surprised that he said something and about his interess)

-yes. / L answered and took a sip on his coffe.\

- You have been there? /Light\

- Yes. /L\

- what u most like there? /Light\

- food. /L\

- haha, you like eating do you? Is just weird how u still have this good ... physique. / Light said hesistating in his last words when he saw what he was going to say.\

Light’s food arrived and he immediately took a sip of his frapuccino. Maybe with mouth full he wouldn’t say bullshits...

- you too for someone drinking a frapuccino full of fat and caramel. /Answered L looking at him.\

- hahah! I think we’re both lucky with our metabolism / answered Light giving a shy laugh to try hide his blush face again\

- yes i think so. /L\

Light looked at his clock and the class would start in 10 minutes and he said :

- i think we might go ...

- yes. / said L while he stands up showing how tall he would be if had a nice posture\

- btw, we talked this entire moment and I didn’t introduced myself, I’m Light Yagami.

-L. Lawliet. But I think you already knew it... /he stated giving his back to Light and getting out of the cafeteria\

When the class started Light starred at Lawliet the entire class wondering what he meant by “ i think you already knew it” that he didn’t had count that the bells ringed, just when the class was almost empty exept by L an some guys talking is the background. He was leaving when he heard a voice calling his name, he turned and it was L :

- Light i was wondering if you would like to come at my house today and have some movie? / Light wasn’t expecting for it! He tought it would take time to get his confidence and become his friend... but it was so fast\

- yes sure. /Light replied with a soft smile in face\

- ok, come with me cause my father will bring us by car. /L said\

-ok /Light\

When the car arrived was a black limusine with a old man with mustache driving it. L took his place in the back place of the car so did Light, it was a silence since the old man spoke and said :

- L never hang out with school classmates. You must be special what’s your name?

-oh , my name is Light Yagami sir. I’m in exchange from Japan...

CONTINUE.... it’s supposed to be one shot but I’m gonna post later...

#anime #deathnote #death note #misa amane #l lawilet #light yagami #light x l #lryuzaki #fanfic #hot male #death note au #kiyomi takada #quillish wammy #high school #dn fandom #lawlight

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jxsticeincognito · 6 years

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Day 1 - Memories

For @mattmelloweek

An Instant Disliking

I remember the day he came to Wammy’s House as if it was yesterday. No one was supposed to make a huge deal about someone new coming here, but this guy seemed to want that to happen. He was only young but he seemed to like the attention. He didn’t seem remotely bothered that the reason he was here was because his parents had died. Did I mention that Wammy’s House is an orphanage? Yeah, I probably should’ve. Oh well, now you know. He only had a few things with him and one of those things was a tattered looking Game Boy. We didn’t really have things like that here and as such everyone seemed to find it really interesting and it wasn’t long before this guy became the new ‘cool kid’. Everyone always wanted to play with him. Turns out that gaming was his favourite thing to do and everyone, for reasons I still can’t understand, found this really interesting and exciting. But I wasn’t interested. I had always thought that gaming was a pretty pointless thing to do. I decided pretty early on that I didn’t like Matt. He didn’t seem to care. He was more bothered about all these ‘friends’ he had acquired. Mr. Popular. Though, it was fairly obvious that they were more interested in his game console than him, but he didn’t seem to care. Whatever the reason, he was the one everyone wanted to be friends with. Like I told you earlier, I didn’t mind being on my own and I didn’t mind not having any friends, but still… there was something about this guy that made me… almost jealous. I mean, it wasn’t like he’d come here and stolen all my friends… I didn’t even have any! But before him, there had never been anyone here who was this popular. Of course, there was L, but that was a different kind of popular. And I can’t even remember the last time anyone even saw him. Most of our interaction with him was through a computer screen, though I was one of the few people who had actually seen and met L before, along with my constant competitor, Near. L wasn’t someone you’d call a friend… more of an idol, a mentor. And besides, it was respect and admiration that we had for him. Whereas this guy… Matt… he was just a random nobody who happened to be addicted to gaming. He was the shiny new toy that no one could get enough of. I didn’t really see what all the fuss was about. But a part of me wished that sometimes people would look at me like that. I know, I know, I said I didn’t really like making friends or, whatever… but seeing something like that kinda makes you wish for it. At least a little bit. I couldn’t help but wonder what that was like. To have everyone fanning around you like you’re the best thing since chocolate. I had never experienced anything like that, so, naturally I was curious. Though, that soon turned to jealousy. I had never seen anyone here act like that around anyone before, and until I did, I would never have thought that’d be something I’d want. But I guess, seeing it in front of my own eyes, it made me realise just how lonely I was. Though, I was fully aware that everyone wanted his games, rather than him. But still… no one ever paid attention to me like that. I guess I kinda started to resent him.

I suppose it probably wouldn’t have bothered me that much if he didn’t insist on playing his games right under my nose. He seemed to attract a crowd wherever he went. There’s a big room in Wammy’s House, kinda like a common room in a university dorm. Just a place with an old TV, lots and lots of bookcases, and a games cupboard. Not the games this guy was used to… I’m talking board games and puzzles. It was generally a nice, quiet place to hang out. I would normally sit in the bay window and read. No one distracted me, no one interrupted me… they just left me to my own devices. But this guy… this arrogant, popular, self-righteous weirdo… he certainly didn’t respect that that’s what I wanted. When I came into this room to read, people knew they should just leave me alone. He didn’t. Of course, no one told him this, so I guess he didn’t really know… but still, if you see someone sitting alone with their head buried in a book, completely oblivious to whatever’s going on around them, you leave them to it. You do not do what he did. ‘Hey… who’s the kid in the window?’ I heard him ask one of the girls that had been pining after him ever since he arrived. ‘Oh, that’s Mello’ she said, nonchalantly. ‘Mello, huh?’ he said before scoffing. ‘What’s he doing over there by himself?’ ‘Reading’ I ignored their conversation and carried on reading. This book was more interesting than whatever that guy had to say anyway. But did that stop him? Oh no. ‘Hey, Mello! Don’t you wanna come and have a go on my Game Boy?’ he called. The tone of his voice almost suggested that I should feel super privileged to be asked to play with him. Who the hell did he think he was? But I didn’t respond. I was reading. It’s rude to interrupt someone while they’re reading! Instead, I pulled the book closer my face, hopefully giving him the hint that I didn’t wanna be disturbed, and rolled my eyes. I peeked around the book and saw Near on the floor out of the corner of my eye, doing one of his puzzles. Why wasn’t Matt asking him if he wanted to play? He was sitting alone too. People never seemed to think it was weird when Near hung out by himself. Why was I any different? Why was I the weird one? ‘Aww, come on dude! Don’t be like that!’ Matt persisted. Dude? Dude? Did he seriously just call me dude? Urgh! ‘What’s his problem?’ he asked another girl. ‘Oh, Mello likes to keep to himself’ she said. ‘Yeah, but… why?’ Matt asked. Before waiting for an answer, he called over to me again. He’d been here for a while now. Surely he should’ve noticed by now that I didn’t like to play with the other kids. ‘Come on, don’t be such a drag! Come play with us!’ Apparently not. He sounded like he was getting annoyed. Why? Why was he so desperate for me to join him? I gritted my teeth behind my book. Only last week I had gotten into a lot of trouble for throwing my book at Near’s puzzle when he made a belittling comment about the subject matter of my book. Oh, I’m sorry that you’ve been reading Charles freaking Dickens since you were four! Anyway, I had successfully spoiled Near’s puzzle and one of the pieces had actually ended poking him in the eye. He didn’t cry or anything. In fact, he didn’t really seem too bothered, but he did need taking to the doctor. It’s not like I meant for that to happen! Roger had told me that I needed to learn to control my temper and that when I got angry, I should take a deep breath and try counting to ten, giving myself the chance to cool off. I tried this advice out. Sometimes it worked. But in this case, it really wasn’t doing it for me. ‘Wow… you’re rude’ Matt complained. His voice sounded closer. Was he coming over? Go away, go away, go away! Suddenly, my book was wrenched from my hands. Matt closed it to look at the front cover, losing the page I was on. I balled my fists in silent rage, trying to calm myself down. ‘To Kill A Mockingbird, huh?’ Yes, I know, everyone has read this book, but it was one of my favourites. ‘I’ve heard about this… what’s it about?’ Matt asked. I took a breath and answered through gritted teeth. ‘Why don’t you read it and find out for yourself?’ I hadn’t really meant to sound so snappy, but this guy was seriously grating on my nerves. ‘Nah’ he said, tossing it absently back to me – well, throwing certainly wasn’t his strong point, as it ended up on the floor next to me. ‘Not really into reading’ he shrugged. I glared up at him. What a moron. ‘Anyway’ he said, when I didn’t respond. ‘Why don’t you wanna come play?’ I decided to use his excuse, in the hopes that he might drop it and leave me alone. ‘Not really into gaming’ I said. It didn’t have the effect I desired. ‘What? No way! You’re kidding right? Everyone loves gaming!’ Urgh! Could this guy not take a hint? What was so hard to understand about me not wanting to play? ‘Well, I don’t, so… why don’t you just play with someone else’ ‘Jeez, I was just trying to be nice!’ he complained. ‘You’re always sitting by yourself, no one really seems to like you… I figured I’d just try and be friendly’ ‘Well, I happen to like being alone so…’ I made a ‘shoo’ gesture with my hand and leaned down to pick my book up. But he beat me to it. He grabbed the book and hid it behind his back. ‘Look, how about a quick game? And then I’ll let you have your book back’ ‘You’ll let me have it back? What, are you not gonna give it back unless I play your stupid Game Boy?’ ‘Hey! Don’t hate the Game Boy’ Matt snapped back. I noticed that we were gaining quite a bit of attention now. Even Near had stopped his puzzle to look up at us. ‘Then don’t hate the book’ I countered. ‘Give it back’ ‘No, I wanna play’ ‘Then play with someone else!’ If I gritted my teeth any harder, I would probably end up completely wearing them down. ‘Jeez, I’m trying to be nice! What is your problem?’ ‘You’re not being nice, you’re being pushy!’ I hissed. ‘I was reading and I want to continue reading. Why is that so hard to understand?’ Matt scoffed and laughed at me. If there was one thing I hated more than my stupid inferiority complex, it was people laughing at me. ‘Wow, no wonder you haven’t gone any friends’ Matt muttered. I don’t think he had meant for me to hear it, as he looked pretty surprised when I answered back. ‘At least I know no one’s just using me for my stupid toys’ I snapped. He looked at me with the dirtiest look anyone had ever given me. Was he really getting that upset about the fact that I had insulted his games? What a loser! ‘Hey, they’re not using me. They’re my friends!’ ‘Yeah, right’ I snickered. ‘Just give me my book back and go and play with your friends then’ Matt glowered at me. I certainly wasn’t getting my book back any time soon. ‘No’ he said, firmly. ‘What do you mean, no?’ I asked. ‘It’s my book!’ ‘I don’t care. I was trying to be nice to you and you’re just being rude’ he said. ‘So what? Why do you care? You don’t even know me! You’re the one being rude now!’ We had gathered quite an audience now. Most of the kids seemed to be watching our showdown. ‘You are such a weirdo!’ Matt snapped at me. ‘Most people would be happy that someone wanted to be their friend’ ‘Well, I’m not most people. And there are plenty of other people you could be friends with’ ‘I wanted to be your friend!’ That took me aback. Why would he wanna be friends with me? He didn’t know anything about me. ‘Why?’ I asked, unable to hide my genuine curiosity. ‘I dunno! I just saw you and thought you looked interesting’ Was that a compliment? Did someone just pay me a compliment? ‘But apparently you’re just a jerk who would rather sit by himself and be a lonely weirdo’ Matt finished. I frowned. I really didn’t care what this guy had to say to me. I just wanted my damn book back! ‘Ok, you’ve made your point, I’m a weirdo, congratulations, you cracked it! Now gimme my book back!’ Matt smirked at me and look at the book. ‘Oh you really want it?’ he asked. ‘Yeah, I really do!’ I snapped back. ‘Go get it then’ And no sooner than I had blinked, he launched the book out of the third story window. I couldn’t hide the shock from my voice or face. Everyone around us gasped. ‘WHAT THE HELL?’ I screamed, jumping to look out the window. There was my book, on the ground in a filthy puddle. Several pages had torn out on the way down. It was a very old, fragile book. Matt came to look out the window too. ‘Woops… I didn’t think it would rip’ he muttered to himself. I turned to him, face like thunder, almost growling. Matt looked at me, awkwardly, an apologetic expression on his face. ‘Sorry Mello… I was just having a bit of fun…’ ‘YOU JERK!’ I screamed, throwing myself at him, knocking him back onto the hard wooden floor. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ Matt shouted, underneath me, as I started hitting him as hard as I could. ‘You are such a jerk!’ I shouted, continuing to hit him. He held his hands up to shield himself, but he realised pretty quickly that I wasn’t going to be the first one to stop. Before I could hit him again, he threw his fist upwards, knocking me in the jaw, sending me backwards across the room. I stood up and glared at him, and he did the same. ‘Why couldn’t you have just left me alone?’ I screamed, before launching my own fist into his face. I was pretty sure the crack that I heard was from my own knuckles, rather than doing him any damage, but I didn’t let it show. Matt didn’t seem too phased by my punch. Instead, he went for a dirtier tactic and drew his leg back before kicking me hard in the crotch. I heard a few gasps as I doubled over in agony. Oh, he was going to pay for that one! ‘Just give up, Mello’ Matt said, standing above me. ‘I’m a lot stronger than you’ OH HELL NO. I was not going to be beaten by this guy. I flung my leg out, tripping him over. There was a very satisfying bang as his backside hit the floor. Ignoring my own pain, I turned myself over and smashed my first into his crotch. ‘AHH!’ he screamed out. ‘Serves you right!’ I spat, before I hit him again, this time in the chest. Soon, we were in a full scale fight. There was even scratching and hair pulling involved. It wasn’t my most dignified moment. If Roger hadn’t heard the commotion, who knows how long we would have kept fighting. ‘What’s going on here?’ I heard his voice as he came into the room, but it didn’t stop me. ‘Mello! Matt! Stop this at once!’ Roger bellowed. Roger rarely raised his voice. He was a generally mild-tempered man. Even when he had to discipline someone, he did it in a calm, gentle way. He sounded very angry. As such, I stopped hitting Matt. But I guess Matt didn’t know Roger like I did, so he didn’t realise just how angry he was. He took advantage of the situation and propelled both his feet into my chest, knocking me backwards. ‘OOF’ It felt as though all of the air had been punched out of my body. Matt was on top of me again in seconds, but as he drew his fist back to hit me, he was dragged out of my vision. ‘OW! Get off!’ I heard him shout. I attempted to sit up, and saw that Roger had grabbed Matt’s ear. I didn’t think that kind of thing really happened in real life. I was about to laugh, when Roger came at me and very sharply pinched my ear. ‘Ow!’ I cried, involuntarily. ‘You two are coming with me. The rest of you, get on with something productive! I can’t believe none of you came to tell me about this!’ Everyone instinctively hung their heads in shame. Roger was rarely this angry and disappointed in people. But he was disappointed in us. And boy, were we in trouble.

#( i took this from a fic i started writing in 2014... i headcannoned that matt and mello didn't like each other to begin with :P #i only stopped writing the thing cos it got too emotional... )#( this was chapter two of the fic... i think i got up to the chapter where they set out on their final mission and then i got too sad lol #mattandmelloweek #my writing #original writing #( not rp )#matt x mello #fan fiction #death note

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