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Here and Forever

2010-06-23T07:30:00.000-07:00

Hey hey! Long time no see, eh mate? I'm back with new layout, new stories, that'll guarantee to knock you outta your seats! Heh, maybe not literally, but still...

As you can see I'm involved in a new fandom. But that doesn't mean I'm leaving the DN bandwagon, no.. The fun has just begun XD

Title: Here and Forever
Fandom: Death Note + Nabari no Ou
Characters/Pairings: Raikou/Near, mentions of Gau
Genre: Fluff, romance
Rating: PG
Summary: Sometimes they want to live in a world where everything they need is here.
Warnings: BL, fluffiness ahoy!

The apartment is unusually silent.

The silence doesn’t bothers you, you’ve lived with it for years since you were a toddler in England. But with Raikou, silence is usually identical to some misfortune of some sorts.

You don’t try to bother him, your hands are busy with solving the puzzle and from the way he stares out to the window complacently. Odd. Usually he bothers himself on the phone to talk to his partner, Gau, or trying to cook in the kitchen or –

“Near, I have something to tell you.”

You look up at him underneath your messy bangs. The obvious question ‘what’ hangs in the air, but you don’t say anything. Yet.

“What if… what if I have to leave in the next few days?”

“It’s not really a problem is it?”

You could see Raikou frowning slightly at your answer.

“I guess, I mean we both have different lives, very different lives… And I can’t involve you in my problems, I don’t want you to be targeted or something…” he trails off, his voice lowering until he’s whispering to himself. You smile at this; he never gets over his habit.

You stand and walks up to him, not that he notice. Burgundy eyes focusing on something out of reach, his lips move in short sentences. It’s not until you put both of your hands on each side of his face does he comes back to earth.

“Raikou.”

“Hn?” he asks, larger hands covering your own, rubbing the soft, baby like skin of your hands. He looks at you with wide eyes, looking so innocent. You don’t know if he’s faking it, sometimes he’s just too much of a child you can't really tell.

“It’s fine if you have to leave. I understand.” You say firmly, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

He doesn’t reply, just takes your hand and presses his lips to the back of it. The affectionate gesture sends shivers down your spine; you’ve never really gotten used to the feeling of being in love. Nor do you actually know if this is love. But something tells you that the slight flop of your stomach or the warm feeling in your chest that comes with every embrace, kisses, or sweet words that you two exchanged is close to love, if not love itself.

“I’ve taken my chances with you, Shimizu. The same way you’re facing the same risk with me.”

He nods before pulling you into his lap, then proceeds to nuzzle your neck. The scent of strawberry filled your nose, as you wrap your arms around his neck. Your chest burns with happiness, and you presume that he feels the same way, from the sound of his heart speeding up.

Raikou leans back and stares at you with eyes full of nothing but adoration.

“Sometimes I wish we’re living a world where you’ll always be here,” he guides your hand to his chest “and we’ll always stay this way.”

You don’t say anything, because nothing else needs to be said as he leans closer and closes the gap between your lips and his, and silently you wish that this would last forever, not just some dream that will end the moment you let him go.

Announcement!

2010-04-26T07:19:00.000-07:00

New story guys! Here ya go:

Title: Equivalent Trade

Fandom: Mixed: Death Note, Fullmetal Alchemist, The Quest

Pairings/Characters: Nate, Mihael, Selim, The Gatekeeper, The Seal Keeper

Genre: Fantasy/Family/Friendship

Story Type: Multi-Chaptered

Summary: When one believes that nothing's worth more than knowledge, his belief is tested when the only one he holds dear is dead as a result of a Rebound. Now he has to face the consequences, and try to find a way to bring him back.

I'll post the prologue soon, mkay?

THE IDIOT'S GUIDE TO POSTING FANFICS!

2010-04-07T03:26:00.000-07:00

(In Indonesian)

Dipersembahkan oleh DEA dan TIAN.

LOL aku mau bikinnya THE IDIOT'S GUIDE TO POSTING YAOI FANFICS tapi kayaknya yaoi terlalu berlebihan.

Memang OD nee-chan. Mau ditahan oleh 'policia' lagi? Yaoi itu dilarang agama...

EMANG GUE PIKIRIN? OOOOOOOOKAYYYYYY, kita mulai sekarang!

Pertama tama, siapkan ceritamu. Dan BERPESTA. YA MAKAN COKLAT YANG BANYAK SUPAYA SENANGGGG. DAN JANGAN LUPA MINUM BEER!

...itu bukan guide pertama. Mohon diabaikan.

Beep you chico. Ya udah, guide pertama adalah:

1. Log in ke FF.Net.
2. Klik tombol publish di bagian atas.
3. Klik Document Manager (alias UPLOAD) untuk meng-upload ceritamu tadi.
4. Di bagian UPLOAD NEW DOCUMENT cari filenya dan kasih label buat ceritamu. Ini supaya kamu bisa bedain cerita yang satu dengan yang lain. Seperti contoh:

File: Midnight Chatters.docx
Label: midnight

5. Jangan lupa pilih format 'story' bukan 'docx'. Karena ini untuk upload, bukan untuk dikasih ke beta reader.
6. Klik 'submit document'
7. Di menu 'Publish', klik 'New story'. Nanti ada page yang muncul, klik link 'guidelines' dan klik tulisan 'Yes, I have read and agreed to the content guidelines.'
8. Nanti klik 'New story' lagi di page yang muncul.
Nah, ini yang agak bingung..
9. Pilih story type 'Normal' kalau ceritanya cuma untuk satu fandom. Crossover, kalau karakternya dari dua fandom.
10. Kalau choose category klik aja tombolnya disitu kemudian cari dari main category kemudian cari sub category. Contoh:

Main category: Anime/Manga
Sub category: Death Note

Nah, klik 'continue'!

11. Nanti balik ke page tadi, klik continue.
12. Isi:
title (judul cerita)
summary (ringkasan singkat ff kamu)
language (bahasa yang dipakai buat ff buatanmu)
rating (level pembaca kamu - rating akan dijelaskan lebih lanjut dibawah nanti~)
genres (... self explained)
status (in-progress kalau belum selesai atau multi-chaptered atau complete kalau sudah selesai)
character (karakter yang diceritakan dalam cerita kamu)
document (dokumen yang baru kamu upload tadi)

13. Selesaiii! Klik 'PUBLISH NEW STORY' dan tunggu sampai maksimum delapan jam lagi agar cerita Anda ter-upload!

RATING CERITA

Ada empat rating cerita, yaitu:

1. K

Rating ini untuk konten cerita yang pantas dibaca untuk semua umur dan tidak mengandung unsur-unsur dewasa atau kekerasan (atau hal-hal seksual ;o)

2. K+
Rating ini untuk konten cerita yang masih pantas untuk dibaca semua umur.. Yah lebih untuk sepuluh tahun ke atas gitu. Kontennya mungkin ada kekerasan atau hal seksual yang ringan (seperti jatuh dari pohon karena didorong dan ciuman :p)

3. T
Rating in untuk konten cerita yang pantas dibaca oleh remaja dan orang dewasa saja. Tidak boleh anak-anak. Biasanya karena ada innuendo ke hal-hal yang tidak pantas (LOL sex and drugs) atau kekerasan yang agak berlebihan.

4. M
LEMON! SMUT! OOOH CERITA DEWASA MENGGUNAKAN RATING INI SEMUA!
... ya. Karena kontennya ini untuk orang diatas 18 tahun. Biasanya cerita ini mengandung referensi ke hal-hal tabu. Yah, seperti ada adegan 'dewasa', penggunaan narkoba, kekerasan fisik yang dijelaskan secara deskriptif (seperti menyayat pergelangan tangan! *le gasp*), bahasa yang kurang santun (seperti d**k, f**k, s**t, c**k, dsb. Tapi 'damn' tidak termasuk lhooo), dan hal-hal yang seperti itu.

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Oke, sekarang Anda siap untuk memulai hidup Anda sebagai seorang author fanfiction! Selamat!

Midnight Chatters

2010-03-29T00:46:00.000-07:00

Title: Midnight Chatters
Fandom: Death Note
Characters/Pairings: Near/Shore
Genre: AU, Fluff
Rating: G
Summary: Shore talks in his sleep. A lot.
A/N: For my little sister. Hope you'll like it :3

Midnight Chatters

Shore talks in his sleep. A lot.

It doesn’t bother him, not really. Though it can be really disturbing when he’s on the phone and the younger boy trashed around, muttering nonsense.

Near sighs as he takes a sip from his coffee. Shore sleeps on like a log, head rested on his shoulder. Their room is warm, comfortable. Nice enough for a long slumber but Near’s eyes are still not tired from watching Shore. He flips another page of his book.

“Nah, no, I’m just….”

Shore’s voice trails off, as he shifts until his face is buried between the pillows. Near closes his book and carefully pulls on his shoulders to move his head away. He doesn’t want him to get another cramp. His hands rested on either side of the boy’s head, himself leaning over him. Long, dainty fingers trails softly from the damp forehead to the strong jaw line. Shore’s lips moves, mumbling something before chuckling softly. Near finds himself smiling as well.

Nights like these are the times that Near loves most. In his warm bed, next to the warm body that belongs to the person he holds dear to his heart, between the sound of silence and soft breathings he wishes he could hear the thumping hearts that beats inside their chests. Though Shore is asleep, Near knows Shore feels the same way every time those amber eyes glowed affectionately at him.

He’s just about to continue his reading when something from Shore’s unnecessary monologue caught his attention.

“.. Near, Nate..” Shore whispers his name softly like a prayer. Near’s unsure of what’s Shore’s dreaming of, but from the way his lips curled into a satisfied small he assumes it’s a nice dream. He puts the book on the bedside drawer, then slipped under the blankets and wraps his arms around those bony shoulders. A pair of arms embraced his touch, and pulls him closer. And all Near can breathe is this moment, as he memorizes the motion over and over again in his head. Strands of dark, dark brown hair tickles the sides of his face as he leans in and places a soft kiss on the pulsing vein of the boy’s temple.

He pulls away, and grey eyes meets brown in a second. He can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks; Shore’s gaze always makes him flustered for no reason. Shore shifts closer, drawing Near’s breath away as he places his lips over the shell of his ear and whispers,

“’Morning to you too,” he says lazily, before turning to peck his warming cheeks.

Near blinks once, twice. Shore’s eyes slowly droop under the dark lashes, fatigue still hazing in them. But his grip on Near’s arm hasn’t budged.

“Nice dream?” he asks, liking the sounds of the sheets rustling and the bed creaking underneath them.

Shore nods his head slowly, opening his mouth and covering it with his hand as he yawns. Eyes still on Near.

“How’d you know?” He mumbles, his fingers slides from Near’s arm to his waist.

Near strokes his hair lovingly, grey eyes warming on the boy. “You said my name.”

He’s pretty sure he interrupted Shore who almost drifts away to sleep, because Shore leans his head in an almost lazy fashion on his chest.

“Guess y’know how to read me right,” he mumbles to the soft cotton, almost inaudible if he hadn’t lay his head on Near’s chest.

Near continues to stroke his hair lovingly as he holds Shore in his arms. When he’s sure Shore’s falling asleep again, he shifts so the boy could lie on the pillows instead of him, and he continues his reading – along with his midnight drink. The sound of silence continues, the soft breathing and occasional mutters fills the room, and Near swears he can hear the sound of their hearts thumping in perfect sync inside their chest.

The night continues, and somewhere in between Near falls asleep, only to wake up to a tender kiss from the younger boy as light from the morning sun greets them.

Lullabies

2010-03-06T04:51:00.000-08:00

Title: Lullabies
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: MattNear
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Friendship
Rating: G
Summary: That night, instead of the usual emptiness he felt, he feels safe.
AN: Inspired by “Lullabies” by All Time Low.

“Sing me to sleep, I’ll see you in my dreams”

His dreams were nightmares. Never ending nightmares.

He dreamed of running, with his own unknown fear chasing him from behind. Dark, hollow halls followed his steps in the running. A door opened at the end, but whenever he reached it, it vanished and he’s in the dark, dark room of nothingness.

And he’d wake up to see no signs of a chocoholic blond, who used to be ready and awake when he’s woken up. The empty bed across the room was a painful reminder of that fact.

But tonight, he woke up to see a small white figure curling himself on top of the bed. On his bed.

Grey eyes popped underneath messy mops of white hair, starring at him owlishly.

“You’re awake.”

He kept silent, because Near didn’t need anything to confirm the truth of his statement. Sometimes he thinks Near was never wrong on anything. He rolled on his back, wrapping the sheets tighter around himself.

The last thing he needs was his body to be as cold as his heart.

“Go away, Near.” He muttered, closing his eyes.

“You had a nightmare.”

“And it’s none of your fucking business, isn’t it?”

He felt a bit bad for being so harsh, but it’s nothing compared to Mello’s threat to the younger boy.

“Why do you even care anyway?”

“Because you’re my friend.”

He laughed humorlessly and turned sideways to face Near.

“We’re never friends.” He said coolly. Near shrugged indifferently, slowly sitting up.

Friends. A stupid word that no longer held any meaning to him.

He ignored Near and closed his eyes. He even pretended he didn’t care when he felt the boy slipping under the covers with him, curling himself against his warmth.

Despite it all, he cried as he held the boy in his arms, feeling those arms tighten around his neck, gripping like it’s the only thing that could save them.

That night, instead of the usual emptiness he felt, he feels safe. For once he can hold onto something to keep him from drowning.

He let the soothing sound of Near’s breathing lulled him into a nice, dreamless sleep.

Three Times One

2010-03-06T04:44:00.000-08:00

Title: Three Times One (And I Just Can’t Get Enough)
Author: Tian-san
Pairings: Matt/Near. One features Matt/girl!Near
Genre: Friendship, Hurt, Romance
Rating: K+
Summary: Three moments from the odd couple. Guaranteed to make you go mushy inside. Okay, not really, but at least it gives you something to read about.

Three Times One
(And I Just Can’t Get Enough)

1.   Paper Hearts

I thought I could hear my heart breaking. He didn’t say a word. Nothing.

I know asking out someone like Near was a bad idea. It’s a shame I couldn’t choose who I fall in love with. But I just couldn’t keep my eyes off him. Damn him for being so cute.

But then a miracle happened: Near edged closer to me, and he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to mine quickly. The gesture was soft, but nevertheless made my heart beat faster.

He pulled away, leaving me still dazed, but curious why. He just smiled and said, “I don’t want to keep you waiting, do I?”

2.   The Songs You Grew To Like Never Stick At First

The door was slammed open. Near didn’t bother to look who barged in, knowing exactly who the perpetrator is.

Sobs filled the room. And plastic hit the wall as a pair of goggles was thrown by long hands of a fourteen year old. Near froze in mid air before continued packing. Matt must’ve heard the news of Mello’s disappearance.

He locked his suitcase, and picked up the rest of the small necessities like his pictures or his L finger puppet.

Matt buried his face in his pillows, not bothering to look at him. He didn’t either. He hates saying goodbyes. Especially to the ones you cared about.

As he tucked his picture in his shirt a quiet voice piped up.

“You’re leaving?”

Near nodded and grabbed his journal on the bedside table. He heard sounds of rustling sheets and guessed that Matt was now sitting up.

“Near?”

He didn’t say anything. Just continue grabbing his stuff and pretended Matt was not there. Because he can’t stand it when the older boy cries, especially if the tears were for someone who obviously didn’t give a damn about him.

He put everything inside his backpack, slung it to his arms, and finally took a look at the brunet.

Matt’s eyes were puffy red, tears pooling up in his blue eyes. He was a mess. His nose a bit red, runny perhaps, from all the crying. Honestly Near felt sorry for him. But there’s nothing he can do. It was his fault that Mello left; he didn’t want to feel guiltier about it.

“I’ll see you, I guess.” Near said softly, before turning the knob.

“Wait!”

Near turned, watching as the boy rummaged his bag for something…

Then Matt handed him a photograph of Mello.

“Please, keep this with you. With Kira out there, who knows what’ll happen.”

Near accepted the gift half-heartedly. A part of him wished Matt gave something else, perhaps something more personal, that would remind him of the brown haired gamer. And a part of him felt angry at the older boy, for making him feel worse about himself.

You always have to put Mello first, don’t you?

He quickly left the room without a word.

3.   Keep My Heart Beating (Genderswitch. Matt/girl!Near)

“Come on, Near. Dance a bit.”

“Matt, you of all person would know that I would decline your offer.”

“So? It’s fun.”

“I hate dancing.”

“But it’s fun. Come on muffin, for me, please?”

Matt stared at Near with wide, puppy dog eyes. Her lips quirked into a small smile before taking the boy’s hand.

“But you’re leading the way.”

“Roger that!”

They sway to the upbeat music Matt had been listening to.

She had to admit this is fun. But as she opened her mouth to tell the boy he was right, Matt took the opportunity to give her a not-so innocent kiss. She gasped in surprise and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

They pulled away as the song ended. She gave him a light glare for his act earlier.

“It’s fun, right?”

“Whatever you say Matt.”

Never Ever

2010-03-06T04:40:00.000-08:00

Title: Never Ever
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Hermione and Ron/Hermione
A/N: Written for Sheila-neechan at LJ. I really hope she gets an idea for a MattNear fic soon..
And my first try on the HP fandom! Woot!

From the very beginning Harry knows there’s something more between him and Hermione.

(and it’s probably true)

It’s not just the words they exchanged,

(polite, always so careful not to let anything slip)

Or the subtle touches and friendly hugs,

(though he wished he could hold her hand instead when they’re alone)

But it was something else.

(maybe they weren’t supposed to be friends, because friends don’t really give a shit if you’re happy with someone else, as long as you’re happy)

He doesn’t want to say it to her face when she kissed him and told him she’s happy to have him as a friend.

(but he knows that she secretly knows what’s happening inside his head right now. and he knows she’s lying when she said that)

So he thought he should wait, until they’re both ready to confess and start a new beginning together.

(but the wait never ends, never ends)

Tonight she danced in the arms of his redhead best friend, and he thought she looked absolutely beautiful.

Beautiful, beautiful Hermione.

But she will never be his.

(because he’s too much of a coward to do face the odds that were against them)

If only he could say it to her so many years ago, if only he was brave enough to do something for his own happiness. If only he could be a little bit selfish, just this once. He would promise he wouldn’t do anything like this again.

(but then he’d break the heart of a girl he loves, though not as much as his dear Hermione)

Harry sipped his drink, eyeing the happy couple dancing in the middle. Ginny by his side, a bit tipsy but not too much to let nonsense slip out of her lips. He watched Ron pull Hermione closer as he pressed their lips together in a kiss. He turned away just as they broke away, and Ron walked towards the podium. He caught Hermione’s eye and she gave him a smile.

(a smile so sweet like nothing he’s ever seen before)

“May I have your attention please?”

He looked up to see Ron, blushing lightly as he cleared his throat.

“I have an announcement to make,”

“Oh Harry, he’s proposed to Hermione! Isn’t that sweet?” Ginny said, smiling brightly as she held his hand.

“Hermione and I are engaged.”

Harry could hear his heart breaking. He turned to Hermione, who bowed her head down. A diamond ring glittered on her finger.

“And hopefully we will marry this fall.”

Everyone cheered. Shouts of congratulations were heard. People were celebrating, but he didn’t feel fine at all.

(worse. he just wants to be at home, feeling violent and lonely)

Now it’s too late, he thought sadly. The happy couple walked away, holding hands and he wished it had been him who was in Ron’s place. Now he could only love her silently, and even the thought of it hurts so much.

He quickly said goodbye and left, ignoring the strange stares he received from Ginny, Ron, or Hermione herself. The first thing he wants to do when he gets home was to drown away everything he’s heard or seen today. Maybe he could forget everything, forget her.

(for she was far out of reach, and it’s useless to love someone who will never love you back)

Love to Be..

2010-03-06T04:36:00.000-08:00

Title: Love to Be (Annoyed by You)
A/N: It's a personal secret.

I hate it every time you come just to say a word about how the teacher was being unfair because your scores are lower than mine (which you absolutely deserve for being such a dick sometimes) or when you’d just pass by when we accidentally saw each other somewhere and you pretended to not know it’s me but then you’d tease the jacket I wear the next day (and the colors are not bland, they’re pastel thank you very much) – but I don’t mind, because in some strange, twisted way I love to be annoyed by you.

Bleed

2010-03-06T04:33:00.000-08:00

Title: Bleed (And You Just Don't Know It)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: MattNear
Genre: Angst
A/N: A one liner I made up. Posted this already at my personal blog.

You’re so out of this world (but you keep my feet on the ground), you’re not interested in anything, much (but you seemed like an interesting subject), you don’t know how to say how you feel without feeling bad (truthfully I get that a lot but I never know you faced the same problem), you were everything I want (yes dear, I want you), but I know you don’t know, don’t care, and won’t understand how I feel (and my paper heart bleeds, and it hurts so much; and you still won’t hear me, Matt).

Sandcastles

2010-03-06T04:28:00.000-08:00

Title: Sandcastles
Fandom: Death Note AU
Pairings: None. But there's slight hint of MattNear..
A/N: Just a nice fluffy fic :3

Sandcastles

“Nate!” a young blond yelled at a small boy dressed in a white buttoned up shirt and pale blue swimming trunks. “Don’t run off anywhere you bloody idiot!”

The said boy only smirked and edged further towards the shore. The blond’s eyes widen as he quickly ran before the boy did anything stupid.

“Nate! If you get casted away I’m gonna kill you!”

The blond increased his speed as he charged towards the boy. Nate scooted away just in time for the blond to hit the waves that were coming, thus being flushed. He giggled as his brother struggled to reach the shore, repeatedly being hit by waves.

“Mihael, you should watch where you’re going next time.” Nate said nonchalantly, sitting on the nearest rock and pulling his knee up to his chest.

The blond, Mihael, glared furiously at the smaller boy. His pale blond hair was damp, and he shivered lightly from the cold. He stepped towards the rock, a deadly look in his ice blue eyes.

Their foster parent, Aiber and Wedy took them out to the beach on Sunday morning, as they thought it would be best if the boys get some fresh air, and to spend some family quality time together. But what’s a family gathering without fights?

Nate smiled and lifted his hand to his chest, offering peace. Mihael didn’t buy it, and instead inched closer, fists balled ready to throw a punch. The victim did not look intimidated, instead smirking lightly as he turned away and dipped his small feet in the seawater.

Mihael lifted his hands up in frustration, and was about to throw a punch at the ivory haired boy before he was tackled by a redhead and rolled down the sand.

“What the,” He breathed out as he smacked the assailant’s head. “Fuck are you doing?!” he screeched as he and the boy went tumbling down.

The boy yelped and shoved Mihael’s hand away from his face.

“Stopping you from hitting Nate!” he yelled out in pants.

They both hit the ground with a loud thump, sending dusts flying everywhere. The boy tried to sit up, but was pinned to the ground by an angry Mihael.

“Mail,” he whispered dangerously to the redhead’s ear. “What I’m about to do to Nate is none of your business. You remember that, don’t you?”

Mail gulped and nodded, his heart pounded heavily in his chest.

“So be a good dog and stay the hell away from the enemy.”

“He’s not the enemy, he’s your brother!” Mail said, deadpanned.

Mello narrowed his eyes in response.

“I despise him.” he spat out.

He caught a glimpse of white in the distance and quickly ran towards it. Mail, sensing troubles ahead, went along, not wanting his foster brothers to fight. He heard a small, girlish scream from the other side of the sandy hills and ran.

What he saw was something that terrifies him. Mihael, with his eyes closed, was breathing heavily, as he was being pulled by Nate. Of course being small had its disadvantages, some of them are these. Nate barely lifted the blond, and he was pulling so hard he thought his veins were going to burst.

Mail rushed to his side; pulling Mihael’s other hand forward.

“What happened?” he asked to the smaller boy. Mihael let out a girlish squeak as he winced in pain.

“Mihael fell down the hill and sprained his ankles.” The boy said through gritted teeth.

They finally got a hold of the blond and supported him on each side. They carefully stepped down, limping lightly on Nate’s side because Mihael was weighing on him.

When Aiber and Wedy saw them, they both screamed in horror.

“Mail, Nate, what’s wrong with Mihael?” Wedy rushed as she laid the preteen on one of the blankets.

“Uh, he sprained his ankle from falling down the hill.” Mail explained while scratching his head in awkwardness.

“He what?” Aiber yelled as he lifted Nate’s arms up, checking for any injuries.

“Mihael, you should be more careful next time. Do you want us to check on you all the time?” Wedy scolded as she rubbed his ankles lightly.

“No! Ouch!” Mihael winced in pain once more as he struggled away from his mother’s touch.

Nate watched this all in amusement. After receiving a kiss on the forehead from Aiber he sat down beside Mail, snuggling into the older boy for comfort. Mail patted his head as he pulled the ivory haired boy to his lap.

“Mihael, you are grounded young man. No chocolates for a week after your recovery.” Wedy said sternly, laying back to continue sunbathing.

“No chocolates?! Mooom!” Mihael whined.

Mail giggled and hugged the small boy in front of him. He rummaged through his pants pocket for his Gameboy and turned it on, letting Nate play with it as he guided the small hands.

Mihael scowled, and said bitterly addressing Nate.

“You really like this, don’t you?”

Nate smirked and nodded, before turning his attention back to the game. Mail smiled and glanced at Mihael, then back to the small boy.

“That’s what you get Mickey.”

Intro

2010-03-06T04:22:00.000-08:00

Title: Intro
Fandom: Death Note
Pairings: None. Unless you think Shore and A are just too cute for each other.

Intro

The old mansion in south of Winchester looked very beautiful in summer. No one really knows what it is for sure, all they know it’s an orphanage. They don’t even know the name, but they know the owner is Quillish Wammy.

A black sedan parked directly in front of the main gate. Then an unlikely pair came to view; an old man with a young boy. The man is Quillish Wammy, and he brought along a new addition to the orphanage. The boy had messy dark brown hair, covering half of his face, running along until his shoulder. He wore a navy blue sweatshirt, and a pair of dark blue denims, completed with a pair of grey Chuck Taylors. His bright green eyes widen at the sight of the old mansion.

“Is this where I live now?” he asked childishly, looking up to meet Mr. Wammy’s brown eyes.

Chuckling lightly at the boy’s enthusiasm, he nodded. And they walked in together.

“Here is the common room. Oh, and Sam,” Sam turned his head lightly to look at Mr. Wammy.

“You mustn’t refer yourself by your true name. In here we use aliases, because you all are raised to be L’s successor. Now you must refer yourself by ‘Shore’. And at the end of the month, we will have a test to rank the successors. Please do well on those tests.” Mr. Wammy explained.

Sam, now Shore, nodded eagerly. Holding his thumb, he smiled widely. “Okay sir!”

“Good. Now you may go in and make some friends. There are some children in the common room. Do you want my help to get you settled in?”

“Nope. I’ll be fine sir.”

“Then I’ll leave you be.”

And with that Quillish Wammy walked away, still amused by Shore. That boy could make anyone’s frown turn upside down, he thought silently.

Shore knocked lightly on the door, only to feel ridiculous the next moment. But the door swung open, revealing a feminine blond boy, perhaps older than him, wearing nothing but black. He blinked once, unsure what to do, before sticking out his hand and said “Hi there.”

The blond boy smirked at him. His blue eyes shone, glinting mischievously. The person opened the door wider, motioning him to come in.

There were about three people in the room, with him and the person it makes five. One was a boy, clad in white, the complete opposite of the blond, who was now sitting beside a brunet wearing a striped shirt and shorts. The other was a girl with red hair put up into a ponytail, wearing a baggy light blue t-shirt and a pair of pants that reached her ankles.

“Look, we got a new kid here. Hey, what’s your name?” the goggleboy asked. His blond friend scowled before taking a bite from his chocolate bar. “I heard the old man said ‘Shore’. What a weird name.” The white boy shook his head in disapproval as he continued finishing his puzzle.

Shore still stood, unsure what to do. But hearing the blond boy making fun of his name makes him twitch.

The redhead then quipped “It’s not like ‘Mello’ a normal name either, my great fellow, Yellow Mello.” The girl smirked victoriously at the blond, Mello, before turning her attention to him.

“Hey there. I’m Arc, but you can call me A. Nice to meet you.”

Shore grinned, then strode over to where she is. Sticking his hand out for her to shake, he smiled confidently.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sa-Shore! Yeah, Shore. You can send me a love letter later.” He blurted out, still smiling brightly at the redhead. Everyone in the room stared at him like he was mad. The white haired boy though, looked very amused.

The girl blinked her hazel eyes, before narrowing them and pointed an accusing finger at him.

“What makes you think I’m interested in you?” she said coldly.

Shore’s smile narrowed into a smirk. “’Cause all the girls can’t resist me. Rawr!” he added playfully as he stepped closer to her.

Mello and the brunet laughed loudly, clutching their chest and stomach as if they’re going to die. But the ivory haired boy walked up slowly to Arc, before crouching on the floor near her feet.

The girl casted a glance to the boy, before glaring at him again.

“Say it again, and I’ll kill you.”

“Or maybe Near will kill him, for stealing his girlfriend.” The blond taunted, smiling evilly at the two.

The redhead shrieked and slammed the nearest book she can get her hands on to Mello. This leaves the goggleboy and the silent white haired boy to look at him in curiosity.

“I haven’t introduced myself properly, have I? Well I’m Matt. And that’s Near.” the brunet said, while pointing at the small boy, Near. “And those two fighting are Mello, and as you just know, Arc.” He smiled, pointing at the two whose fight was beginning to turn ugly. “Don’t mind them, they like to do this often.” He added.

“Yes, because Mello always insist that we are infatuated with each other.” Near said in a deadpanned voice. Matt chuckled before sitting down next to Near, pulling out a Gameboy from his pocket.

Shore felt awkward for standing there all by himself. Mello and Arc are still fighting, now pulling each other’s hair while calling names; Matt is playing his Gameboy, with his arms around Near who was watching him in morbid curiosity.

At last Arc slammed Mello down the carpeted floor, declaring victory. Then she stepped over to Shore, leaving Mello who was sulking heavily, still oblivious to Matt and Near.

“Want me to give you a tour around the house?”

He nodded, and she reached out her hand to hold his. As they walked together through the halls, fingers intertwining, he couldn’t help but feel happy because things went fine. Maybe they could be friends after all.

High School Blues [Part I]

2010-03-06T04:17:00.000-08:00

Tch. Yeah. New story at last. Well, I've written a lot actually but I never posted it here.

Title: High School Blues [Part 1]
Fandom: Death Note AU
Pairing: Shore/A, Matt/Near, slight A/Near mentioned.
Summary: Embarrassing. One word to describe what happened last night at Matt’s house.
AN: This story, was inspired by my mom's experience during her post high school graduation party at a friend's house. Of course with some edits here and there.

They all gathered at Matt’s house to have a post-graduation party. And it was supposed to start at seven, but it’s eight forty five already and the party still hasn’t start.

Ava was getting impatient. She was supposed to be home at ten. Hell, she’s not even supposed to go out, thanks to her older sister who just had to elope randomly. Now with the messed up schedule it’s very possible she’s going to be very, very late.

Sighing softly, she approached the host who busied himself with playing Wii.

“Yeah! Take that you oversized creep!”

“Matt, what’s taking it so long?”

The redhead barely looked up to see her.

“Well, Mels still hasn’t come back, and I think Nate’s running late.”

He paused the game to look at her. Though she could barely look at him in the eyes with the goggles on his face.

“Doesn’t it bother you that your boyfriend’s late?”

“We broke up two weeks ago.” She said icily. She still had a hard time getting through the post-breakup period.

Matt blinked. Once. Twice.

“Oh.”

Oh indeed, she repeated in her mind.

At that moment, a shouting match could be heard outside.

“No, we gotta have a dozens of beer.”

“For a party for ten.”

“So? More for us.”

“Miha-“

“Can I make a move on him then?” Matt asked suddenly. She turned to look at him, who now pushed his goggles on top of his head instead.

“Uh, I don’t know if he swings that way…” she trailed off, unsure what to say on the sudden question for approval.

Matt only grinned, hopped up and moved towards the front door to open it.

And as predicted, Mihael and Nate were fighting, bags of groceries in their hands, ready to be used as a weapon.

“Hey hey! What took you so long?” Matt asked, motioning to Sam to turn on the music.

“This kid bothers me. Period. It’s a good thing we’re going to different college later.” Mihael grumbled.

Matt laughed and turned to wink at Ava’s direction as he patted Mihael on the back – who went to the kitchen to get more chocolate – and smiled widely at Nate.

Nate was red in the face, angry. He shoved the bags to Matt as he stepped inside.

“He’s not the only one profiting from it.” Nate muttered.

“Nah, he’ll miss ya eventually. Hey Natey, I got something to ask…”

Ava was no longer able to hear the rest of the conversation, because at that moment loud techno music blared from the speakers. She did notice the way Matt leaned back and forward like an eager child and that mild interest in Nate’s grey eyes as they spoke to each other.

What she didn’t notice was Mihael and Sam, talking in hushed tones from across the room and throwing glances at her; as if they were up to something.

Million Reasons Why

2010-01-01T07:43:00.001-08:00

Title: Million Reasons Why
Author: Tian-san
Pairings: Matt/Near, hinted one sided Matt/Mello or Mello/Near
Genre: Fluff
Rating: K+
Summary: Matt never understands why Mello kept saying he and Near would never work out.

Million Reasons Why

Matt never understands why Mello kept saying he and Near would never work out.

One, he always thought Mello was jealous. Either jealous of Near (43%), him (34%), or their relationship (23%). Either way Mello never liked seeing them together. But he always said he had no problems with it, even though it could’ve been pretty obvious from the melting chocolate in his hand.

But Matt had always known Mello’s a jealous bitch.

His hatred for Near grew from his jealousy of the younger boy’s grades, who were better than him. The blond hates it when he beats him at a game. Thus he declares Mello a jealous bitch.

Two, even though he and Near may seem like an unlikely couple, but they actually match.

He remembered the younger boy used to prefer spending his time alone, either in the common room or his room. Near no longer visits the library that often, because Mello spent most of his time there, studying. And he was very cold and distant. He never cried when Mello hits him, because he knows it’s no use. It’s only going to give Mello the satisfaction for doing so. Rarely anyone would befriend him, because he doesn’t pay much attention to anyone.

Matt doesn’t have many friends either, but at least he’s not that unfriendly.

So one afternoon, after Mello got punished for throwing Linda’s drawings outside, he went to the younger boy’s room. Perhaps it was curiosity that brought him there, but he just wanted to know why Near managed to stay strong after a whole beating session with Mello. He himself was always used as a punching bag of some sort, but he doesn’t really care.

One thing leads to another, and they became friends.

The next day he sat with Near during lunch, resulting in an outburst from Mello. But he ignored the chocoholic in favor of the white haired boy. And since then it became a habit for the two to fight every lunch.

But Near was still stiff every time his body came into direct contact with someone else. This includes him.

On a cloudy Saturday though, he faced his fears when Matt placed a small, innocent kiss on his lips. And since then they became a couple.

If Matt could fill Near’s blank days with his laughs, then Near would give Matt a push to move forward.

Yes, they really fill each other’s emptiness.

Three, he’s crazy for this ivory haired boy.

Everything about Near makes him smile and go all warm inside.

He loved his hair, white, soft, fluffy. Reminds him of a cloud, or a sheep. He likes to run his hand through them, play with it.

Near had large, grey eyes, and pouty pink lips. He liked it when he smiled, though not very often. But every time he did, he knows it’s for him or because of him. He even nicknamed it ‘Matt’s Specials’.

He’s proud of the younger boy for no special reasons sometimes. Like the time he managed to finish his puzzle, made out of ten thousand pieces, in merely four minutes and thirty seven seconds. Or when he managed to get a perfect score in possibly the hardest algebra quiz he’s ever had (even though Mello chased him around the orphanage for cheering).

And he knows Near feels the same way. For one, he always managed to spend time with Matt every afternoon. And as Matt held him close and whisper sweet things to his ears, he’d run his hands through his dark brown hair and snuggled deeper into his body.

The boy may be shy, but it didn’t really stop him from giving a peck on Matt’s cheeks from time to time when they’re alone. And Matt just like it that way.

Why? Because he’s Matt’s, one and only.

So he never cared when Mello taunted him for dating Near. Even if L himself forbids them to continue their relationship, he’d ignore it. Because there are a million and one reasons they should be together.

A Reason Why

2010-01-01T07:03:00.001-08:00

Title: A Reason Why
Author: Tian-san
Pairings: Matt/Near
Genre: Romance
Rating: K+
Summary: Everything happens for a reason. So why did he stay?
AN: Written in Matt’s POV.

A Reason Why

A part of him left last night, and he didn’t weep. He knew one day Mello would leave the orphanage. The blond was too good for the place, but he wasn’t good enough to receive the title L all by himself. And he had braced himself when time comes. But what he resented was his decision to stay. Mello looked hurt to hear his answer, and the confused look on his face still haunts him.

He didn’t know what came to him that night. The thought of leaving makes him scared for no reason. Ironic, seeing as how he and Mello used to talk about being free, leaving Wammy’s House. For years he dreamed about doing so, and when he got the chance he let it go.

Now he was second best. Not third anymore, since number two dropped out of the race to pursue the goal with his own rules. Now there’s only him and Near left in the race. But it won’t be long until a new race starts. And this time, maybe he and Mello would join forces, leaving Near to compete against them.

Still, the thought of working together with Mello sounds strangely unsettling. A part of him wants to follow the blond, and another wants to stay, helping the newly chosen successor of L. Why, he didn’t know. They had never got close anyway.

A knock on his door interrupted him from his thoughts, and he turned to see a set of gray eyes peeking through the door.

“Come in.” he said in a curt tone.

Near looked very young in those pyjamas. Pale blue pyjamas, along with his pale skin and silver hair. No one could consider him seriously as L, but if they tried to look into his grey eyes then they would falter. It held a gaze that could make you feel inferior to the boy. He looked away, not wanting to lock eyes with the boy.

“Matt.”

“Near.”

He held his breath, waiting for any other words to come out.

“I need you to help me with the case.”

He opened his mouth, ready to refuse, but the words never came out. What’s wrong with him? Isn’t he going to tell a straight ‘no’, and step away to the sidelines? Why does it sound wrong to reject the boy’s offer? The same boy who was the rival of his best friend, the same boy who his best friend despised until the end of time, the same boy who supposedly hated his best friend with the same passion as the other boy.

So instead he told the boy his inner turmoil.

“Near, I’m torn.” He took a deep breath. “I honestly don’t know what to say. A part of me wants to say yes, and another just want to shove you out of the room. Y’know, it’s been happening since Mello left; he asked me if I want to come but I said no, and I’m regretting it,” he paused, trying to explain the situation. “I’m torn between staying, or chasing Mello. Right now I’m staying, because if I go I can’t come back.”

The silver haired boy looked at him with an interest, nodding slowly.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to help. It’s okay if you go. No one’s going to blame you for anything.” he said softly.

Hearing that makes his heart ache. Does this boy realize he’s going to make a life changing decision? That his life is going to be different than the way it is now? If he say yes, maybe he’ll live longer, but if he say no and went chasing Mello instead then it’s more likely he’s signing his death wish.

“Perhaps, the recent happenings have a great impact on us. Honestly my life’s been turned inside out right now. Just like yours, and Mello’s. L’s death shook us harder than I thought.” He said.

Okay, so the genius read his mind this time. That little brat. But he’s not going to fall for his trap, no, he’s…

“I know. And I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, sorry.”

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Did he just say that?

“I understand. You’re confused, that’s all.”

Why did that damned kid always reads his mind?

“Ma–“

“Shut up, please. I’ll help you.” He said in an annoyed voice.

That’s it. The final decision has been chosen. He felt half guilty, half excited, and fully relieved. At least his mind’s been lifted off from those stupid doubts. Things happen for a reason, and why did he stay? Simple, he didn’t want to join Mello. Maybe there’s some other reasons behind it, but he’s not going to find out in short time, won’t he?

Near’s eyes widen in pleasure and he nodded quickly. But before the boy left he just had to do something he had always wanted since a long time.

“Starting tomorrow?” he smirked, standing up and backing away slightly from the younger boy.

Near nodded, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. He turned and left the room silently.

Matt chuckled after the door closed, maybe things happen for a reason after all.

I wonder if that’s his first kiss…

Kings and Queens

2010-01-01T06:57:00.000-08:00

Title: Kings and Queens
Author: Tian-san
Pairings: None. But perhaps one sided Mello/Near if you’d like.
Genre: Fantasy, Friendship
Rating: K+
Summary: In his dreams, he could be anything he wants.
A/N: Written while listening to ‘Kings and Queens’ by 30 Seconds to Mars, hence the title.

Kings and Queens

Near liked history. He liked reading about the greatness of a kingdom. Great wars that took lives of hundred thousands of people. A civilization that grew into great nations. The grace of a king, or emperor amazed him. Ruling a land of their own with their rules, where they can do anything. And yet they don’t have to listen to what others think, because they’re the leader and their words are final.

Even though it sounds a bit unfair, but that’s what Near wanted. A life where he could live by his own rules, without having to follow other’s life. He wanted to be his own person, not striving to be a single letter. But he’s unsure if he’s capable to do that.

He dreamed of ruling a world of his own, where people will play by his rules. He always hoped he could ignore the crude remarks others gave. He hoped he could have the same confidence as the great kings in history books. But he couldn’t. For some reason, he’d hide away from others to avoid them.

He liked to act out his fantasy with his toys. He’ll be King Near, the great king known by people all over the world. The great justice, the one with the upper hand. The king who is known for his good heart and bravery. And everyone loves him.

King Near is loved and praised by many, but Near is shun away by others. He wished he could fit in, be normal. Just once, is it that hard to ask? But foremost, he wished his ‘rival’ would stop hating him.

He admired the other boy. His confidence, his bravery. The way he strutted into the room with pure confidence showing on his face. His blond hair shined under the sun, shining like the crown kings wear. Everyone was terrified of him, but secretly they also admired him. His passion in working hard to be number one is truly deserves praise. But the boy would never accept a compliment from him.

He often imagined Mello as his queen. Maybe it’s because Mello was beautiful in his eyes. Almost as pretty as his mother. But he never told anyone, in fear that the fact would reach Mello’s ear and he’d get mad.

Every time Mello came to his room, either to yell at him or threaten him, he often imagined another scene playing before him in his mind. Where Mello would come to his quarters, telling him his enemies were at the outskirts of town, preparing to invade. And he’d order his soldiers to defend the castle, while joining the battle when he feels it’s necessary. Mello would give him advice in war strategies. And they would celebrate together after their enemies are perished.

But he’s not King Near and Mello’s not Queen Mello. They’re just Near and Mello, number one and number two in line for the great detective L’s successor. They’re just a couple of children groomed to take over when the great L failed. Like princes who takes over the throne after the death of their fathers, the kings.

Maybe if he become L, he could do it with Mello. Working together, side by side. With him doing the thinking and Mello taking actions. It’s not exactly like the kings and queens, but it’s close. Then maybe they’d let themselves free from this childish rivalry. And maybe Mello would let go of his hatred that’s completely made up.

And perhaps, they could be friends. After all it’s just a dream, a childish one. In where they could be anything they want, do anything they want. Including being kings and queens of Wammy’s House and ruling with their own rules.

But in the end, it’s all just a dream. A dream so far out of reach it’ll never come true.

Twenty

2009-12-13T04:51:00.000-08:00

Title: Twenty
Summary: Twenty years of Mello's life. And he began to realize there was more to his life than just him getting what he wants.
AN: Happy birthday Mello! And for the first time, my very own MattNear story! Okay, it's only friendship, but heh, at least they interact. And slight MelloNear if you prefer. Introducing OCs Shore and Arc.

December 1st 2009

The blond teenager sighed heavily. His new apartment in Tokyo was nothing but decent. The lights were dim, the wallpapers were peeling, the carpets were soggy, and the ceiling has holes in it. It was nothing compared to the mafia headquarters that he blew up months ago, but it’s the only thing he has.

Right now he was waiting for Matt to come, bringing his belongings along. And that son of a bitch took a long time too. Five hours has passed, and he still didn’t show up. The last thing he heard from him was the plane got delayed. And he was worried if somehow Matt’s been captured, or worse, killed.

So he took out his cell phone and began dialing a number he remembered. The number to a person that got him in the mafia. His old comrade, Shore.

Shore was raised in Whammy’s House, just like him. But he was younger. When he was young the boy looked up to him, as he was one of the most respectable children in the orphanage. He remembered sticking up to the kid when he was bullied, so it was natural that Shore felt grateful.

He wasn’t in the top three, but his charm was useful at times. He recommended him to Ross, telling him if he could gain respect from the older man he’d be a nice pawn to use.

And he was asking for favor again to the younger boy. Perhaps he could help him with this one. Getting help these days were difficult.

“Hello? Who is this?” an accented voice called out.

“Shore. It’s me, M.”

“Mello? How the fuck did you survived from that explosion?”

“Long story. Listen, could you help me out? I’m in Japan.”

“Sure thing. Anything for you Mells.”

He hung up the phone. That kid still respects him. And one day he was going to pay his respects, just like now.

***

On the other side of the line, Shore was nervous. Mello had called him and probably it was something related to the Kira case. In other words, he’s going to sign his death wish.

“Shore? Who called?”

Arc, or A, as she preferred to be called with, was his friend during the Whammy years. She stayed with him through ups and downs, and it was no surprise to everyone else that they became lovers. Only sometimes she gets pissed off and made him sleep on the couch.

“’S nothing. Go back to sleep, I kept you awake last night.”

Unfortunately, she was being stubborn about it again. Coming out from the room, wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, she strode across the room and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“C’mon. Who called?”

“Mello.” He answered simply.

Her hazel eyes widen in disbelief as she released her grip on his neck. She let it slid down her sides as her gaze shifted down.

“I thought he was dead.” She murmured.

He shook his head and carefully placed a hand on her shoulder. She had a hatred to the blond, since he liked bossing her boyfriend around. And she strongly disliked it when anyone forced him to do something he didn’t want.

“I thought we could live a happy life, like any normal family would. I thought we’d get married and have kids. I thought we could be together.” She hissed the last word as she slapped his hand away.

“A, it doesn’t change anything. We could still be happy, we could-“

“But it does! He’s going to take you away from me, he’s going to be the reason to your death. Oh Sam. Since when’d you become this blind?”

Shore flinched at the use of his name. But said nothing. Instead he fiddles with his thumb in his lap.

“He needs me. He needs us. He wants us to help him catch Kira, and bring him to justice,”

“But he can accomplish that by working with Near! It’s his stupid pride that gets in the way.”

A sighed and leaned to her seat, shifting to bury her head in it. He heard muffled sobs, and felt guilty. He leaned closer and stroked her flaming red hair with his hand.

“I won’t join in his plans directly. I won’t take any chances of getting killed.”

He heard a small voice said “Promise?” and he chuckled as he pulled the girl closer to him.

December 7th 2009

Mello tapped furiously on the table. Boredom was eating him alive. He sent Matt out to keep a close eye on Misa Amane again. And Shore still hasn’t arrived yet. He didn’t get any info on Kira, but he might if he called Lidner…

The chance is she won’t tell him anything. And they were miles, and miles apart, so threatening to shoot her was crossed out. But maybe, with a little small talk, and a bit of flattery might help him.

He smirked as he flipped his cell open and dialed her number.

“Lidner speaking.”

He smiled. Time to put his plan in action.

“Halle. How are you?”

***

Unbeknownst to him, Near was in the room. Halle had offered to stay in the HQ to keep an eye on the albino, since Rester was out. A buzz from her phone woke her up from her daydream, and now Near was looking at her with wide eyes.

“Agent Lidner, please answer your phone.”

She did what she was told and pressed the small green button.

“Lidner speaking.”

“Halle. How are you?” a smooth voice called out.

She mouthed Mello to Near and he nodded. Standing up, he grabbed one of the headsets and placed it around his head.

So he’s going to listen to our conversation, Halle thought.

“Mello. I didn’t expect you to call.”

A chuckle. “I missed you. Can I expect a warmer greeting?”

He missed me? Halle shook her head and focused.

“Well, let’s just cut to the point. What do you want?”

“We both know what I want.”

Information, she answered silently. She looked at Near square in the eye, asking for permission to reveal what she knows. He turned away and twirled a lock of ivory hair. She took this as an affirmative.

“We’re heading to Japan. Near suspects Kira is there.”

“How? With Kiyomi Takada chosen as Kira’s spokesperson?”

“Yes. And the majority of the criminals killed are in Japan.”

“I see.”

He said nothing more. Near nodded in understanding. His lips curved to form a small smile. Halle could see the gears in his head turning.

Suddenly he said, “Ask him how he is doing.”

She nodded and followed the order.

“And how is your investigation doing?”

She heard silence from the other line. As if Mello needs time to think.

“It’s fine.” He said with a cold tone

“And yourself?”

“I’m fine. Goddamn it, woman, can you mind your own business?”

Near’s eyes lit up in humor as he mouthed to her to end the call.

“Well I must be going. Near’s keeping us work overtime.”

“Sure. Bye.”

And he hung up without any hesitance.

Near stood up and sat down once more on the floor. She watched him as he placed his Lego toys in order.

“It seems that my rival is receiving a dead end. And I presume he is in Japan.”

She could only nod in response.

December 13th 2009

Snow was falling outside on the Tokyo streets. Mello shift uncomfortably in his seat as he pulled a knee to his chest. Matt sat across him, in his hand a lit cigarette. He held it to his lips occasionally.

Twenty. He’s twenty now and he felt like nothing changed.

Maybe he looked older. With some frowns creasing and he didn’t want that. Maybe he’s smarter now, wiser. Though he doubt he’ll be able to outsmart Near, seeing the kid was a natural born genius.

He was bored again, keeping track on the screen was a strain to his eyes. And the lighting in the room was not helping either. How could Matt stand hours in front of that plasma screen was a mystery to him. But then again, he didn’t know much about the third rank Whammy child.

“Hey Mello, why don’t you train Shore? He’s gonna need survival skills if he wants to stay alive like you.”

He gazed at the younger boy lazily. But he was right, Shore can’t even fight when he’s pressured, how was he supposed to stay alive protecting Mello?

So he went out and trained the dark haired boy. Hard.

***

Night has fallen and Mello came home exhausted. The kid was a hell to train. Sometimes he felt like he can’t restrain himself from hitting the younger boy. But it was hard, him being a pussy about it.

He grumbled as he made his way to the kitchen to find some chocolate. The first thing he saw was Matt, eating his chocolate. Rage was building up inside him and he stomped his way to the brunet.

Matt laughed and took a step back, aware of Mello’s anger towards him. But hey, he was the birthday boy, and he needs to chill off sometimes.

“C’mon Mells. It’s nothing, really. Don’t get mad at me.”

The blond keeps throwing him dirty looks.

“Besides, you’re twenty now! Not ten. Grow up.”

A look in Mello’s eyes told him he should run now. If he values his life.

“Don’t tell me what to do, you fucking bastard.”

This time, Matt did run for his life.

***

After giving Matt a nice beating, he sat comfortably in his couch. Matt had an ice of bag on his head, after being pounced by Mello. He sat across the blond; his feet perched on the coffee table.

The doorbell rang and he glared at Matt, gesturing him to open the door. Matt shuffled his feet lazily as he searched his pocket for his Nintendo DS.

“Oi Mello, looks like you got gifts.”

Mello lifted an eyebrow and walked over to where Matt was. In his hands, besides his DS, were two nicely wrapped gifts. And a small letter which on front was written, with neat, curvy handwriting, ‘to M’. He opened the envelope, and read a piece of paper, written with the same handwriting.

‘Mello. Happy 20th birthday. N.’

He blinked. It doesn’t take him two seconds to figure out it was Near. And the fact that he still remembered his birthday is touching.

“Mello? Are you going to open it or not?”

He nodded and took the boxes from Matt’s hands.

Later he slept with a new rosary hanging on his neck, and holding a puzzle piece with an ‘N’ written on it.

December 19th 2009

After the move Near felt there was a need to tighten the security of the HQ. So a new system was used, courtesy of Rester’s ‘connections’. Simply one of the best in the world. It was foolproof, designed so no one could get in without permission.

So it amazed him when Matt entered, walking confidently to the work room. How the brunet could hack the system was out of his mind.

Another bigger question: how did Matt know where he is?

“Hey Near.” The older boy said, smiling as he stood in front of him.

He refused to look up, no matter how much he wants to. There was something he was looking for, and Near’s not going to give it to him.

A sound of rubber slapping against skin made him realize Matt was pulling his goggles off. A rarity to him. He never let anyone see his sky blue eyes, not even Mello. He once told Near that he was the first to know the color of his eyes, six years ago, back when they were at Whammy’s.

Matt was one of the kids who tried to befriend him. Tried, as the keyword. But Near began to feel an attachment to the brunet. And so he felt hurt when Matt stopped visiting his room in the afternoon. He missed his loud chatters, the sound of his Gameboy beeping. He used to come and talk to him about everything, and he’d listen as he finished his puzzle.

Matt helped him the first time he tried the L puzzle.

It was hard. And the rain pounded on the glass windows so hard he could barely concentrate. It was one of the afternoons when Matt decided to hang with him. Thunder struck, and he froze.

Matt noticed the absence of the clacking pieces of the puzzle. And crawled closer to him and helped him finish it. It took them a few tries, but in the end it was finished.

Now the L puzzle was long forgotten in the corner of his room and so was their friendship.

“Near. Look at me.”

He reluctantly lifted his gaze to meet his. Blue meets gray. Matt smiled an honest smile.

“Good. Now I’m not here just for chit chat. I want to talk to you about Mello.”

Near’s gaze grew cold. “What about him?”

“Can you help him out, or anything? I’m worried about him. He goes on a rant about something, then calms down and passed out. I think he’s pretty stressed about this thing.”

Near watched the older boy closely. Observing his eyes, and the emotions pooling up inside. Then he turned away.

“There’s nothing I can do Matt.”

This obviously struck a chord to the older boy. His cornflower eyes changed to ice blue. He narrowed his gaze and stared at the albino intensely.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, even if there was something I could do, he wouldn’t accept it. It’ll hurt his pride to accept help from me.”

Matt snorted, and crouched so he’s on the same level as the boy is.

“That’s bullshit. He accepted your gifts. He still wears that damn rosary you gave. Sometimes he held that puzzle piece in comfort.”

He paused, as if to find words to say.

“The Near I knew wouldn’t be so pessimistic about it.”

Near startled. Who the hell did he think he is?

“Matt. You don’t know me.”

“I know you. I know the real you. The one’s hidden under that emotionless face.”

To be told, Matt thinks Near is beautiful. He’s far too perfect to be human. Soft, weak, like a porcelain doll. So it surprised him when he hears the young boy laughs, or cried. Showing that he was human after all. But he always treated the younger boy like he was fragile, every little things he said or does, he did it carefully. As he didn’t want to hurt him. But he didn’t know, under that mask Near was already broken as it is. He’s broken when Matt avoids him. It’s a shame Matt doesn’t see it that way.

And Matt didn’t even know why he did it. Perhaps as a result of spending time with the young boy he began to feel attached. And he never feels attached to anything, not even his games. Or perhaps it was him, feeling he was too outgoing for his own good. Afraid to hurt him through his words, or gestures.

Although it stung when the younger boy said he didn’t know him. Because he knows and Near’s the one that locked himself away under that façade.

He took a deep breath and placed both hands on the boy’s shoulder.

“Near. Look at me. Do you consider me as your friend?”

Near was caught off guard with that question. It’s like everything’s falling apart and coming to this. And he failed to predict this coming. He wanted to say yes so bad, but the word never left his lips. It lingered like the scent of summer in the air when the first leaves of autumn fell.

“…No.”

Matt stood away, eyes showing hurt in them. He truly felt hurt by his response. And he was beginning to understand why Mello hates him so much.

“You, you’re a coward. You lied.”

Near stared at the cold glossy floor, that reflected his reflection. And what did he see? A boy with no hopes and dreams. Pathetic.

“You lied Near. You never lied to me before…” he trailed off.

Silence fell. And it grew as Matt left the room silently. Now Near was alone once more. But he felt lonelier than he ever was.

December 25th 2009

Christmas. And Mello spent his time moping. The day didn’t hold the same warmth it did before.

When he was at Whammy’s he felt happy, spending time with people he knew and loved. He didn’t hit anyone, not even Near. And all they had was each other.

But now he was alone. Except for Matt and Shore. But he was still lonely. He sat on the chair, his cheeks sticking to the window pane. Christmas has never been this worse. His fingers unconsciously found their way to the rosary, fiddling it gently. A gift from Near, he smiled sadly. He took a deep breath, maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

Matt watched the older boy sunk into the wave of melancholy. He too felt under the weather. After the encounter with Near he did nothing but stare blankly at the screen.

Shore, on the other hand was fidgeting visibly. A must hate Mello more now, that he forced him to work during the holidays. He was disappointed too. He thought about a nice romantic dinner for the two of them, and maybe a warm cuddling session in front of the fire. But no, someone had to made him stay, freezing his ass off. He was feeling more disrespectful to the scarred blond.

“Go.” Shore lifted his head to see Matt talking to him. It’s hard to know when he’s talking to you, seeing as his eyes were covered behind his orange tinted goggles and bangs.

“You got a girlfriend right? I’ll cover for ya.”

He nodded and quickly gathered his things. Casting a quick glance at Mello, who was now lost in his thoughts, he closed the door and left. A will be pleased to see him.

Matt watched the long haired boy left. Then he grabbed his pack of cigars on the bedside table and lit it, while watching Mello’s reaction.

Mello noticed the scent of smoke in the air, and was furious when he saw Matt lighting his cancer stick.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Smoking. I’m stressed Mells. I need a break.”

“Oh yeah? Don’t you know I feel the same way, and I don’t cry about it.”

Matt sighed and looked around.

“Mello, I missed Whammy’s.”

Mello nodded and returned his gaze to the snow. It reminds him of Near, of Whammy grounds, of the snowball fights he had with the boys. It reminds him of innocence.

So he stood up, and stalked off to where Matt was slouching. And hugged him. A warm hug, that reminds him of the hugs kids in Whammy’s House used to give. And Matt hugged back. Because he knew they both need this more than anything. Just an old apartment, and the two of them. What do they really have beside each other?

Outside, a tall man with dark hair pulled something out from his suit and placed it carefully on Mello and Matt’s doorstep. He didn’t know why his boss would spend money on people who obviously didn’t care about him, but he didn’t dare to question his generosity.

That night two presents with silver wrapping, and a card that said ‘N’ were opened by two souls who finally let go of their worries for the night.

December 31st 2009/ January 1st 2009

Mello was woken up by the sound of his phone ringing. He picked it up quickly, not wanting to disturb his friend, who was snoring loudly on the couch across him.

He checked the caller ID first.

Unknown number, could this be…

“Mello.”

“Lidner. Nice surprise. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

They rarely made contact anymore, and Mello knows it’s because she’s been hired as Takada’s bodyguard. A job that was risky, seeing how this means Near’s letting himself known to his enemies.

“We’re planning to take Misa Amane and Kanzo Mogi hostage.”

He nodded. He knows it’s useless, because the Japanese girl seemed too innocent to be the Second Kira. He and Matt had previously come to the conclusion she let go her ownership of the death note.

“Okay. Is there anything else?”

“Near says happy new year. Tell that to Matt too. And he says he’s sorry, to Matt again.”

Sorry? Since when Near’s been sorry for anything? And apologizing to Matt? What for? There’s a lot of questions he’s going to ask when the brunet wakes up.

And why does Near letting him tell his apology to Matt? Is this some kind of a screw up to mess with his mind so he could forget the Kira case for a while?

“Did he tell why?”

“Matt visited HQ almost two weeks ago. I don’t know what they’re talking about but perhaps they had a disagreement. Near looked more depressed recently, and I’m guessing it’s because of him.”

He glanced at the sleeping figure in striped shirt and jeans across him. His suspicions are getting stronger, and stronger.

“Okay. I’ll tell Matt about it, just because he’s depressed too. But that son of a bitch better not be crossing me.”

“I’m sure he won’t Mello. Goodbye.”

He slammed the phone. Anger rose inside him. He decided to find some other things to do. So as he went out and looked around, to find Shore was missing, was another point to his now furious state.

***

“Hey, don’t do that! You’ll ruin the cake!”

A giggled as she licked her cream-filled fingers happily, scooting away from Shore who was now glaring at her.

“That’s what you get for coming home late on Christmas.” She smirked, stood up and went to the fireplace, sitting cross-legged in front of it.

Shore eyed his girlfriend annoyingly. She could be pretty silly sometimes.

“Sit down! I got you some new pack of cards.”

His emerald eyes flashed with excitement as he quickly placed himself near the redhead. He loved cards. He held a certain fixation towards them. Often he found himself making castles from them, or shuffling them when he’s nervous. When he’s angry, however, he’d burn them. Seeing the face of kings and queens burn strangely feels comforting. He shuffled the deck and began placing them on the floor.

A stared at him lazily, fingers often played with the cards he hasn’t touched. Shore didn’t know what she’s thinking, but he hoped it’s nothing serious.

Voices echoed from outside. They both turned their heads to see people counting down to New Year.

’Ten,’

‘Nine,’

They stood up and held hands, counting along in whispers.

‘Eight,’

***

‘Seven,’

“Mells! They’re on seven now! Six!” Matt chirped happily. Hearing an apology from Near, via Mello made his day. The frown on his face was turned upside down. And Mello didn’t question him on anything, although he might the next day.

‘Five’

“Five!” he said, blue eyes lighting up. Mello didn’t look as happy as he was. Instead he stared off to nowhere, sitting on the floor with a chocolate bar in his hands.

‘Four’

“Four!”

Matt can’t help but wonder what Near is doing now.

***

“Three,” The teenager said calmly. The SPK members chorused along in the same leveled voice, an undertone to their excitement.

Misa Amane was taken without any problems. Mogi had cooperated with them, and they appreciated the man for it. But now the hostages were the least of their problems as they counted seconds to midnight.

“Two,”

“One.”

***

The whole world celebrated the coming of 2010. And they embraced the year of Kira.

Life would never be the same after this.

January 24th 2010

Weeks had passed since Mello and Halle’s last conversation. Many things were left unsaid or forgotten from Mello’s mind. But he didn’t care. He was getting closer to solving the Kira case.

Matt went out to buy some cigars and chocolates for Mello. And Shore was taking over his job for today. Mello had planned for the boy to take over the case if something happens to him and Matt, and the three of them knew the young boy was technically second in command. So the blond prepared him, and his plans to work.

A ring from the telephone snapped him back to focus. He sat up, intending to answer it, but Shore had picked it up instead.

“Mello. It’s me again.” A familiar female voice called out.

Shore lifted his eyebrow and handed the telephone to Mello, who was standing beside him.

“Mello?”

“Lidner. Is there something you’d like to say?”

“Near’s planning to meet with L to, discuss something regarding the Kira case.”

Discuss. As in, meeting? Near’s going to strike and he had to do something about it before it’s too late. Before the boy catches up with him and captures Kira first.

“Why the sudden change?”

“We got a hold of the notebook from one of the people Near suspected as X-Kira. One of our members are making a copy of it as we speak.”

A copy… interesting, he thought to himself. Shore glanced at him from his work.

“Did you see any shinigami?”

“For unknown reasons, no.”

His head began to think of the reasons why. Maybe the shinigami was hiding? Or was it loyal to its previous owner? Or maybe the notebook; was it fake?

The previous reasons didn’t make any sense to him. So the last option was sure to be it. Shit. Didn’t Near think of that?

“When will the meeting occur?”

“Perhaps he’s going to set it on the 28th. I don’t know when exactly, he hasn’t said anything. All I know he’s going to let X-Kira write our names on the notebook, the altered one of course. And the one whose name is not written is Kira.”

A click. He found some light to this problem.

“He’s going to make him write your names in the notebook…”

“Yes…”

He sighed and took a deep breath. It was now or never.

“Well then. I guess I have to do it.”

Silence resounded. Mello put down the receiver gently before staring down to the floor.

“Shore, I’ll need you to do something for me. But call Matt first, I don’t want to tell this twice.”

Shore nodded, although inside he was beginning to feel scared.

January 25th 2009

After going through the list of possible things he’s going to do Mello finally made a decision. He’s going to capture Kira’s spokesperson, Takada, and make her spill the beans to him about the whereabouts of X-Kira and the identity of Kira himself. Of course doing such thing would be considered suicide.

Matt had decided to help, saying that “car chases are fun” with a wide grin on his face. And yes, he’s being serious about it.

Shore was ordered to stay in the apartment and keep an eye on the news. In case both M goes down in flames, he’s going to take over.

Despite everything, all three of them prepared themselves. This was probably their last day. And there was a million things they haven’t done and another million they wish they had or hadn’t done.

All three of them were now sitting in circle in the kitchen. Matt smoking his cigarettes while thumbs pressing buttons on his Gameboy, Shore shuffling his card nervously while glancing at the clock every twenty minutes, and Mello chomping off his third chocolate bar.

Matt grew bored of his game and turned it off. Pocketing it in the pocket of his jeans he turned to Mello and asked him permission to go off and see Near. Mello grumbled in response and Matt left happily. Shore looked at him, trying to get off the hook like Matt did, but Mello snapped at him.

“You’re assigned to take over and suddenly you can do anything? Do I need to remind you who’s boss?”

Shore smiled sheepishly and returned to shuffling his cards.

***

“Near, you have a visitor.”

Near didn’t bother to look at Rester. Instead he turned his head to one of the surveillance screen, showing a figure of a brunet wearing goggles and a fur vest over his striped shirt.

“Let him in.”

Matt walked in with an air of confidence. He felt happy, truly happy that he was going to see Near again. Although it was for goodbyes, at least he gets to see his friend once more.

The first thing he saw was Near curled up into a ball, eyes closed, in the middle of a toy oasis. He chuckled and crouched, hovering above the small albino.

“Psst, Near.”

Near opened his eye and found himself staring at Matt’s blue eyes. He sat up and twirled a lock of his hair.

“What are you doing here?”

Matt smiled and sat down, legs stretched out.

“I just want to talk.”

Near was silent. After a few moments Matt breaks out.

“Why’d you do that?”

He gestured to Near’s hand that was now softly grasping a lock of ivory hair.

“I suppose it is comforting.” Near said calmly.

Matt then lifted his hand up and patted Near’s head lightly. His hair was soft, fluffy, and white. He could’ve sworn he was touching a lamb’s fur right now. He ran his hand through his hair, and his other hand grasped Near’s hand gently, pulling it away.

“Hey, do you know anything about Mello right now?”

Near shook his head, and leaned to his touch.

“He’s going to plan something tomorrow. Something big.”

“Like what?” Near murmured.

Matt grinned and leaned in closer and whispered to his ear.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Near narrowed his eyes at the brunet, whose grin was still etched on his face. He pulled away and turned his back on him, opting to play with his finger puppets instead.

Matt’s grin turned into a frown as he saw the boy pulling away from him. He scooted closer until he was sitting behind the albino, who was now playing with his finger puppets. Noticing the absence of his figure, he frowned deeper.

“Why don’t I have a finger puppet?”

Near’s lips curved into a small smile. Of course, hidden from Matt.

“Because I don’t think you’ll look pretty along with the rest of them.”

“Pretty? I’m handsome! Even more than Mello. Everyone says so.”

“But you’re too special for that.”

Matt chuckled as he positioned himself beside Near.

“Anyways, thanks for everything. It means a lot to me.”

Near turned and stared at him, grey eyes widen in confusion.

“What makes you say that?”

Matt smiled sadly as he stood up and turned away. Stepping towards the door, he turned to see Near still staring at him incredulously.

“You’ll remember me, right?” he asked softly as he lit a cigarette and held it to his lips.

Near didn’t approve of Matt smoking, but the scent of it was the last thing he remembered from Matt before the older boy left the room.

***

Shore had passed out, hands on the counter and his head resting on them. And Matt still hasn’t come back. Mello looked at the clock, ticking. Every second passed he seemed to feel more and more anxious.

Matt… and Near. They were friends and he never noticed. He just realized how much Near meant to Matt if he was the first person Matt wanted to see before his suicide attempt. And now he was taking him away.

He felt guilty. He felt it was unfair. That he had to sacrifice his life, and brought down his fellow comrade along with him, while Near can just sit back and watch it all falls apart. He felt a pang of regret, hoping he was back to when he was that angry fourteen year old and to just shut up and accept Near’s offer to work together as L.

But he’s twenty now and it’s been years. Near probably would look down upon him. L would probably think he’s a coward.

So he grabbed a piece of paper and pen, and began writing his last words. Praying that Shore would get the clue and hand this note to whom it may concerns.

January 26th 2010

Mello could feel his stomach doing flips inside them. He was only three blocks away from the NHN building, waiting for Takada to arrive and Matt to create a distraction. His heart pounded loudly in his chest, and he’s not going to back out any longer. They went this far and there’s nothing else to lose.

So when he saw a puff of smoke coming out from the building’s parking lot he sped up and prayed to God he’d succeed.

Halle Lidner was scared. If something happens to Takada who knows what Kira might do to her. And the fact that she knew the perpetrator, and he was close to Near and Mello was not helping. If anything, when he’d get caught it’ll be traced back to those two. Right now she was assisting Takada back to the building.

“Don’t do it.” She turned around.

A man, in leather, with a scar visible on the left side of his face. He looked very determined.

“Take a look around. It’s not safer in here. Not even inside.”

Mello.

Mello.

Near’s going to be so pissed off about this.

“It’s best if you get away from here right now. Miss Takada, get on! Now!”

She could see where this is heading, and she decided to go along with his plans.

“It’s okay. You’ll be safe with him. Please, you have to go.”

Takada went to Mello’s side and hopped on the motorcycle.

I hope they’re not doing anything drastic, she thought.

She pulled out her cell phone and warned the rest of the guards.

“Team A and team B! Stay on that bike’s tail and don’t lose sight of them. And for the rest of you, I need you to find that assailant.”

***

Mello drove off, with Takada clutching his waist close, as if not wanting to fall off. The cars were on their sides, and he took a turn left to a small alley. They lost sight of them.

He fumbled with something before letting out a chain and chained her with him.

“Wh- what are you doing?” she shrieked.

He smirked. That should hold her for a while.

***

Matt could feel the tension building up inside him. And he blamed himself for feeling nervous. But he had to admit, the chase is thrilling. There’s no way they’re going to catch up with him.
He took a sharp turn and felt disappointed to see those black cars followed suit.

Damn it, how am I going to lose them? He thought to himself.

A dozen of cars parked before him and he knew he faced a dead end. He hit the brakes and the car did a nice turn before stopping. He mentally congratulated himself.

“Oh well. Time to let out my smoke gun again,” he said in a bored tone.

Men in black suits came out from those cars. All were holding a gun, facing him. threatening to shoot.

So this car got ahead of me. How many damn bodyguards does one woman need anyway? He thought irritably.

He stopped the car, breathing in the smoke slowly, before coming out.

“Hey, come on, give me a break!” he yelled out to them.

“Since when have Japanese been able to carry such big guns?”

They didn’t look amused. But he grinned lightly.

“You got me. I’m part of this whole kidnapping incident. That means you got a lot of questions to ask.”

From the corner of his eyes he could see some pulling the trigger.

Well, sayonara life. It was fun while it lasted.

“You won’t shoot-“

His sentence was cut short as bullets went by. Hitting his arm, chest, legs. He felt numb, as if he can’t move. Nor can he scream, although he wants to. Some missed and hit his red car instead, putting holes in them.

One hit his eye and all he thought before passing out was he should thank Mello for this excitement he hadn’t felt in years, if he does survive.

The cigar in his mouth fell, coating a stain of ash on his vest.

Mail Jeevas has fallen.

***

Near watched the incident on TV. After receiving confirmation from Lidner that this is Mello’s doing, he was horrified. For the first time he truly felt scared.

Right now they were showing a red Chevy car, being chased by three black sedans. Knowing Matt was inside the former, he hoped the brunet won’t do anything stupid.

A barricade. Matt was facing a barricade right now and he went out of the car?

Near gripped his Optimus Prime tightly. Knuckles beginning to whiten as he did so.

“Don’t come out you idiot, you’re supposed to stay inside.” He whispered furiously.

Gevanni and Rester sat in their chairs, all were holding their breaths. Waiting for any moves from Takada’s bodyguards or Matt.

“Hey, come on, give me a break. Since when have Japanese been able to carry such big guns?”

Matt. Always the optimist. Near shook his head in disagreement as he gripped the toy harder.

“You got me. I’m part of this whole kidnapping incident. That means you got a lot of questions to ask.”

Matt grinned wider before continuing. And Near felt his heart skipped a beat.

“You won’t shoot-“

Too late. Shots were coming out at him. And he fell, like the toy soldiers that Near ‘killed’ during his playtimes.

Gevanni let out a sigh and Rester held his breath once more. Near however, fell silent. His head bowed down, messy curls of his hair covering his face.

Matt, is this what you mean?

***

Shore let out a sigh. Mello did it. He took Takada away, and now all he has to do was sit and wait for any orders the blond has to give.

But a car chase took his attention. Matt. He turned the volume louder, wanting to concentrate on what’s happening, when his cellphone rang. He flipped it open, and was greeted by an angry voice.

“Shore!”

A. She must be watching the news right now. And she thought he was inside that car!

“Arc, sweetie, I’m fine.”

“Don’t tell me you’re fine, I know you’re fine, but what about Matt?!”

He gulped. She was freaking out. And now she was yelling at him like she never did before.

“He’s, he’s going to be fine.”

“Shit. Shore, if Mello’s going to make you do something that’s almost close to suicide, I’m going to kill you.”

“A, you don’t have to-“

A gunshot. Matt was dead. He could hear her holding her breath before spilling out in anger.

“I’d fucking kill that blond.”

He smiled in agony. At least something would go on just the way it was.

***

After threatening Takada to take off her clothes, Mello changed into a disguise too.

Not wanting to be recognized by L, or any of the Japanese police, he was dressed as a delivery man. A cap worn above his head, and his blond hair covering half of his face.

He put the box full of clothes away and stepped back to his truck. Glancing at the backseat Takada was still crying. Sheesh, woman.

He turned on the portable TV to find they were showing a caption of a bullet-ridden car and a bloody corpse of a man wearing striped shirt.

He felt his heart broke. He killed Matt. He wasn’t supposed to die; it was supposed to be him!

Matt, I’m sorry. I never wanted you to get killed, he thought bitterly.

And now that he thought of it, there were more things he felt sorry about.

He was sorry he killed Matt.

He was sorry he hurt Roger.

He was sorry he refused Near’s friendly attempts to make peace with him.

He was sorry he killed his mafia members.

He was sorry he didn’t have a chance to kill Kira.

He was sorry he let L down.

And now he felt remorse for all his sins, and he felt bad. He was a sinner, and he begged to God that He’d forgive him.

He pulled the rosary close to him and prayed silently.

And Mihael Keehl watched twenty years of his life passed him by, as he felt his heart stopped beating.

Aftermath – January 26th 2011.

Shore wasn’t a religious person, but he thanked God that A still accepted him with open arms. Although there was nothing wrong really, but he thought she was far too traumatized with Mello’s actions, that she was afraid he’s going to be taken away from her again.

Mello. Mihael Keehl. Hearing his real name from Near made him feel sad at times. The boy who had bravely stood up for him from those bullies when he was seven was gone.

And he left him his trust, and he’s not going to fail him. He never did.

On January 28th he found a note, written to Near by Mello, presumably a day before the abduction. And he knew Mello wanted him to give it to Near, so he did. The look on the new L’s face was fresh on his mind. Surprise and sorrow was etched on his usually blank face.

Perhaps knowing Mello expressed an apology made the young genius to be so out of character, but the angry blond was the same.

But Samuel shook his head off the thoughts as his beautiful fiancée enters the room, holding two cups of hot chocolate.

***

Near visited the cemetery often these days. It was the only thing he could do to show gratitude to his former rival and his friend.

Kira was dead. Light Yagami has been killed, by his own shinigami who wrote his name in the notebook a year ago. And the world began to turn to normal once more.

Near was now taking over as L. And he still felt like he didn’t deserve it. He always see that it was supposed to be him and Mello. But now it’s only half of it, and it’s all he had.

Back then he was certain he could make Mello give up his attempts in rivaling him and just accept him with open arms. Now he felt foolish for thinking of it.

Mello died, and his plans were a blow to Kira’s plans. And Near knew that Mello knew, he had worked with him after all.

Matt never deserved death. But he liked the thrill of being killed. He likes danger, and he faced danger and faced the consequences.

Near knows he wasn’t as brave as Matt, or strong willed as Mello, but he’d never admit it to anyone.

Instead he’d just sit in silence in front of their graves, contemplating his thoughts in peace.

He wonders what it’s like to be six feet under.

Illogical

2009-12-13T04:40:00.000-08:00

Title: Illogical
Summary: It's not his fault for thinking it's a complete failure. He blames everyone for it.

Illogical

Zach always believed falling in love with your best friend is the worst kind of love. It gets awkward, crossing the line between platonic and romantic. You can’t distinguish between love, and love. And when something goes wrong, not only the relationship was broken, but the friendship was in ruins too.

He remembered his parents, friends since they were young. They believed they were falling in love, and got married at eighteen. Though they had their ups and downs, they stick with each other. But one day, one fucking day they decided to split up. Why? His father met someone else, albeit older, but they had a lot in common, more than him and his wife slash best friend. After the affair was known, they kept their distance, not saying a word to each other, and one day he disappeared without leaving a note. And from that day on, his mother despised him.

From that day on he thinks love is stupid. Lovers are weak, giving into temptation of temporary pleasures and sweet lies. Love is manipulative, dangerous. He made a mental note not to easily fall into the seductive looks girls with pretty smiles gave him. But there’s more to that; he swore he would never fall in love with his best friend, whoever they are.

But now he felt like pulling his hair out, as he paced across the room struggling not to think of a way to kill Nate for gaining attention from his best friend, Victoria. Of course he did a fine job of acting like a supportive friend when she told him about her new found object of affection, but on the inside he felt his heart shattering to pieces. And he found out he loved her, in a romantic way, the same day.

It couldn’t be just being afraid of your best friend leaving you for another friend, if that were the case he’d kill every male who tried to befriend Victoria. And hell, she had loads of friends from the opposite sex. No, he was jealous. And he blamed himself for being stupid about it.

A knock on the door woke him up from his thoughts. He unlatched the front door and Victoria, smiling happily like she never did in years, entered.

“Zach my man! Guess what?” she said as she slung her arms around him.

He raised an eyebrow, gesturing her to continue.

“Nate; I told him how I felt and he said he likes me too!”

He made a mental note of the usage ‘like’ instead of ‘love’.

“How’d you tell him?”

She paused, trying to remember what she said hours ago. And she looked so adorable doing so, damn his hormones for doing this to him!

“You know I like to go to his room sometimes, right?”

He nodded, eyes focused on her expression.
“So he was busy staging this set, with dinosaurs and stuff. I grabbed the T-Rex and said ‘rawr!’ in front of him. He didn’t actually smile, but the corners of his lips twitched a bit so I pulled him and told him I like it better when he smiled. And he kinda gets speechless or something like that, so I told him I liked him.”

She said while a tinge of rose blushing her cheeks.

“And he said he likes me too! So we’re kinda going out right now. But we’re taking it slowly.”

He nodded in understanding.

“Well congratulations then. When’s the first date?” he asked, trying to at least be polite about it.

“Dunno. I’m a bit busy, and so is he. Oh, speaking of which I gotta go. Bye Zach!” she said in a rushed tone before giving him a peck on the cheeks and heading to the door right away.

She didn’t even tell him where she’s going.

He shuffled his feet to the couch, and lay uncomfortably. Closing his eyes as he listened to the fire cackling.

He hates this. From all people does it have to be her? Can’t he just go crazy about some girl he sees on TV?

He knew that she likes boys like Nate. Hard to read, simply mysterious. Slightly antisocial, but it didn’t really matter to her. A calm demeanor, something he usually failed to manage. And Nate was a natural born genius so that adds up another point.

But in contrast to him, Victoria was very emotional. She gets very sensitive about things, and loathes people who are better than her. She acts brashly, her emotions fueling her actions. Her ambition was to beat out her competitors. The only thing she had in common with Nate was they were both geniuses. Although she’s not as smart as he is, her charm could practically get her anything.

They were like perfect pieces to a puzzle, polar opposites that managed to attract, and he envied them. While Nate was quieter, she was rather loud. Nate obviously fails at social skills, but Victoria had that charm and looks – oh those devilish look – that could get her anywhere.

He wonders what their children would be like. A perfect, human being. Flawless.

And what does she left him? Nothing. He was sure right now he took a backseat in her list of priorities.

He hates Nate. He hates Victoria. He cursed his damn hormones. He hates his father, leaving his family for another woman. Leaving his best friend for a woman he had more in common with. He hates his mother, for telling him not to fall in love with someone he’s close to.

But more so, he hates himself.

Because he knew, even though how much he wants her to be his, they would never work out. One day, they would find someone else they find more interesting, and leave. Because he always knew best friends falling in love and being together happily ever after are just in movies, not in real life. Because he always thought those movies were illogical, making the characters seemingly unreal.

And because he knows the line between ‘best friends’ and ‘lovers’, and for him and Victoria it was drawn with a red marker.

And now he felt she was so out of reach. The mere thoughts of her liking him only a slight bit making him cringe. She was untouchable now, like a distant memory.

Perhaps he should avoid her. Maybe it’ll help him heal his aching heart.

AN: Nate is Near's real name. Just using it when I crossposted to LJ.

The Storm has Passed

2009-12-11T07:55:00.000-08:00

Yeah, I'm gonna post a list to my playlist during the whole semester thing. It really helps. A mix of pop punk, along with grunge - a bit angsty but I don't give a damn - and some light crunk really lifts your mood up. And guess what, listening to rock increases your enthusiasm, or something like that. And pop punk... it's just because. Crunk? Who doesn't want to dance their ass off sometimes? *grins*

Below each songs are parts of the lyrics, which I feel the need to include. Just showing that somehow I managed to memorize all of them during the process.

1. Five Minutes to Midnight - Boys Like Girls
'And when the clock strucks twelve will you find another boy to go and kiss and tell?'

2. August is Over - We the Kings
'Breathe in deep and say goodbye, the saddest song I'll ever write.'
'August is over, we're not the reason.'

3. The Good Life - Three Days Grace
'All I want is a little of the good life'

4. My Number One - Hayley Williams
'I wish I could tell you what I feel, and show what's inside of me is real'

5. Japanese Girl - Metro Station
'Don't say you love me 'cause you sound so vain.'

6. Poppin' Champagne - All Time Low
'You've got me poppin' champagne'
'Lately I've been wishing the television set would show me more than just a picture of the things I've gone to detest'

7. Action - Death Note III OST
(No lyrics. It's instrumental only.)

8. I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace
'Every time we lie awake, after every hit we take, every feeling that I get, but I haven't missed you yet.'

9. Starstrukk (Remix) - 3OH!3 feat. Katy Perry
'You know that talk is shit; just don't work on me,'

10. All I Wanted - Paramore
'And maybe then we'd remember to slow down on all of our favorite parts.'

11. Check Yes Juliet - We the Kings
'Check yes Juliet, kill the limbo, I'll keep tossing rocks at your window.'

12. Let it Die - Three Days Grace
'We had fire in our eyes; in the beginning I never felt so alive...'

13. Heartbeat - Stereo Skyline
'So baby keep my heart beat, b-beat, beat, beating.'
'For every grain of sand that you drew me pictures in, there was one for every time did my, my heart dropped again.'

14. Break - Three Days Grace
'Tonight, I stopped the fire. Tonight I break away.'

15. Untouched - The Veronicas
'And you and I are meant to be so even if the world falls down today you've still got me to hold you up up and I will never let you down.'

16. Starstrukk - 3OH!3
'L-O-V-E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce'

17. Stop This Song (Lovesick Melody) - Paramore
'You say the sweetest things that I can't keep my heart from singing...'

18. Where the Lines Overlap - Paramore
'Call me over, and tell me how you got this far while never making a single sound.'

19. Lost in You - Three Days Grace
'You always though that I let myself open, but you didn't know I was already broken.'

20. Shake and Shout - Stereo Skyline
'I'll watch you dance around to New Found Glory on the frontseat of my car.'

21. Near No Theme - Death Note III OST
(No lyrics. It's instrumental only.)

22. My Paper Heart - All American Rejects
'Please just don't play with me, my paper heart will bleed. This wait for destiny won't do, be with me please I beseech you.'

23. Never Too Late - Three Days Grace
'This world will never be what I expected, and if I don't belong...'

24. Wake Up - Three Days Grace
'I must be running out of luck, 'cause you're not drunk enough to fuck.'

25. Six Feet Under the Stars - All Time Low
'Time to lay claim to the evidence, fingerprints sold me out. But our footprints washed away from the docks downtown, it's been getting late for days and I think myself deserving of a little time off.'
'Meet me on Thames street, I'll take you out though I'm hardly worth your time.'
'In the cold, you look so fierce but I'm warming up, because the tension's like a fire.'
'We'll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes and like a bad movie I'll drop a line; fall in the grave I've been digging myself'
'But there's room for two; six feet under the stars'
'If not for you I know I'd tear this place to the ground.'
'Overdressed and underaged. Do you really need to see an ID? This is embarrassing as hell! But I can cover for it so well, when we're six feet under the stars.'

...Yes. I'm in love with 'Six Feet Under the Stars'. But I can't help it, the song's just too damn pretty! Reminds me of New York *points at Thames street and South Broadway parts* and that game, The Godfather: Blackhand Edition. And Aldo Trapani. Everytime it's played I was reminded of the streets of Midtown, the car chase, those Barzini and Cuneo bitches - scratch that, Tattaglia and Stracci are a pain in the ass too - and those heartwarming moments of victory after bombing compounds.

But it also gives me a warm feeling, of being told 'everything's fine and dandy'. Like no matter what you do it doesn't really matter, as long as you had a good reason to do it.

'Wake Up', and 'I Hate Everything About You' simply reminds me of certain things. The latter also reminds me of me and my sis. Seriously, I could hate her for life and yet I couldn't. The former, however, reminds me of something else.

'Never Too Late'. That song is very, heartfelt. Sometimes it bores me to death, sometimes it fascinates me to no end.

'My Paper Heart', 'Lost in You', 'Heartbeat', 'My Number One' and actually 'On Top of the World' reminds me of my current OTP; a free spirited gogglehead and a stoic, adorable albino. Or they could make great songfics. I could feel it somehow, a nice fluff or maybe a friendship fic. Nah, dunno. *shrugs*

'Japanese Girl', 'Shake and Shout', 'Check Yes Juliet' and 'Five Minutes to Midnight' are just fillers. Y'know, something to listen to without having concerns about the meaning. And it's very light, so I love it.

'Where the Lines Overlap' is my 'HAPPY AS A SUNSHINE AND RAINBOW PUPPIES' theme.

'August is Over' is.. Yeah. Summer. And it's WINTER now. I hate it.

'Untouched' is the most serious song in the playlist. I mean, the lyrics, the music, it fits perfectly. You can feel the passion, the frustration, the angst, the (false) hope, the light innocence, inside them. It's beautiful, and there's a lot of things to be told from it. Telling someone to stay has never been this angsty.

'Let it Die' and 'All I Wanted' was just a filler. Instead of light hearted ones, I chose something a bit more, deep.

'Break' is a great song. Three Day Grace's first single from their new album, Life Starts Now. It's still dark, but with a lighter tone. A bit rebellious instead a vent of anger towards humanity.

'The Good Life' is a piece of badass-ness. Yeah, I could totally imagine hanging out and being all high and mighty. Now I know why Mello likes it.

'Starstrukk' and its remix version are something you could dance to. Maybe not as hard as when you listen to the remixed version of 'Football Season is Over' by Bring Me the Horizon, but it should get your head bopping.

'Near No Theme' is that song that plays every time Near's in action. In the DN anime of course. I could just imagine him being all smart and make remarks to Light imagaY.

'Action'. There's a lot of things to be said about this song, and a lot of them are related to a certain third ranked Wammy boy. Yes, this was the song playing through his epic death scene. A nice, electro beat. Kinda like the ones in Tap Tap Revenge, only better. His death is very heartbreaking. He fell down, after being caught in a blaze of gunfires, and die; his last cigarette burned on his pale lips.His body was ridden with bullets, and I don't know if his goggles cracked or not, but I think it none was aimed to his face. It reminds me of Sonny Corleone's death, when he was shot to death on a tollway, while he was in a rage after hearing his sister, Connie, got beaten up by her son of a bitch husband. I love that scene too. A slight twist in 'The Godfather' that changes everything.

So yeah. That's the end of it. I wish you all good luck on the results. And if my heart actually dropped, I'd listen to BMTH and wear black clothing. Nahh, just kidding!

D.Nd : Poisoned and DN Pairings

2009-12-02T05:25:00.000-08:00

Mhm. Played it for the first time and I kinda like it. Maybe.

Friends kept telling me there's bunch of yaoi, even some extreme ones. So I chose the safe one. Hm, maybe the K rated? Heh, don't ask me, I dunno.

So Near and Mello got assigned on a project together about poisons. And the player (as Mello) gets to choose the endings by choosing different options the game gave.

I got the ending in where (SPOILERS) Near got in trouble with a group of boys and Mello protected him.

Yeah, not very interesting. But it is! I mean, it's nice, you know. Kind of like, brotherly love. I like that.

Apparently there's a MelloMatt ending too. I'm not a big fan of the pair though, so I don't know if I'm gonna play it. I'd prefer MattNear. Cause they're just awesome together, don't you think?

And it leads me to the next topic: DN Non-Yaoi Pairings.

To tell the truth, if there's any male character better to be paired with a female character, it'd be Mello. And Near.

Why not Matt? Cause he never seemed to be someone who'd pay attention to anyone.
Why not Light? Cause he's a bit cold hearted, he uses someone for his own gain.
Why not L? Cause he's awful at being social, very straightforward, and I kinda like to pair him with Misa :D
Why not .......blablablabla? Cause IDK. I'd think of the reasons one by one but I'm bored.

So yeah, Mello is so paired off to Halle Lidner. Or Sayu Yagami. Maybe if you do those crack pairings like MisaMello, maybe it'd work too. If you're not too freaked out by their almost likeness.

And Near.. if he's with Sayu, I could see it. Halle, not really. Misa? He'd get annoyed by her. Maybe with an OC, that is, if the girl's not weak and fuckingly preppy.

And obviously, there are some hinted pairings, like MatsudaSayu, or HalleMello (one sided though, Mello probably didn't care about Halle).

And I did read some MattSayu fics, surprisingly good. Maybe reminds me a bit of Matt/nice!Mello.

But no, I'm not gonna talk about the possibilities that DN char are gays. Perhaps Laighto IMAGAY. Though IDK.

Stuck On You

2009-11-19T02:17:00.000-08:00

AN: New story. Keeps getting ideas on a spinoff from DN. Starring my OCs: two rivaled siblings, an ex-Wammy kid who's obsessed on being L, and a loyal best friend of one of the siblings. Maybe I'd tell you some about it, later though.

STUCK ON YOU

“Forever. I promise.”

Those words rang in his head. The young twenty four years old shook his head at the dream he had. His eyes blinked, once, twice, sleepily. The dream was so real; he could’ve sworn she was alive once more. But his heart plummeted as he realized it was only a dream. A stupid fucking dream, he thought bitterly.

The dark, night sky of Tokyo shone outside his window. He sighed uncomfortably as he stared outside; the lights seemed to shine brighter. He never left the city; he never came back to Franklin. The place held too many memories that kept him alive, when he shouldn’t be.

He strode lazily to the bedroom door, having fallen asleep near the glass windows. He recalled his dream once more, a memory that seemed distant now that he felt like a stranger himself.

It was the middle of the night. And Victoria Sterling was pacing forth and back across the room nervously, fingers occasionally slipping to her belt, where a silver dagger was clipped on. Tonight, she would make her final decision. The time has come for the young woman to leave the world, and she realized this was her last chance to stop her brother’s accomplice’s twisted desire to kill the world’s greatest detective. She had always said to herself, she would rather die in a blaze of glory than being old and weathered. And now this was her chance.

Thoughts were running through her mind. She had thought about this for weeks. She had talked to her best friend, the ever loyal Zach about her suicidal plan. He protested, but he let it go. It didn’t matter that he lost the chance to stay with her during her final moments; the stubborn girl won’t change her mind even if a gun was pressed to her head.

He knocked gently on the door, alerting her of his presence.

“Come in.” she said impatiently.

He slipped into the room, shrugging off his coat in one swift motion. His ashen blond hair was plastered to his face, as it had rained earlier. He strode over to the armchairs and sat down.

“You got everything set?”

She nodded, still pacing across the room. Her dark, hazel hair blew softly. He couldn’t help himself to stare at her. Dark hair, glimmering charcoal eyes, a white pajama top that was presumably belong to someone else, dark faded shorts, black vests, and a pair of Chuck Taylors. Her appearance would’ve looked fine, but it was ruined by a gun slung on her belt along with a dagger. Yep, she was ready to face death.

He sighed softly. This was the last time he was seeing her. He doesn’t even know if he would get to see her body. There were a lot of things he didn’t ask, he didn’t do with her. He never even got the nerve to tell her he cared; and not just those stupid ‘did you hit your head or something?’, because he wanted it to come from his heart, to show her that he really mean it.

“Tory? When will you leave?” he asked, realizing it sounded very childish but he continued with it.

She froze in her steps. He watched her carefully, knowing she was taking slow, but deep breaths while she concentrated. After a while he thought she didn’t hear him. Until she spoke softly.

“When I hear the bell rings. Once. The second time I know I’ll have a few minutes left. The third time, it’ll collide with my heartbeat.”

He nodded glumly as he forced back a tear. No, he can’t cry. He mustn’t be weak in front of her. He must be strong, ignorant. Like what she would like him to be. Not like…

“Zach, will you miss me when I’m gone?”

He looked up and saw her already turning her position to see him clearly. He could’ve sworn he saw sadness in those eyes.

“Yes. Very much.”

She stared back, mouth gaping open as if to say something, only to be closed a moment later. She carefully lowered her gaze, leaving him confused on why she would do it. A moment later she strode for the door.

Then it hit him; like a pounding bricks. The bells: it rang once. She has to go.

“W-wait! Victoria, wait!” he yelled as he struggled to get up quickly.

She turned to him, slender pale fingers turning the doorknob. She raised her eyebrow in amusement, as if to say ‘what the hell, you had a lot of time before.’

He stood up, standing about two inches taller than her. His arms went instinctively around her, pulling her closer, the only person who knows him better than himself. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, sobbing lightly as his fingers were entwined in her hair and the other between her own hands.

She patted his back awkwardly, not knowing what to do. But she squeezed his hand gently in support, making him somewhat calmer.

“Will you wait for me there?” he whispered softly to her ears, his voice strained.

“Forever. I promise.” She breathed out as she slowly pulled away.

They stared at each other one last time before she turned to leave.

“And tell Gevanni I love him.” she called out as she walked confidently out to the halls. And he was left alone, chuckling silently as his fingers reached out to the letter she had left for the dark haired man.

He closed the bedroom door. Noticing how empty the walls were. Just like him.

He gave the older man the letter, a week after a building in south Tokyo blew up. About two kilometers from the building, a motorcycle was parked. A familiar motorcycle that belonged to a hot tempered girl.

They all mourned her death in different ways. She had invaded their lives and made an unforgettable impression. Gevanni, for example, was left to cry over a death of a loved one. The one who confessed her feelings in her last moments of life. He looked crushed, but regained focus a few weeks after the incident.

But he, he never got out of it. Because his whole life revolves around her. Around everything she does. He was stuck on her, his mind, his will. And somehow it wouldn’t come off.

In the dim light, he could see the picture on his bedside drawer clearly. The one taken when the two best friends were thirteen and experiencing their first moments of freedom. Hopes shining in their eyes, with smiles to even strengthen the thought. It’s ironic, seeing as how one would die leaving the other alive but dead at the same time.

He closed his eyes, regaining his apathetic state of mind that he has recently acquired over the months. He didn’t want to be attached, no. But memories would keep haunting him. And somehow ten years ago he knew he was going to be stuck on her for a long time.

Forever and always.

He began whispering softly to a song he knew long ago, as he slipped into the cold covers of his bed, not once letting go to the pictures. His thumb brushed to the photograph of a girl with big dreams and shining confidence that becomes a plague to his mind.

“Stuck on you, till the end of time…”

A Losing Game

2009-11-09T09:12:00.000-08:00

AN: I know. Angst. A bit angsty won't hurt a bit, won't it? It's inspired by the Godfather Blackhand Edition. It's addicting, I can't get the New Jersey church out of my head.

A Losing Game

The wind’s blowing. Harder, and harder than what the city has ever had. The streets were deserted; many had chosen to warm themselves inside. Leaves blew, as the fog thickens around the corners of the city. Soft movements of the air can be heard, like whispers filling the alleys.

A young woman swiftly entered the local church without being noticed. Her dirty blond hair covering her lowered gaze. Kneeling softly, she pulled the cloak, revealing herself. She whispered prays after prays as she wept. She stood up and lit the candles with her shaking hands. She blew the torch softly as she whispered “God let him live.”

Unbeknownst to her, a clad in a silk suit watched her movements carefully. He snickered as she stood up, her back facing him. Shaking his head with an amused look in his ice blue eyes, he strode across the aisle and placed his hand on her shoulder.

She quickly turned around, pulling a dagger beneath her cloak. Pointing the weapon at him, she glared at him and took a step back. Wrong move it seemed, as he took a step closer. His warm breath on her neck, making her shiver. He slowly held her hand as the dagger fell, making a loud clinging noise echoed around them.

“Get the fuck away from me,” she growled.

He chuckled lightly as he let her go, watching her with a bemused expression. She rubbed her wrist as he picked up her dagger and handed it to her. She pocketed the dagger back as she turned her back against him.

“I don’t know that you believe in God.”

She looked at him with a hateful stare from her dark brown orbs. He smiled as he put his hand up in defense.

“I don’t mean it that way. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same thing to you.”

She replied coolly, gesturing to his suit and his slicked back hair.

“It’s… Tony’s funeral. I’m surprised I didn’t see you, I mean he and you-“

“Shut it. It hurts more to me than to you.”

She swore she could see a pained look on his face for a second, before it turned into a neutral expression.

“You think? You think I’m not hurt because of this? I know him longer than you! He’s my brother, my twin brother, and you think that I’m taking this calmly? It hurts, it hurts to lose someone close to you. He’s my half and now I’m broken if you don’t know!” he shouted loudly.

“Then why you’re acting like this is just a game? That Anthony would come back after everything ends? This is war for God’s sake!”

“This is not a game, and I never think of it as one. I know he won’t come back.”

“Then you’re acting stupid. This is a matter of life and death, and you’re losing.”

“I know! I don’t need you to remind me. I lost everything, I might as well die if it makes you so bloody happy!”

Without warning, she pounded him hardly he fell to the floor. His nose was broken with a single punch from her, powered by anger. She stood up as she cried, slumping to the cold floor once again.

“I-I never said I want you to die! You’re an idiot for thinking something like that, I don’t want you to go dead!”

He crawled and sat beside her, wrapping his arms around her as she cried into his shirt.

“I don’t- I don’t want to lose you too! I lost one of you already.” She sobbed softly. “And I care about you too much to let anything happen to you.”

He froze. Taking a deep breath he cupped her face in his hands as she turned to him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m just, mad you know. I miss him too, as much as you.”

She nodded as she pulled away. Walking towards the door, she turned back and looked at him.

“Vinny, don’t tell anyone about this. I don’t want them to know I’m breaking down.”

He nodded before taking a glance at the blonde, before turning away to prevent his own tears from falling.

I Can't Live Without You

2009-11-09T09:09:00.000-08:00

AN: *gasps* Pleasant Twins? Getting Along? OMFG!

I Can't Live Without You

Another day; another ordinary day for the Pleasant twins.

Every day Angela Pleasant wakes up according to her alarm clock. She takes a bath and dress perfectly like any young lady would. She eats her breakfast and always makes coffee for her father.

She’s a perfect straight A student, with a squeaky clean record. She never fights and is the school sweetheart. A redhead with big green eyes and a charming smile and a personality to match, she’s adored by all boys in school.

No one dares to mess with her; she’s the daughter of Senator Mary Sue Pleasant and famous athlete, Daniel Pleasant. With a well known family reputation, she’s almost perfect.

But her twin sister, Lilith Pleasant was a thorn in the family. She was nothing but a troublemaker, constantly coming to school late and often picks fight. If it’s not for her caring sister, she would be expelled from the school with no second thoughts.

She looked exactly the same like her twin, minus the innocence showing so strong on her sister. Instead of tying her hair back into a ponytail, she let it down. Instead of her sister’s solid polo shirt with argyle sweater and denim skirt, she wore dark tees and jeans with studded belts. She wore Chuck Taylors instead of Mary Janes. She’s a complete opposite of her sister.

But what confuses people is why they are so close. Sure they had a lot of bickering in the past, but since their long night talk on their 15th birthday, they became closer.

Many people couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. If some girls are jealous to Angela, Lilith will get them in a heartbeat. And if someone tries to threaten Lilith, Angela threatens them back. And none of them ever forget to repay the deed.

The way they understand each other make it hard to believe that they used to fight. And sometimes they just don’t get it how two polar opposites can actually be friends.

And now on their 17th birthday, they have completely understood the bond between them. It’s not just because their related by blood, or the fact that they’re twins; they simply know that one couldn’t live without the other.

Angela smiled knowingly to her sister as she prepared to blow the candles. Lilith’s lips curved into a smile which looked more like a smirk. Laughing at their little secret. And the twins blew the candles, hoping for another moment to spend with each other.

Fighting With Strangers

2009-11-09T09:07:00.000-08:00

Fighting With Strangers
I ran out to the streets, much to my mother’s dismay. Today she brought home another talent scout. I swear; she’s out to make money with me.

I hate it when people use me for their own benefit. Its like, “get a life!” Why don’t you try finding out who you are, and what are your potentials, and stop making me do things I don’t like! That’s pathetic; they have nothing else to do but sit back and enjoy the money, while I worked my ass off.

I walked around the streets. It was crowded, really crowded. I stumbled across one or two people. No big deal; I just walk faster.

Then I realized my feet had brought me to the park. But, it was filled with couples being all lovey-dovey with each other. It made me sick.

I found an empty bench and sat there. Trying to ignore the couple making out near me, I pulled out my book and started reading. I also pulled out my iPod and played some tunes. I hummed quietly to them as my feet started tapping.

“Mind if I sit here?” I looked up; it was a boy around my age with mousey brown hair. He was wearing a red jacket with a pair of khaki pants. His icy blue eyes stared at me curiously. I shook my head and started reading where I had left off.

I knew he was uncomfortable. So he kept looking at me with those blue eyes of his. I ignored him and continued reading. Then I realized he was leaning on me, listening to the songs I’m currently listening. I looked at him wide-eyed. “What’s wrong with you?” I growled. He scooted away from me; I regretted being so mean to him. “Nothing; I’m just curious. Uh, I’m Derek.” He offered his hand to me, expecting that I would shake it. But I stared at it coldly. “I’m Liam.” I said as I buried my head back to the book.

Derek shook his head. He let out a nervous laugh. He stretched his arm. “So what are you reading?” I looked at him; if someone ignores you does that means they want you to bug off? Yes. And the boy never learns I guess.

“A novel.” I said simply, not taking my eyes once more. “What novel?” I closed my book impatiently.

This kid is going to learn to bug off the hard way. I looked at him with burning eyes, I was almost sure I’d kill him.

“But if you don’t want to tell me then fine.” He said as he looked down. His feet shuffled nervously. He knew he did something wrong, so why won’t he just get off my case?! I stood up and was getting ready to leave. My feet already started walking.

“Hey wait!” he called out to me. I didn’t bother to turn back. Then someone ran past me. I turned around and saw a pretty redhead talking with that boy. From the way they kept stealing glances at me I knew that the girl was not amused with my doing.

“Hey you!” she yelled. I looked at her, my head held high. “Yeah?” “Yes you. You idiot; why did you have to act like some pompous brat anyway?” I was shocked. No one has ever dared to call me that. Not even my enemies. But this girl, this girl had the nerves to call me that. What a bitch.

“Me? A pompous brat? At least I’m not a stuck up bitch and a gay kid hiding behind her,” now this made them mad. Really mad. The girl’s face reddened at the comment and her crimson eyes flared with anger. Derek stood up, his hand on the girl’s shoulder and the other curled up into a fist; even his knuckles whiten. “Vee, don’t. He’s done nothing anyway.” He tried to knock some sense into her, even though his voice sounded tense. “Nothing? NOTHING?! Derek Morrison no one talks to you like that except for me!” she yelled.

He raised his eyebrow at the latter. “Calm down Ivy. It’s nothing. He didn’t harm me or anything.” He spoke softly. She sighed and cocked her head back, her red hair fell gracefully. She walked over to me and leaned in slightly. “If you ever tried to mess with us, I’m sure you’ll know the consequences.” She whispered in my ear. Then she turned on her heel and walked away. I looked at her closely. Her hair trailed off behind her, giving an impression that she wore a veil.

Derek looked at me with an ‘I’m sorry’ look. He grinned nervously and patted my back. “She’s always like that.” He said. Then he waved back at me as he followed his companion.

I stared in disbelief, and started walking my way back home. Images of the girl kept playing in my head, as well that Derek guy. “Are they dating?” I thought silently as I passed the busy streets of Bronx.

Happy Birthday

2009-11-09T09:05:00.000-08:00

Happy Birthday

Dawn fell. The young thirteen year old woke up to the sound of her ringing clock. Groaning, she pushed the clock so it fell to the floor. Rolling in her bed, she couldn’t sleep anymore. Grunting and muttering swears she got up and headed towards the bathroom.

The cold water woke her up from her thoughts. Muttering swears under her breath she got out and got dressed. Her shoulder length auburn hair was tied back into her usual ponytail. Today she would have the best day. It was her birthday after all.

Her mother handed out her breakfast, without saying anything to her. They both ate in silence. All this time all she wanted to do was punch her mother in the face for forgetting her birthday. She cried a bit on the inside.

She left without saying goodbye. Her mother looked up at her in confusion, until her own mother came out. “What did I do wrong?” “You forgot her birthday dear.”

She walked out and closed the gate behind her. Her own mother forgets her birthday. But her grandmother didn’t. When she walked out her grandmother approached her, giving her a warm hug and congratulates her.

She walked through the park towards her school. Before that though, she passed by her friend’s “pet” and gave him some bread. He nuzzled against her leg before she left.

She walked into her homeroom. Her friends looked at her with their usual strange look. She didn’t mind. After the lesson ends, her teacher approached her and gave her a warm smile. “Happy birthday dear,” he said before patting her back.

After school she ran to the park. Her two best friends were waiting for her. She looked at them hopefully, but they didn’t get the message. She knew they forgot her birthday. Disappointed, she ran, ignoring their shouts begging her to come back. Her best friends were confused. Then two boys approached them; one with glasses and the other wore a visor. They had seen what happened. The visor boy widens his eyes in horror and then ran to catch up with her. The glasses wearing boy told them “You two forgot her birthday.”

The girl ran. She went to the cliffs where she would go to think. No one knows that she went there. Except for one who had followed her “Hey wait up!” he said. In his hand was a golden box. She stared at him as he ran towards her.

He smiled. She didn’t push him away like what she usually does. But she reached out her hand to take the gift that he gave. He looked at her curiously. She finally finished unwrapping it. He watched in excitement as she opened the box. “Happy birthday” he breathed out.

“A… deck of cards?” he nodded vigorously. “Look at the last card.” She grabbed the last card and looked at it closely. The card was Sakuyamon. At the bottom right corner was written “aishiteru, Rika”.

The girl, Rika looked at the young boy. A smile tugged her lips. “Thank you Kazu.” She whispered. She gave him a hug before returning to her home, leaving Kazu staring quietly at the beautiful redhead.

Years Passed and You Still Left Us

2009-11-09T09:04:00.000-08:00

AN: Who doesn't miss Mary?

Years Passed and You Still Left Us

Anthony sat out on the docks, feeling the cold, autumn air breezed. His raven hair blew with the wind. A frown graced his unusual pale features, as his hazel eyes held sorrow. His hands were wrapped around his sides, protecting him from the cold. His gaze wandered from across the lake to the grayish blue sky above. He stifled a chuckle as his eyes held water from falling out from the corner of his eyes.

Ever since Mary’s death, his father entered a state of depression. Denial, some therapists say. He cannot bear himself to believe his only daughter, his beautiful, innocent daughter, was dead. Michael refused to take any part of the family “business” as he believed it was the reason of her death, leaving Vincent Mancini-Corleone to rule as don. He left for Sicily, after saying goodbye to his mother, Kay and him.

Anthony had initially refused to take part in the family business, but after hearing what happened he almost felt sorry for Vincent. Apparently the stubborn man led the family into a life of drugs, something he knew his grandfather, or his father would avoid at any cost.

And now he was contemplating on whether he should reclaim his position or sit back and watch his father’s glory burn into flames.

His father once said to him ‘Family is more than anything in this world. More than money, more than glory, everything you ever need is family.’ And now his family needs him; but is he brave enough to take the chance?

He left his career as an opera singer two years ago. Cavaleria Rusticana was the first and last show for him. His memory of Mary dying on the staircase hasn’t tarnished from his mind. Since then he knew what danger his father had gone through.

Mary… If Mary had known about this would she leave dad like he would? No, she wouldn’t have, she would stay beside him, even if it means dying. And yet he couldn’t do the same exact thing. He just values his life too much.

And his Uncle Freddie would be sad. Maybe. To see his nephew following the steps of his murderer, his father, and his own brother, Michael Corleone.

This was something he never asked to his father. He was afraid; if he brings this up he would be mad. But questions filled his head, and it was yet to be answered. Why would his father kill his own brother? If power means getting rid of your loved ones he would never want it.

A sigh woke him from his thoughts. He was not alone, it seems. He turned around to face his Aunt Connie, who wore the same frown like he did earlier.

“Tony, what are you doing here alone?”

He shrugged. His eyes fell back to the middle of the lake, where Uncle Freddie was found, he thought bitterly.

“Anthony do you have something on your mind?”

He didn’t reply. His mind was too focused on the scene playing before him a few years ago, when he and Fredo went fishing. He was so happy back then. And he was unsure he had felt the same surge of happiness since.

Too caught up in emotions, he didn’t notice Connie sitting beside him, looking worried as her hand stroked the young man’s hair.

“Tony, I know you’re sad remembering Fredo, but he’s in a better place now. Where no one can harm him. Don’t be sad sweetheart” Connie said as she pulled Anthony close.

Anthony nodded as he realized what his aunt said was true.

“But dad was the last one to harm him. He sent him there”

“But it was for his own good. Fredo was a wanted person; many people would want to kill him. And he was miserable, he wants nothing more than join our mother in heaven. Goodness sake Tony, do you still blame your father for this?”

Anthony nodded slowly, as he began to sob onto Connie’s shoulder.

“Vinnie wants you to help out you know. He’s a deer caught in the headlights since Mary passed away. Always looking for reason to kill”

“Then why didn’t he ask me personally? Why should you be the one who told me?”

“Because he saw too much in you that reminds him of her. He loved her, he always did. And still does. He knows the last thing Mary wants is to see you sad, and he failed. He don’t want to be reminded”

“I know I don’t.”

“Good. So you do know that us family have to stick together, do you?”

Anthony nodded again as he stared at Connie’s eyes, who was similar to his.

“Come on. Let’s call Vinnie. I’m sure he’ll accept you with open arms”

Spelling Lovesick

2009-11-09T09:01:00.000-08:00

AN: Pure geeky fluff.

Spelling Lovesick

The 8th grader all gathered into the hall, waiting nervously for whatever they will be hearing from the committee. I glanced around the room, most of the students were from my school, but some are from other schools in the city.

Lauren found some empty seats, and she decided to drag me along.

“Faye! Come and sit down!” she said to me, a hint of excitement in her eyes.

I nodded and followed her. People were busy taking their seats. Most of them were already empty in minutes, so I hurried up to my seat before someone takes it.

It was on the fourth row; I looked around and saw Lauren waving at me impatiently. Passing the others slowly, I made my way to my seat.

“Hey Faye,”

I turned and saw Marcus, our class president sitting next to me. I gave him a curt nod before facing straight to the podium.

I looked around and saw Helen, Ingrid, and Ben sitting in the front. All huddled up and busy talking with each other. I can’t help but smirk when I saw Helen blushing as Ben smiled shyly.

“Uh, so have you studied yet?” Marcus asked suddenly. He cocked his head slightly as he leaned back. His hazel eyes stared at me curiously. “Not a thing.” I said as I laughed a little. We were supposed to compete in a spelling bee competition. Although I was sure I won’t win because the lack of training.

He smiled, giving me his warm, calm smile that I rarely see. “Have you seen Willis? He’s at the back, alone.” He said quietly. I turned my head to see my best friend sitting in the back just like Marcus said. He waved at me, and I smiled weakly at him.

Lauren poked my back. I gave her a mischievous grin and started tickling her. Marcus laughed lightly at the sight of it.

I turned to him; once again those warm hazel eyes of his bore into mine. Then my mind started playing imaginations of him and I; to be close to him, to run my hand through his messy auburn hair, let his hands caress my blushing cheeks, to feel his heartbeat that gets faster by the second…

To taste those soft lips of his.

“Hey maybe I could test you!” he said. Images of us blurred as he came into view. I nodded again, hoping that I’ll get something out of this.

He asked me a few words, and I did the same. All we had to do is spell it, easy as pie. Then the word “affection” caught my eye. Mischief glistening in my eye, I decided to test him with that.

“A-F-F-E-C-T-I-O-N” he finished. I smiled in relief; maybe this will give him some clue.

Then his lips formed an ‘oh’ and he quickly flipped over the page of the dictionary. “Paramour.” He asked me with confidence.

I spelled it, correctly I guess. Then grabbed the dictionary from his hands and began rummaging for the word. “Breathtaking” I said. He spelled it correctly as always.

All this time we’ve been nothing but close friends, joking around and complimenting each other. Somehow I just noticed that I had other feelings for him, stronger ones.

Then the MCs showed up and gave a quick introduction. Then they decided to play a game.

While we watched the hilarity of it, thanks to the over-the-top contestants, I saw him looking at me from the corner of my eyes. He didn’t laugh, but looked at me with a content look.

I turned to him and grin. Seeing this he smiled back. Unbeknown to him, he grabbed my hand and held it tightly. Our fingers intertwined. I widen my eyes seeing this.

Seeing the look on my face he realized that something was wrong. Looking down, he quickly let go of my hand, blushing furiously and looked away. I kinda regret it; it was great to feel his hand in mine, warmness washed all over me.

“Sorry,” he stuttered out, still not looking at me. I put my hand on his shoulder, and brushed away the hair on his face. “Don’t be,” I whispered.

He looked at me as if asking ‘is this real?’ I chuckled lightly and grabbed his hand with mine, entangling it once more.

He grinned and he opened the dictionary, ready to test me again.

“So, how do you spell lovesick?”

Whistle

2009-11-09T08:59:00.000-08:00

AN: This was inspired from a small drabble guide thingy :)

Whistle

Matt’s eyes snapped open. In the dark night he swore he could hear something out there that sounds a lot like whistling. He scrambled out of the covers, and fell down with a loud ‘thump’. He glanced at the bed across the room, where his roommate, Virgil, was sleeping soundly. Although it looked like he was going to wake up, seeing as how he started to stir in his sleep.

The thirteen year old decided it was better to sit still than tackle the blond boy to the ground and scream bloody murder. So he sat still, waiting for him to open his eyes. And indeed, in a second Virgil’s green eyes were opened wide. Probably seeing Matt sitting on the floor with his sheets tangled around him, and he was in his boxers was strange. He quickly recovered from the shock and got down, helping the other boy on his feet.

“What happened?” Virgil asked as he eyed the brunet carefully. Matt shook his head and gripped his shoulders tightly, “I heard something.” He said as he released his death grip and flunked down to his bed, quickly gripping the sheets tightly. “It sounded a lot like whistling.”

“Who in their right mind would whistle at this time?” Virgil asked incredulously. The only response he got was a shrug and a soft groan as a whistling could be heard from the distance.

“Calm down, it’s probably just some kid who has insomnia,” Virgil cocked his head slightly. “You’re not scared, are you?” Matt glared at him as he rubbed the sore spots on his leg. “It just bothers me, that’s all. You know I’m a light sleeper.”

Virgil snorted as he turned and sat back on his bed. “Then go back to sleep. Use a pillow or something, I don’t know. I need my beauty sleep and I don’t need you to ruin it for me.” He said as he turned and closed his eyes, falling asleep in mere seconds.

Matt stared at the now sleeping boy, and closed his eyes, trying to fall into deep slumber. But-

“Give me attention, I need it now…”

He froze. First it was whistling, now singing? He recognized it as a female voice. Soft and pure. He sank back into his bed as he continued to listen. While on the other hand he kept trying to match the voice with some of the girls that he knew in the orphanage.

‘Hannah? Too whiny. Jane? Too slow. Paige? Too loud. Naomi?...’ he thought endlessly as he heard the mysterious girl singing somewhere. ‘Perhaps not too far, probably across the hall or something.’

“I’m making pictures where the lines overlap,” Suddenly his eyes widen in realization. “Where the lines overlap.” And he scrambled quickly as he got up and ran out to the hallway.

There was one word in his mind. One name. Of a person he wasn’t exactly fond of either.

Ivy.

And right now he was face to face with his famous rival, who didn’t seem to look flustered at all, being caught singing in the middle of the night wearing a thin nightgown by a boy in boxers who apparently despised her.

The corners of her lips curved slightly in a smile as she threw back her mahogany hair and stared at the other boy.

“Matthew.”

“Ivy.”

He glared at the other girl as she brushed the wrinkles off her nightgown, which exposed her pale thighs slightly. He frowned and coughed a bit before putting on his famous evil smirk.

“Nice singing.” He said as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Thank you. And perhaps I should say the same to your boxers. Black, how colorful.” Ivy said in a monotone voice.

He twitched wordlessly before feeling his back pocket for some mint bubblegum. Oh wait, ‘I’m in boxers, dammit!’ he cursed in his head as he groaned audibly.

“What’s wrong? Is there’s something you were looking for?”

He shook his head as he ran his fingers through his brown hair. He really wanted to go back to his room, and sleep. But he won’t give this bimbo the satisfaction of getting the last say.

“Apparently yes. I was looking for a girl who’d play tonsil hockey with me, but you had to interrupt with that stupid whistling and singing you were doing.”

A small blush crept upon the girl’s pale cheeks as she heard his innuendos. Matt chuckled lightly at the sight, hoping to relish it every time she gets to him. ‘Mattman, 1. Poison Ivy, 0.’

“Why’d you have to stay awake anyway? Look, whatever happened, I don’t want to talk about it. All I want is for you to shut the hell up and get some sleep.”

He turned to his room. As his slender fingers touched the doorknob, a small, quiet voice broke the silence.

“I had a,” she hesitated before she continued. “Dream. About you and Virgil fighting.”

He swiftly turned and moved forward to the girl, who was now finding the buttons on her nightgown interesting all of the sudden.

He brushed away a strand of his hair off his face as he leaned in slightly.

“Why would something so goddamned stupid like me and Verge fighting could make you worry so much?” he breathed in her ears, making her shiver.

He stood away, as he looked at her with wide eyes. And she stared back at him in a ‘are you serious?’ kind of way. She was surprised of course, first he was warming up on her, now he was wide eyed with curiosity and tinge of anger?

“Do you or do you not have a crush on Virgil?” he asked in a stern voice, like a teacher reprimanding his student to stop slacking his work.

“No.” she answered coldly. And he looked relieved for a moment.

“So why was us fighting had you stayed awake? It’s three AM for God’s sake!”

She seemed uncomfortable for a second before looking up at him.

“You were fighting over me.”

And suddenly, time freezes. And there was nothing more than a glaring contest between the two rivals.

“Us? Fighting over you?” he choked back in disbelief. She nodded reluctantly before looking away, brushing her hair lightly.

Once again, he coughed uncomfortably before glaring at the young girl. How, how dare she?! That little twerp’s gonna pay, he thought angrily. He began plotting his ‘evil’ plan to get back at her. No one will have their last word with him. No one. Not even his best friend.

“Matt? Are you alright?”

He blinked as he felt uncomfortable under the gaze of her blue eyes, which looked a lot like a stormy sky; he made a mental note to himself.

“I’m fine.” As she opened her mouth to say something else, he snapped “I don’t want to hear any of it. You can continue your damn whistling for all I care.”

The last thing he saw was her looking at him oddly before he turned away and shut the door behind him. Taking a glance at his slumbering best friend, he collapsed in bed and let sleep take over, while praying the incident was just a dream.

The morning after, he was convinced that it was all a dream, and even forced Virgil to shut up when he tried to bring up the subject. But knowing his mischievous friend, he probably would never hear the end of it.

Six Feet Under the Stars

2009-11-09T08:57:00.000-08:00

Warning: Pure fluff! <3

Six Feet under the Stars

Time to lay claim to the evidence
Fingerprints sold me out
But our footprints washed away
From the docks downtown
It’s been getting late for days
And I think myself deserving of a little time off

I stood up and sighed. Guess hanging out with Dirk wasn’t all that fun after all.

The arcade was now filled with people looking for fun on the weekends. Dirk and Lilith decided to have a racing match, while Johnny, Ripp, and Ophelia played pinball. Me? I just stared at my best friend, who was looking around, obviously bored.

Boredom clear in her eyes, she slumped and walked towards the soda vent. I followed her, my throat begged for a drink. Our eyes met, and I can’t help but stare at her warm brown eyes that seemed to light up when I saw her.

“Boring isn’t it?” she said with a yawn. I nodded as I took a sip of my root beer. “I’d almost die from it if I you didn’t come along” she joked. I smiled and pretended to choke and die. She laughed at me and hit me softly on the back.

Tara DeBateau. My best friend and obviously the person I’d look forward to spend time with. Forever, if I could. Until now I just never build up enough courage to tell her how I feel. Not that it’s important; I know she wouldn’t feel the same way.

“Hey, how about we ditch them and head back to my apartment?” I asked hopefully. “Sure, but won’t your parents mind?” That is another problem. My parents, or should I say my mom isn’t very keen on having her around. Mom says Tara distracts me from my studies, even though she tutors me.

“They won’t mind” I said. “They’re out of town anyway. Be back next week.” Her mouth formed a small ‘O’ and nodded. We both left without saying goodbye to the couple, or threesome.

We walked in silence. My hand was in my pocket, trying to keep myself warm. Tara wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck. Her cheeks were red from the coldness. The night was surprisingly cold, even though it was summer.

Beside me, Tara shivered. So being me, I wrapped my arms around her waist as we kept walking.
Finally we arrived at the place I call “home”. I quickly opened the door and let ourselves in. She sat on the couch as she turned on the TV. I hurried to the kitchen and prepared two glasses of hot chocolate. I gave one to her as I sipped mine; my eyes never took off of her face, still blushing red from the cold or her eyes that gave me a warm feeling inside.

“What?” she suddenly asked. My focus shifted away from her eyes and to her. “Nothing. You must be really cold, your cheeks are red.” I replied. She raised her eyebrow and continued watching TV, oblivious to the heat I felt on my cheeks.

In the cold, you look so fierce
But I’m warming up
Because the tension’s like a fire

Time sure flies when you’re having fun. The next thing I knew, I was asleep. My head rested on the armrest while Tara leaned to my shoulder. I could tell it was noon. Yeah, we sleep in.

I didn’t want to wake her up, so I lay there trying to regain full consciousness. I ran my hand through her fiery red hair. I watched her fell asleep a few times when we went camping together three years ago. But still, I still love it when she’s sleeping. She looks peaceful and happy. Unless when she had a nightmare, she winced and mutter under her breath.

Slowly, she woke up. Her eyes fluttered heavily as it dawned to her that she had fallen asleep. “Mind if I take a shower?” she asked groggily. And without waiting for answer, she walked to the bathroom. That’s Tara for you; always taking things without consideration.

I went to my room and grabbed some of my shorts and t-shirts. Then knocked on the bathroom door and gave the fresh clothes to her.

She finished pretty fast. Then got out and dressed. It was my turn to take a shower while Tara went to the kitchen to grab make some lunch.

After we sat down and ate, I finished off my eggrolls and looked at her. “Wanna go to the beach?” I asked. She nodded and continued eating.

She rang her dad first. Mr. DeBateau was a nice man, who really cared for his daughter. He doesn’t mind me spending time with Tara, unlike mom.

Moments later we were out to the beach. With a basket on our hand, we’re having a picnic.

Considering that I rarely had dates, this would be what some would call a date. But I’m going with my best friend and we did this often when we were kids, so no harm in it right?

Praying silently that this day would be great, it turned out quite unexpected.

Even though it was sunny and hot, suddenly rain poured down, pouncing on us as we ran to find a shelter. Great, my day is ruined and I’m soaked. And we just had to get the food wet too, didn’t we?
But what I didn’t understand is why Tara acts like everything’s perfectly fine. I mean, she’s wet, her hair’s soaked, and her shoes drenched with water. I thought she’d say goodbye and left for home, but she’s still staying.

“Don’t hate the rain for this Justin.” She piped up as she gave me a knowing grin. I frowned and crossed my arm. I mean, come on! Because of the rain I had to sacrifice this lovely picnic! How can I not hate the rain?

“I still like it here though.” She said as she stretched out her arm and yawned. “I had a great sleep last night, who knew you’re really comfy to use as a pillow?”

I grinned in amusement. “Well I am cuddly. What do you expect?” she hit my arm playfully as she looked up.

The sky just turned into a fierce orangey red. Just like her hair. I watched in amazement as the sky reddens to the setting sun.

“Night’s falling.” She said softly. “Yeah…” I replied. And I saw the moon, slowly making an appearance and so are the stars which started to shine.

The rain had stopped. We both went out and gathered the rest of the food, throwing it carelessly into the basket. Then we laid on the sand on our backs, staring deeply into the sky.

“Tara?” I asked. I can’t help it, it was bugging me! Why does she act so calm about this? I thought she’s having a rampage now. “Mhm?” she replied, her eyes still staring at the sky.

“Are you mad because I ruined your day?” I saw her look at me in disbelief from the corner of my eye. “No. Instead it was the best day ever.”

My heart skipped. Did she just say it was the best day ever? I must be dreaming.

“R-really?” I looked at her surprised. “Of course it was. Spending time with you is great. It always was.”

I smiled and held her hand. As we continued watching the stars, I can’t help but notice that the shine was like the ones from her eyes. And now here we are, just the two of us, six feet under the stars…

But there’s room for two
Six feet under the stars

Whorehouse

2009-11-09T08:54:00.000-08:00

Whorehouse

After a few months of settling in, Henry though he’s knew all the streets in town. But apparently he doesn’t.

So it wasn’t until he got lost in an alley he’d realize that women and maps are pretty useful. At least if Rika’s here she’d bring her GPS system with her. But because of his attitude towards the device puts his relationship with her in a rocky state. And he left to get some fresh air, or be far away from her; because from previous experiences, fighting with Rika Nonaka means death.

He was pretty much sure he was familiar with the area, but one wrong turn he ended up in a dark street. Good thing he put on a jacket, because the rain starts to fall.

“Oh great,” he muttered as he wrapped the jacket tighter around his body. But it wasn’t long until he soaked. His jet black hair was pressed to his face, and his dark blue shirt clung on his body tightly, dripping from water.

He quickly ran to the nearest building. It was a café, or that’s what it said on the plaque.

He walked in and widens his eyes at what he sees. Apparently it wasn’t a regular café; it’s just a cover up for a brothel. The girls there were checking him out while the men looked at him strangely.

“Hey sweetheart, need some quick ‘fix up’?” one of the girls said while batting her eyelashes.

“Oh fuck.” He muttered. Rika’s going to kill him if she finds out.

“Shush, don’t talk about it so loud!” she said annoyed.

Then she tried to drag him upstairs. But he kept still on the spot.

“No, it’s a misunderstanding. I got lost and I’m pretty sure my girlfriend would kill me if she finds out.” He explained in a hurry.

“She won’t know.” She whispered seductively, making him shiver.

Then the door creaked open. And there stood Henry’s girlfriend. With an angry glare from her violet orbs she pushed the prostitute away from her boyfriend.

“Fuck someone else’s guy, slut” she spat out. Henry was relieved, until Rika turned her attention towards him with an unreadable expression.

“And you,” she said in a voice barely higher than a whisper. “You’re coming with me.” She dragged him out to the pouring rain, leaving the others to stare at the strange couple.

They walked in silence. After a half hour, they finally arrived at their apartment building.

Rika slammed the door shut and locked it, before turning to him, demanding an explanation.

He looked at her in exasperation, before sighing and said “Long story short, I got lost and ended up there.”

She raised her eyebrow. “So you’re saying you’re in a whorehouse because you got lost?” he nodded quickly.

“You’re an idiot.” Rika finally said as she proceeded to throw the map at the grateful Henry.

Black

2009-11-09T08:52:00.000-08:00

Black

His eyes were black. Cold. Emotionless.

Everyone knows this but one continues to deny.

He thought he could bring the younger boy’s emotion to the surface. How wrong he was when all he got was a blank stare.

He was furious. Yet anything he did had done nothing to the boy.

His clothes were white. And so was his hair.

It matches oddly with his pale, pale skin.

In contrast to his black eyes; he looked so innocent.

But all was fooled by that blank look on his face.

His mind was stained with dark memories, yet he still found some solitude in his toys.

And he forgets, as the sky turned dark, and fell into a moment of pure bliss.

Sexuality

2009-11-09T08:51:00.000-08:00

Warning: Yaoi inside. You've been warned!

He eyed the blond haired boy carefully. Why do his cheeks heat up when he sees him? And he began to feel weird too. Maybe it’s because he longed to feel the warmth of his body, or maybe wanting to hold him instead so he would get some clue. And when he watched him kiss Kari and Yolei, he couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous and sad. He knows that he likes Kari, but he’s not jealous because of that. He actually wished he was in Kari’s place and he was the one who kissed the American boy.

He remembered seeing the smug look on his face. It was frustrating. He’s playing with his heart and he never knows. Or at least that’s what he thinks.

And now here they are, with the group visiting him, Willis. He can’t help but feel alone as he saw him being cozy with Kari, earning angry glares from T.K.

But there’s still that something that he never understands; what he feels about him. As far as he’s concerned, he’s straight, but he loves Willis, so does that make him gay?

“Davis you okay?”

He blinked to see Willis’s clear sky blue eyes staring at him in concern.

“I’m fine, see”

Davis forced a smile. But it never reached his hazel eyes.

Willis then leaned in closer and gave him a peck on the lips.

“So you’ll feel better. That’s what I did to Kari when she was sad” He said with a smile.

Davis reached his finger to touch his lips gingerly. The taste never left his mouth.

“So does that mean I’m gay?” He asked curiously.

The other boy shook his head as he held his hand.

“Don’t ever question your sexuality.”

He laughed as he kissed the maroon haired boy. And that’s when Davis know he’s in love.

Eyes

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Eyes

She hummed lightly as her feet dragged her away. The sun shone brightly, greeting her with its blinding light. Her auburn hair seemed to reflect the shine from the sun, as so was her violet eyes shining with delight.

Towards her journey to the park, the ten year old bumped into a familiar face. In horror, she looked up. It was the Chinese-Japanese boy. He gave her a nervous smile as he saw how annoyed she looked.

Their eyes locked in a stare. Violet clashed against grey, anger against calmness. The girl finally softens her expression as she smiled and took the boy’s hand that was offered to her.

She held it without hesitation and stood up. Their eyes locked into another stare. But she was searching for something inside his eyes, honesty and sincerity; while his own eyes bore deep into her own, trying to read the emotions brewing up inside.

After he muttered something like not wanting to be late for their meeting she realized she was still in the park, and she was with him of all people. Smirking, she pulled his arm until he met the ground and ran towards the small hut, with him following her from behind. Their hands never took off of each other.

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TIAN-SAN.

9-11-2009

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