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Sandcastles
Written on: Saturday, March 6, 2010
Time: 4:28 AM

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.”

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Intro
Time: 4:22 AM

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.

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Twenty
Written on: Sunday, December 13, 2009
Time: 4:51 AM

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.

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Illogical
Time: 4:40 AM

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.

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The Storm has Passed
Written on: Friday, December 11, 2009
Time: 7:55 AM

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!

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Stuck On You
Written on: Thursday, November 19, 2009
Time: 2:17 AM

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…”

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Black
Written on: Monday, November 9, 2009
Time: 8:52 AM

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.

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