Note: This was after Misa gave up her memories, but before Mellow got his face burnt. Yes I know that there is no place in the real story for this ever to exist, but I liked writing it. Oh and this also happened before Mellow burnt the hell out of his face. Please forgive me Mellow fan girls I loved writing this!
“Mellow!” Matt exclaimed, “I have found out the name of Misa Amane’s boyfriend! And after all that work watching her for God knows how many days! His name is Light, and he plans to see Misa at a restaurant tomorrow!”
Mellow pressed his head up against his cell phone harder to make sure he was hearing it right. He was standing outside a convenience store about to order one frozen chocolate Popsicle when Matt had called. The sales clerk looked at Mellow peculiarly and seemed to be trying to decide if Mellow was the type of person he wanted in his store. The clerk did not get a chance to tell Mellow to leave before the blonde haired boy walked away and out the door gripping his cell-phone with one hand and his head.
“Mellow? Are you still there?” Matt asked confused at Mellow’s silence. Matt was sure that Mellow would be very pleased, but the silence was unnerving.
“Good job Matt. I’ll be there soon,” Mellow answered into the phone.
Mellow flipped his cell-phone closed and stuffed it in his back pocket. A motorcycle and helmet were waiting for him parallel parked on the street. The motorcycle was handmade under Mellow’s strict supervision and painted black with white skull peering out from the front head light. The bike was obviously made for speed and sat the rider forward and shielded him with plexy glass. Black leather engulfed the front seat as well as the seat behind used for passengers. A meter ticked backwards to zero and told him he only had ten more minutes before he would be ticketed, but he needed to leave early. One leg was thrown across the bike and fell into the foot hold near one of the exhaust engines. The other was lifted and fell into the other slot in the bike. A key with a chocolate bar keychain from the Willy Wonka factory in Minneapolis was shoved into the ignition and turned clockwise. The engine purred in response and roared as Mellow sped into the street and down another. It was only a few seconds before Mellow was at the apartment he and Matt shared at the moment. Matt was sprawled out on the couch smoking one of his cigarettes with a video game in his hands as Mellow entered.
“So, Misa will be meeting her boyfriend Light at a restaurant tomorrow. We must hurry and put up surveillance and bug the place,” Mellow started.
“That won’t work,” Matt stated flatly, “I checked this restaurant and found that it was more of an outdoor café. The sounds of the outside will make it impossible to detect whose voices are whose, and the cameras could be blocked by all the moving people and things. The only way to really get the job done is to go undercover.”
“Well we are both guys! How are we supposed to do that?” Mellow asked angrily. Then as the though hit him, Mellow froze. “No way!” Mellow protested.
“Come on Mellow, we need more information, and you already have semi-long hair. I think you would look good as a Misa,” Matt laughed happily.
“No f*****g way!” Mellow protested once again.
Mellow banged his head against the wall. How had Matt managed to get him to do it? How had he managed to make Mellow do it? How was the question everyone wanted to know, and those with the correct answer would win the solid gold cubie doll.
Matt moved around measuring Mellow from all angles even with Mellow protesting still. Matt went out and bought clothes that he had seen Misa wear on normal days, and began dressing Mellow.
“I don’t have a bust!” Mellow began, “there is no way I can pull it off!” He felt confident in his argument.
“Don’t worry, I already thought of that!” Matt smiled, “girls do this a lot in the magazines that I look at.”
Matt forced Mellow into a bra stuffed and glued with tiny balloons covered in cotton balls. Mellow continued to squirm as Matt forced him into the pants and shirt that he had picked out. It was of the actual Misa clothes line and looked good on Mellow’s thin figure.
“Matt, I am going to kill you for this,” Mellow growled.
“But you look good! Now we have to prepare more for tomorrow!”
The day passed quickly as Mellow and Matt prepared for the day to come. Matt set up what cameras he could and prepared his car to kidnap Misa. Well it wasn’t a real kidnapping, all he was going to do was stall and then once Mellow was safely away with information, he would drive the real Misa to the café and drive away. Misa would be waiting for her ride at her apartment, and all Matt had to do was cancel the ride that had been originally asked and drive his car to wait for her.
Things moved smoothly and as planned. Mellow was dropped off in his Misa disguise, and Matt went to meet Misa. All night Mellow had been practicing his peppy girl talk by watching shows that were played by Misa. Matt had even thought of the idea that Mellow could explain that he had wanted a haircut as an excuse for its shortness. Mellow stood and watched Matt drive away with the look of sheer terror on his face.
“Dam Matt!” Mellow growled. A few people turned their heads, and Mellow was forced to smile and laugh girly. As the people began to move on, Mellow silently cursed at them inside his head. Mellow moved forward and looked for someone sitting alone at a table. There was no one there that looked like they were waiting for someone, so Mellow sat down by himself. A few minutes later, Mellow heard a voice calling “Misa.” He looked up.
I recognize that face! Mellow thought as he saw Light Yagami once again. (If you don’t understand where they have seen each other, read Light Dreams.) That was the man that I punched that one night for crying about his friend. Could this really be?
“Misa? What are you doing?” Light asked wondering why Misa was staring at him in the way that Mellow was.
“Oh Light!” Mellow started remembering who he was supposed to be.
“You look pale, Misa. Are you ok?” Light asked. Even with her memories gone, I have to stay her boyfriend or things will take a turn for the worst, Light thought.
“Oh Light! Thanks for asking, but I’m fine!” Mellow strained to sound like Misa as much as possible. He has to buy it! He has to believe that I am Misa. Even if there is a slight possibility that this man knows something about the second Kira, I have to get it!
“That’s good. I’m sorry that I have been away for so long, but work has kept me busy,” Light answered.
“Um...Light…are you ok?” Mellow asked trying to pose normal.
“Yes, but I am tired and the work hours are not very manageable at the moment. I’m sorry I haven’t been home in a week. The Kira investigation is slowly making progress, but it drains me too much,” Light answered honestly. One good thing about Misa: you can complain to her as much as you wanted and she would keep listening.
Mellow felt his face grow red. This man is in the Kira investigation! Could he be in the SPK? No, I don’t think so; he is probably from the Japanese Task Force. On that night in the rain, he had said that his friend had died before he realized his feelings. Could his friend possibly have been L? And if so, he knows the second L! And Near believes the second L is Kira. I heard that from the conversation that I managed to probe before they took out my cameras and bugs. What luck!
“I’m sorry, Light. Is there anything I can do?” Mellow asked.
“No, I’m afraid not,” Light answered.
They ordered food and talked a little on subjects that Mellow had studied the night before. All the while, Mellow waited for the chance to ask Light if he had ever known L, but the question could never be brought up.
“Mellow!” Matt’s voice echoed in Mellow’s ear from a transceiver, “I have stalled her as long as possible! Get out of there!”
“Um… Light I have to go to the bathroom,” Mellow said as girly as possible.
“Fine,” Light sighed and rested his head on his arm.
Mellow walked into the back of the café and acted as though he was going to the bathroom, but just as he turned the corner, he hopped the back fence and into the next yard. There hidden among the trash was his motorcycle placed there the day before. Mellow got on and rode away.
Mellow returned to his apartment and lay in his girl clothes on the couch. He was exhausted from the getaway. Just then, Matt opened the door and sagged in.
‘You will not believe the things that Misa girl said about that Light guy. She loves him to death, and I had to hear the entire history of their love from the time she laid eyes on him to the time she stalked him home and asked him to be her boyfriend. It was really creepy. Did you get anything from you talk with Light?”
“Just that he is a Kira case member and that he was the same guy that I met a while ago. I think he has a good sense of right and wrong, so we really don’t have to worry about him. All that work didn’t even pay off a bit!”
“Well….” Matt said blushing, “I did get to see you in a dress.”
LOL thanks for reading my random story! XD
This came as a request from one of my friends.
Mellow woke suddenly and violently. The silent night was shattered by his heavy breathing and rapid heartbeats. Beads of sweat were rolling down his face like snow in an avalanche. His whole body shook with mixes of fear and unreleased energy. The room was as it was when he went to sleep, but the Wammery dorm was eerily dark, and the moon cast shadows on the walls like ghosts begging to be released. Mellow sat up and pushed his black bed-sheets away. He was wearing a set of silk pajama bottoms that Matt had bought him. The only other thing that remained on him was his rosary beads worn more because of habit than anything.
“Matt,” Mellow breathed trying to regain his breath.
Across the room, Matt rolled over in his bed and coughed.
“Matt!” Mellow tried again.
Still the red-head seemed dead to the world. The only sounds coming from him were the steady coughs and slow movements. Man! Mellow thought. Matt really needs to stop smoking. It is ruining his lungs. Mellow pushed the rest of the bed-sheets away and stood up. With only moonlight coming from a half open window, Mellow proceeded to Matt’s bed.
As Mellow was about to shake Matt awake, something stopped him. There’s no reason to wake him. I can deal with it myself. Mellow thought relaxing. Mellow returned to his bed and began to remember the dream that had haunted him so.
It felt like the future had come in and opened itself to him, and yet everything was surreal. He had been lying on a metal table with his hands and feet bound by rope. Dark shapes moved around him and laughed menacingly and maliciously. A few helped him to his feet and then vanished back into the black void. Words were spoken, but Mellow could not hear them. Then as one of the shadows came into view, Mellow recognized the mustached man from his history class. This man was Hitler.
“Dam, what the hell do you want,” Mellow asked squirming against the hold of the ropes.
“Ah my little Mafia Prince, now that is no way to talk to me,” Hitler crooned calmly.
“Mafia? I’m not in the Mafia! I’m just a kid! Let me go dam it!” Mellow demanded.
“Now if you are going to keep talking to me like that, I’m going to have to punish your insolence,” Hitler smiled. Hitler snapped his fingers and the sounds of more fighting came into ear shot. Several of the shadows forced another figure that seemed to be bound as well forwards. Matt’s face appeared in the translucent light and stared at Mellow.
Mellow froze. He could take pain of all kinds, but Matt couldn’t. What did Hitler want? Why was he doing this?
“Mellow!” Matt yelped as a shadow squeezed him tighter. The light reflected of his goggles, but Mellow could see his eyes perfectly. They were in pain and had been suffering. Mellow forced himself to look away.
“Now you are going to answer a few questions my little Mafia Prince, or your friend here is going to pay dearly,” Hitler laughed.
Anger and rage went through Mellow like drugs. He fought against the ropes but to no avail. They only seemed to get tighter.
“Now don’t fight. That won’t do your friend any good,” Hitler laughed. A knife was drawn from the darkness and stabbed itself into Matt’s shoulder. Blood exploded and Matt’s cries ripped through Mellow. Matt fell to the floor, but shadows pulled him to his feet as blood spattered over his white jacket. “For every time you struggle or don’t answer my question, I will have your friend stabbed. So much blood loss would probably kill him in two or three stabs. I suggest you tell us what we need to know.”
“What do you need to know,” Mellow asked dropping his head. His blonde hair covered his face hiding the tears that were forming.
“Good boy, now first admit that you are in the Mafia,” Hitler smirked.
“But…” Mellow began, but as a knife was pulled to Matt’s throat Mellow lowered his head again, “Yes I am in the Mafia.”
“Good boy, now tell me who you are.”
“I’m Mellow.”
“Bad boy, give us your real name.” The sound of Matt stiffening meant a knife was being held to him.
“I’m Mellow,” Mellow began again. This time he heard the sound of a knife entering Matt.
“Mellow!” Matt seemed to beg, “Don’t give them your real name! Don’t give it to them!”
“Matt,” Mellow sobbed.
“Mellow, it’s going to be ok. Don’t give them your name,” Matt cried as another knife was put into him. This time, the knife went too far, and when it was pulled out, Matt bleed to death. He feel forward and hit the ground with a deep thud. Blood pooled pure red on the ground. Mellow watched in pure horror begging for them to release him.
Matt’s body was left unsullied on the floor with his goggles shining in the dim light.
“What a waste of a body,” Hitler sighed, “His death is on your hands Mellow. Now it’s your turn to face pain and humiliation.”
And from then on, Mellow was subject to excruciating pain and suffering. First there was the humiliation. Mellow was held down as Hitler shaved several swastikas into his hair and branded his neck with them. Shadows laughed as he was held to the table and stabbed lightly through his arms and legs. The pain never seemed to end. That was when Mellow looked down at his rosary beads. A cross held them together and it reminded Mellow of the story of Christ. Christ had been subject to pain and misery. Now it was Mellow’s turn to bear the burden. Tears were coming, but they were not because of the pain. They were the sadness of losing Matt. At the moment that Hitler was going to finish him, Mellow awoke from his dream.
Now in the silence of the room, Mellow sat very still. Even though I was in pain, all I cared about was Matt. He means more to me than I thought. Matt, let’s stay together forever.
Mellow got out of bed one more time and went over to Matt’s bed. The red-head remained asleep, and Mellow bent down and pushed Matt over. Groggily Matt opened his eyes and looked at Mellow.
“….What’s up Mellow? You ok?” Matt asked sleepily.
“I’m ok now, Matt, but I just wanted you to know that you mean the world to me. Night Matt,” Mellow said as he walked back to his bed and proceeded under the covers.
“Aright, night Mellow,” Matt hummed sleepily.
Soji turned a page in her book. It was a C.S.I. book about an investigation into the death of a famous killer. Her green bangs got in front of her eyes, and she dismally pushed them out of the way. It was completely silent in her room. She shared a room with another girl called Amy, but Amy was out in the main room with her laptop playing a music video of a Korean boy-band that was popular at the moment. The room consisted of a bunk bed pushed up against the back wall and two disorganized desks pushed against the other walls. The walls had remained the sky blue that they had been from the time that Soji had arrived at the school.
Amy was a year older than Soji and was a very nice person with relaxed features and black hair that stopped at her shoulders. She was taller than Soji who had decided for herself that she was doomed to remain short forever. Amy was also strongly focused on her studies. If she was not studying for a test scheduled three weeks later, she was watching boy-bands. Soji felt it was good to study but only on the week that the test was occurring.
Amy often told Soji about what she had seen at the House before Soji had come four years after. Things that Near or Matt or Mellow had done seemed to be the most common. Stories of their great feats were legendary throughout the school almost as much as L’s. Stories that seemed to obscure to be true but were believed anyway due to the dream that one day one’s self could rise to those legends were spread from student to student. It was learned from these stories that Near had come to the House at the age of three when he had pieced a very difficult puzzle together, and that Mellow was part of a really infamous gang, and that Matt had become Mellow’s friend due to circumstances within the gang. Amy was full of stories of these sorts, but the one that made Soji laugh was Matt’s Christmas story.
“It started like,” Amy would laugh, “Matt and Mellow had just come to the House and were sharing their first real Christmas together. Mellow asked Matt what he wanted for Christmas, but Matt replied that he wasn’t Christian but rather Jewish. Mellow swore and asked if he could still get him a present.
“Well, for Hanukah I get a present for every day of it goes on,” Matt explained.
“So how many are there?” Mellow asked.
“Well, there are eight days in all, so I get eight presents!” Matt smiled.
“Dam I need to become Jewish,” Mellow said, but he agreed and bought eight games for Matt.
“So after Hanukah was over, Mellow asked if Matt had gotten him a present, but Matt explained that he had decided to change religions and became Muslim celebrating Kwanza. Mellow sighed and bought Matt another gift. Mellow bought Matt a new game system with the money that he had been saving to go to the Wonka factory in the U.S.”
“Then Matt explained that he went to Christianity again, and Mellow bought him another present! Finally Mellow was fed up and asked Matt if he was getting him a present or not. Matt tells Mellow to wait and then to close his eyes. Matt pulls Mellow outside and tells him to open his eyes. There in front of him stands a fifty pound milk chocolate bar. Matt explained that he had made it himself, and that was only a fragment of Mellow’s present. Mellow also got to go to the Wonka factory because Matt had bought them both tickets. Mellow was so happy that he and Matt became even closer. Mellow never forgave Matt for doing that! Hehehe isn’t that funny Soji?”
Wait a minute! Soji thought. I never did hear what religion Matt really is! Oh well. It’s not like I really care.
Soji found that she had been reading the same line in her book more than thirteen times “We are missing a clue”. What was Matt? It nagged Soji and nagged her until she put her book down and stood up from her desk chair. She pushed the door to her room open and locked the outside with a key. Mellow and Matt’s room were at the end of the hall with the most rooms because of Matt’s smoking habits. Now she proceeded to the end of the hall. Near had a room to himself on the other side of the hallway, and the door was ajar reveling Near to be studying at his desk. Soji peaked her head in Near’s room for a second but didn’t have time to slip away unnoticed.
“Soji, it is not polite to sneak in and not say hello,” Near commented as Soji had been backing away.
“Hello Near,” Soji smiled as she pushed her way inside the room. There were sets of dominoes, dice, and plastic pieces to things Soji could only imagine as crazy scientist kits. Roger exulted in Near’s mind and bought him any toys he wanted.
“Soji, what are you doing out? I thought you had asked everyone to be silent today so you could finish you book,” Near asked casually.
It was just a question, and Soji knew very well that Near had not meant it to be an interrogation.
“I was remembering one of the stories Amy told me about Matt and wanted to know his religion, and for that matter, what is your religion?”
“You ask it so calmly that there is a 97.23 percent that you don’t know those questions are usually not posed to people,” Near replied.
“You are not just a person, you are my friend Near, and all I did was ask a question as you did. So are you going to tell me or not?” Soji laughed.
“Ahh true, well this is how I believe things work. God fights for justice, but he relies in our heart rather than in a physical form and those that feel they need to kill and do other bad things have lost the piece of God in their hearts. That is my view.”
“Um….well that isn’t really a religion, and it sounds like you have come to you own conclusion to things which I think is fine.”
“You are childish Soji. You believe that people are set into one religion or another, but that is not how the world works.”
“Now I didn’t mean to sound childish Near.”
“Well I know you need to be on your way to ask Matt. I do not wish to stop you up.”
“True, good bye Near.”
Soji walked down the hall and found Matt smoking out his bedroom window.
“Hello Matt,” Soji said.
“Mellow isn’t here right now, but I’m sure he’ll be back soon,” Matt said not turning.
“That wasn’t what I was going to ask. I heard a story a while back and wanted to know what religion you were.”
“Was it the one that about my change in religion? I can tell from your face that is exactly what it was. Right now though, I am unaffiliated. I think there is a God, but I believe that he trusts the good in people’s hearts to.”
Somewhat like Near. Soji thought.
Later Mellow rampaged over someone stealing his chocolate. It turns out later that it wasn’t stolen, it was melted under his bed.
This is a rather childish story, but I don't feel like fixing any of it.
At the Wammery House
(This is where I put myself in! Along with my boyfriend Ryuza)
Mellow read it again and again, but something about the way that the book was worded confused him. Anger was already juiced in his system because people had forgotten his birthday and had all gone on a class trip without him. Only a few students stayed behind to study, Near included.
“Matt can you help?” Mellow asked across on the other side of their room.
“Mellow, I already told you. I don’t know anything about it, and I don’t want to know. If you really want to know ask Near,” Matt replied not looking up from his videogame.
“No way! I will never ask Near! Not in a million years would I ask him!” Mellow replied.
“Well I guess you won’t get help then,” Matt replied.
“But it is crucial for me to understand this! I have to beat Near someday! Matt are you listening?” Mellow snapped.
“No,” Matt replied still enticed by his game.
Mellow felt anger boiling in him. He felt the need to destroy something. He grabbed one of Matt’s games that sat on his desk and meant to throw it until Matt told him that if he did, there would be blood to pay.
There is no way I am going to ask Near!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mellow thought. He stormed out of the room hot and angry. The halls were strangely empty, and Mellow dashed down them to the main room. Near was sitting and building a new train set in the corner. A girl with dark green hair sat cross-legged on a couch off to the side with a book in her lap. Her hair cut at diagonal layers from front to back and tied back as a short braid. Her clothes were her own style of a long-sleeved blouse and a black skirt that went down to just before her knees. Then a few inches past her knees were long black and white stripped toe socks that were housed in black sandals. Circular glasses shimmered as her head moved to look up at the commotion. Mellow recognized her as Soji. She was one of the minor residences in the House, but she was one of few that were not afraid of Mellow.
“Mellow,” Near said flatly, “What is wrong now?”
“Nothing!” Mellow nearly shouted.
“You seem angry about something,” Near replied coldly.
“Nothing! Dam it! Didn’t you hear me?”
“Then why are you so tense?” Near asked.
“None of your business!” Mellow nearly shouted again.
“Then stop making so much noise. I’m trying to read!” Soji jumped in.
“I wasn’t talking to you!” Mellow growled.
“Well from the loudness in your voice, I would say that you were posing the answers to the entire House. If you are not, then I suggest that you shut up,” Soji answered looking back at her book.
“Don’t talk to me like that!” Mellow barked, “I don’t care if you are a woman! I’d beat you down here and now!”
“Mellow you are childish, and I don’t care if you try to beat me up. I will just have Ryuza beat the day lights out of you,” Soji answered returning to her book.
“Ryuza? Oh your boyfriend. He’s not that tough! I can take him!” Mellow trusted.
“Not that tough hu Mellow?” Ryuza asked standing behind Mellow. Ryuza was taller than Mellow and all around a bit bigger in muscle. His short black bangs crisscrossed in every direction but the majority of his hair was straight and fell down to the back of his neck, and his sharp features gave him a military look. Mellow turned back to Soji who had resumed reading her book.
“Mellow, don’t try beating Ryuza up. We already know that he aced all his physical exams with the highest grades in the class. Plus we also know that he is very protective of Soji. And the fact that he is also intelligent, you can’t fool him out of beating you up. If you continue, there will be a 93.23 chance that you will suffer extreme injuries, and a 33.94 percent chance that you would die,” Near called.
“Now that is no fun giving the answers!” Soji called, “You could have at least left him to figure it out himself!”
Ryuza grabbed Mellow by the shoulder. Soji walked over and gabbed a piece of chocolate from Mellow’s pocket. She broke off a piece, handed the other piece to Ryuza, and ate her piece. Mellow’s pupils contracted leaving large white areas in his eyes.
“My chocolate!” Mellow sobbed.
Ryuza’s hand gripped Mellow’s shoulder tighter.
“Um….well you see….um….Soji….I’m sorry?” Mellow tried.
“Ryuza, you are so protective. Thank you. I think this baka has learned his lesson.”
“Aw Soji, that was no fun!” Ryuza smiled. Soji stood and gave him a hug.
There is a 56.24 percent chance that those two will be married sometime in the future. Near thought.
“Ah man! How could this day get any worse?” Mellow asked, “I can’t figure something out! I nearly get beat up by Soji’s boyfriend, and on top of all that! I ate the last bit of chocolate I had!”
“What couldn’t you figure out?” Near asked calmly.
“How to play this stupid chess game! Someone left the game and rules outside my bedroom and wrote that it was a good game to learn how to play if I ever wanted to beat you, Near. I figure that it was Roger, and that was his present since it is my birthday!” Mellow answered in near angry sobs.
“Mellow, you need to play other people for you to understand it,” Near said flatly, “sometimes an action of the game are better understood than words.”
“Like that proverb actions speak louder than words!” Mellow said excitedly.
“We lost him again,” Ryuza sighed.
“Good grief Mellow, when I thought you couldn’t get any denser,” Soji sighed.
Mellow scowled and scowled again. He felt the counters of his face twisted this way and that.
“Hey Mellow! I found a chocolate bar in my closet!” Matt called appearing from around the corner of the hallway, “It nearly melted all over my game boy!”
Mellow looked happily towards Matt who threw the chocolate at him. It was a wonka bar chocolate. Mellow felt the bar hit him in the face, and he sunk to the floor.
“What is wrong?” Soji asked.
“That is simple Soji,” Near answered, “It is dark chocolate.”
“I hate today! I HATE IT!” Mellow cried.
Just then, a large group of students appeared from behind the furniture. Mellow felt his pupils constrict.
“Happy Birthday Mellow!” they all exploded.
Mellow looked around stunned. Roger was putting a chocolate icing chocolate filled cake on the table, and student after student put a present on the table. Soji looked down at her book but threw a present from under the pillow she had been leaning on. It was no bigger than a tissue box, and Mellow opened the red wrapping paper slowly. There was a card attached and it fell to the floor as Mellow opened it. Realizing the card, Mellow bent down and picked it up. Mellow was written in bad handwriting on it. Mellow opened the card and read silently to himself.
Mellow,
Sorry I tortured you with that chess game, but Near said that was the only way that we could make sure that you didn’t leave your room. This is my way of saying happy birthday.
Soji
Mellow opened the box and looked inside. A wonka chocolate factory gift card for fifty thousand yen sat inside.
“Soji,” Mellow sighed.
“And we all knew that with your fast and scatter brained ideas, you would never begin to understand the game, so you would be in there forever!” Soji laughed.
“Soji! Why you!” Mellow started. Then he looked to Ryuza and sighed, “thanks Soji.”
Hey! My friend was humming the tune for "It ends to Night" by I think All American Rejects? (If you know the real artist please let me knoe. I know music, but I don't know the artists. Go figure.)
So anyway here are the new lyrics with a Death Note theme. It is only the chorus.
When darkness turnes to Light
It ends to night it ends to night
Just a little of L's insight will make it right, but
It's too late to fight
It ends to night it ends tonight
Ya that is pretty much it. Well I also have another song that is from "Hey Now you're a rockstar" than goes to Death Note. My friend was singing it and gave me the ok to put it on here. It is a full song. Light is suposed to be singing.
Somebody once told me the Note was gonna roll me
I am the sharpest tool in the shead
L was looking kinda dumb with his finger and his thumb in the shape of an L on his forehead
Well you can't stop running you can't stop coming
Slow down but hit the ground running
So much to do so much to see
So much more than th eTokyo backstreets
You can write with the Note
You can't write without a Note
Hey now your Kira
Get your game on, L will pay
Hey now you have Misa
Get your Note back
And make them pay
But now Kira's kingdom is gone
Only L's soul will live on
Ya for those that I have already sang the song for, this is how it actually goes. I checked with Ryuza several times.
