Hahahah I was bored....It goes to that very begining pokemon sone 'I want to be the very best' I plan to do it with all the characters singing....
Light's version
I want to be the very best
That no God ever was
To catch L is my real test
To kill him is my cause
I will kill across the land
Serching far and wide
Each Death Note
To understand
The power to kill inside
Death Note
Gotta kill em all
Hearts so blue
I know I will pull through
You teach me
And I'll teach you
Death Note!
.....................ya...................here's L's version
I know I am the very best
That no one ever was
I catch Light is my real test
To porve he's Kira is my cause!
I will travle across the land
Looking far and wide
To Find the Note
and understand
The power that's inside!
Death Note Gotta stop em all
Hearts so true!
I know it will pull me through
You teach me
and I'll teach you
Death Note!
Gotta stop them all!
...............................now Near's..............
I know that I'm the very best
That in the past L once was
To catch Kira is my real test
To avenge L's death's my cause
I will travle across the land
Searching far and wide
To stop Kira
and understand the power that's inside
Death Note!
Gotta burn them all!
Hearts so ture
I know it will pull us through
You teach me and I'll teach you
Burn the Note!
Gotta stop them all!
...........................I liked that one with the burning......no Mello...
I want to be the very best
That no one ever was
To catch Kira is my ral test
To beat Near is my cause
I will travle across the land
Searching far and wide
To steal the Note and understand
The power that's inside!
Death Note!
Gotta steal them all
Hearts so true
I will beat Near too
You teach me
And I kill you
Death Note!
Gotta get them all!
............That was scary to write...Mikami............I'm afraid........
I want to be the very best
That no one ever was
To Kill criminals is my real test
To love Kira is my cause!
I will kill across the land
Loving Kira and at his side
Each Death Note to understand
God's power that's inside!
Death Note!
Gotta kill them all!
Hearts so ture
My love for Kira will pull me through
You teach me and I'll teach you
Death Note!
Gotta kill them all!
....................that's all...........I don't want to do Misa or Matsuda.....they would be hard..............I'm thinking about doing this with other songs.........please comment!
This was when Light gave up his memories to help L catch Higuchi and get himself freed. L fans please don’t kill me.
“Hey L,” Light said leaning back in his chair. They had just gone through a large amount of information about Yotsuba, and the information had taken its toll. “What keeps you going like that. I am so tired.”
“If you are tired Light-kun then you should sleep. I can process the rest of this information on my own,” L answered.
“No that is fine,” Light answered, “logic says that it is all the high calorie sweets that you constantly eat. If I ate like you, I would be fat.”
“Light-kun, where is this going?” L asked.
“No where I guess I am just becoming delusional. I will go take a nap if that is fine with you,” Light answered.
Light stood and walked off pulling his end of the chain with him. The chain was just long enough for Light to reach a couch and lay down comfortably. In a few minutes Light’s slow and relaxed breathing entered L’s ears. Could I have really made a mistake thinking that Light-kun is Kira? Hmmm and where was he going with that sweet question? Speaking of sweets, I need Watari to get me some more strawberries.
In that moment, visions of a past once begged to be laid to rest resurfaced. Back to L’s childhood they went. Back to pain that L himself had to block out of his consciousness. The feeling of the cold and snow and the bells came into full focus. Feelings long buried were being forced to the surface. The feelings of cold, the feeling of pain, and the feeling of hunger were once again alive.
“Mommy, I’m hungry,” L complained to a woman as the snow fell slowly around them. L himself was in oversized clothes handed out generously from the shelters. L was only five at the time and could not understand why he was always so hungry. It was late in the day, and street lights were already starting to come on. The snow reflected the street lights as they came down in shimmering flakes. Any other human being would have considered this a beautiful sight, but L hated it. Snow meant cold and cold meant it was harder for his mother to get a job, and cold meant there was no food.
“I’m sorry baby,” L’s mother nearly cried.
She was a poor woman with barely a single yen to her name. A husband gave her a child but then died in a car accident. Now this quiet woman was struggling to raise a child who learned at a very early age what hunger was. All she could say was ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again as her child asked why there was no food. What this woman could not conceive was that her child was a genius or the fact that he thought her beautiful. All she focused on was getting enough food to survive in the cold of Japan.
“Mommy, it’s alright. Don’t cry Mommy. I’ll protect you. Don’t cry,” L repeated over and over again, but the woman continued to cry in the ice of the winter.
L grasped his mother’s hand and slowly walked her down the sidewalk. His hair too long jumped in front of him and blocked his vision, but L proceeded forward. There was nowhere to go, no house to find, no family to see, but there was pavement to walk and small joys to watch from afar.
A child begged his mother for a toy not far away, but the mother continued to protest telling the boy that Christmas was coming, and he should wait to receive gifts rather that beg like a child. L knew too well that there were not going to be Christmas presents. There never were and there never would be. That was how things were. L clasped his mother’s hand tighter as she began to weep at seeing a normal child and then looking at her child not being able to give him the simplest of gifts- food and shelter from the ice.
“It’s alright Mommy,” L smiled. Already he had learned the soft smile that made his mother smile back, “We’ll be okay Mommy. We always are. Don’t cry.”
Just then, a man appeared on the street. L froze as his eyes caught the look the man was giving his mother. They were devilish eyes that wanted to harm, to crush, to kill. It seemed as though everyone on the street had vanished into the ice and snow.
“Hello there, pretty lady. Why don’t you ditch the kid and come talk with me about your payments,” the man cooed. The stench of sake was so pungent that even from the few feet away he stood, L could smell it. L felt his mother’s hand tighten around his.
“No,” L said, trying to sound as fierce as he felt inside. No one was going to hurt his mother.
“Ah, the brat has fangs. Sorry laddie, but I have a bit of business with your mom here,” the man chuckled.
“I don’t have the money,” L’s mother said flatly, “I will try to pay you back as soon as I can. I need more time.”
“Time…I have given you six months. Isn’t that enough time? Well, time's up. If I can’t get my money, you will pay with your deaths,” the man said and held up a gun.
The fear that shook his mother traveled into L himself. She tried to hide it, but when she became afraid, L’s mother shook. It was as if the ice outside was entering him, trying to freeze him to death. He felt the ice freeze inside his eyes and bury down creating what would be later in life dark circles. L’s mother moved in front of her child instinctively. L clung to her hand tighter, but she had stopped shaking.
“God spare my child,” she whispered.
“Stop!” a voice boomed angrily.
L looked to his left and saw a police officer running towards them.
“Dam!” the man cursed. He aimed the gun and pulled the trigger before the police officer could stop it.
The bang was only the first part. More bangs erupted from the police officer’s gun as twelve bullets entered the man that had wanted to harm, but the damage was already done. L’s mother fell backwards onto L who was splashed with her blood. The snow absorbed the blood like a sponge and became bright pink. L felt he could move, but the pure terror froze him. His mother was breathing slowly now as more blood pooled onto L’s oversized clothes.
“My baby,” was the last words L’s mother said as she left the world of the living.
“Mommy,” L cried from beneath his mother. He managed to move out from under her and placed her head in his lap. Tears froze into ice as they streamed down the crying boy’s eyes. He could not move. Even when the officer came and placed his arm around the boy, L did not move.
“Are you alright?” the officer asked softly.
“Mommy, my mommy is….” L cried and buried his head into the officer’s jacket. The officer placed his arms around the sobbing child and picked him slowly up. He had already called an ambulance and other officers to the scene, and as people rushed around trying to understand what happened and this, that, and the other, the officer held l close to him.
Doctors confirmed that L was fine but that the man and woman later identified by people whose names and faces L would never know were dead. It was later learned why the shooting had occurred, but the officer did not let anyone near the child. L stayed in the officer’s arms as he was taken to the police headquarters.
“My mommy, my mommy…she was killed. My mommy was killed,” L sobbed into a blue jacket. The officer had no words that he could find that would make it any better, so he remained silent and sat down in a swivel chair. He rocked L until the child had fallen asleep. Even then, L did not release the officer’s jacket, so the officer sat with him for what seemed like an eternity.
L awakened in a warm bed with the smell of strawberries and cinnamon rolls waiting for him on a desk to his right. He was still in the police headquarters, and the officer that had rescued him the night before was asleep in the swivel chair only a few feet away. Someone had changed L into soft pajamas, and as L’s feet hit the floor, the officer looked up from his sleep.
“Hello,” the officer said calmly, “I am Officer Soichiro Yagami. Do you want to tell me your name?”
L remained silent, but the officer did not press him any further.
“I had sweets ordered in for you. You seem thin. Eat as much as you want. If you need anything, feel free to let me know,” Soichiro said as he stood and walked a few feet away. He turned and looked back to the boy, “Are you going to be okay?”
L shook his head, and Soichiro walked back to him.
“Then I’ll stay with you. How does that sound?”
L nodded and walked towards the food. He had never eaten anything that looked and smelled this good before. It seemed like a dream, but as he picked up the cinnamon roll and placed it in his mouth, L felt the sugar buzz through him. It was as if he had missed something he knew nothing of all his life. He ate more and more. Soichiro went away for a few minutes and brought back more sweets. L ate and ate until he felt his stomach was full. It was an awkward feeling, but it was good.
“Thank you,” L said softly.
“You’re welcome, and I am sorry. I see in your face that you know what happened,” Soichiro started, “I was too late, and your mother died. I am sorry.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” L answered. He did not hate this officer. This officer had saved his life and tried to save his mother’s.
“You know, when I joined the Japanese police, I head a friend say that justice would always prevail. I don’t think that I can bring your mother back, but the man that shot her is now dead and will never harm anyone again. So in a way, justice did prevail. I’m sorry that it cost your mother though,” Soichiro said quietly.
The good guys always win, L thought.
After that, L ate more and found that sweets gave him an outlet for all the fear and pain that he needed to lock up. He refused to talk to any psychiatrists or the like, and instead focused on bidding the pain from himself. The sweet taste fought the pain and suffering and pushed them far back into the corner of L’s mind where it would stay. The sugar also gave him energy to study and become a genius. L was placed in foster care where his intellect was noticed by Watari who took him in. L studied and became an excellent detective and solved the unsolvable cases. The words that the good guys always win gave him the strength to go beyond and become the best detective in the world.
L picked up a piece of cake and was about to take a bite when he heard Light stir.
“L….” Light said dazedly, “can I have some cake?”
“I thought sweets would make you fat Light,” L answered.
“I was having bad dreams. Please, can I have some cake?”
“Fine,” L answered. Kira, enjoy your sweets. Justice will always prevail, and I will prove that you are Kira soon enough. You are Kira and act like a god. You are not. And I will catch you.
Ok this is what happened to the Death Note before it became Light’s. I had some help with the main idea from a friend.
Mellow looked in the mirror at his reflection scowling back at him. It was Saturday, and most of the children in the House were out going about their own business. Near had gone to the toy store, Matt disappeared into a Game Stop near the House, Soji disappeared into a jail called a bookstore , and Ryuza went to the gym. There is nothing to do! Mellow sighed.
Mellow washed his face and went into the kitchen. It was only nine in the morning, but it was completely empty. Well I could always get some chocolate. Mellow thought happily. Mellow opened the refrigerator and felt shock run through him like the blast of cold air that had slapped his face. There was no food in the fridge! Roger must have gone out to go buy more food.
Mellow walked out of the House and into the fresh air. It was a spring day, but the temperature made it feel like summer. Venders and children crowded the streets. Mellow stared out and proceeded down the street. From across the street, Mellow could see Matt playing one of the free trials of a game displayed near the window. Mellow thought to go get him, but then stopped. Matt is happy. There is no reason to make him suffer boredom with me.
Mellow continued down and spotted Near’s toy store. Near was nowhere in sight, so Mellow moved on. Soji’s bookstore was coming up, and this time and Mellow stopped and walked inside. The cool air was nice. Soji was reading something near the back about the configuration of cells in a body. Behind her unknown to any of them at the time was Mikami reading about law and order.
“Hey Soji!” Mellow called. The entire bookstore looked up at him and told him to shush. Mellow though of a few choice curses to use but dismissed them when he saw the look Soji was giving him. The expression of the “eyes of death” was written by William Shakespeare that Mellow had been forced to read in class. Now he understood the “eyes of death.” These were the eyes Soji was giving him at the moment. Mellow walked towards her despite his constant protest from all of his nerves.
“Mellow, what do you want?” Soji hissed angrily.
Mikami who had been watching the entire procession was trying to keep a straight face and was failing. This girl was very mad, and she was going to release it all here in a private showing. Now if only God would let me see these shows more often. Mikami thought. (This is before Light finds the Note, but Mikami still believes in God to a high exstent.)
“I was just board, and….um….,” Mellow had lost his words in a drain of mumbiling.
“You could get me kicked out of here!” Soji hissed under a smile of kindness. The contrast between her features and her voice are scary, Mellow thought.
Soji grabbed a black book from the shelf behind her not looking at it and threw it at Mellow with the force of a base ball pitcher. K.O. by Soji, Mellow dazedly fled the premises.
“Wait!” Soji called. Mellow had taken the black book with him. “Baka,” Soji swore.
“Miss? Are you going to pay for the book that man just took?” a cashier asked.
“Um…what book was it?” Soji asked.
“It is an old title by a person called Ryuk. There was only one copy put into circulation, and it has been in here for a long time. It’s called Death Note. It is only fifty yen. Are you going to pay for it?”
“Fine,” Soji sighed, handed over the fifty yen, and sat back down in her spot. Teru Mikami bought his law and order book and exited the bookstore.
Mellow ran blindly through the streets until he was out of breath and had to stop. It was at that time that Mellow realized that he had a book in his hand.
“Death Note hu? Is this the book that Soji threw at me? Well I have nothing better to do, let’s take a look inside,” Mellow sighed. His lips moved with the words written in the book, “the human whose name is written in this Note shall die. This Note will not take effect unless the writer has the face of the person in his or her mind when writing the name. What is this crap! Stupid book! And after that it’s blank. What do they expect? Do they think I’d actually kill someone? That is so stupid! I wonder if I could trade it to someone for something.”
Looking around, Mellow realized that he had run all the way to Game Stop. Matt was still playing in the window, and as his score continued to escalate, people were gathering to watch. Mellow pushed open the door and was flooded with cheers as Matt broke the previous record. Someone had gotten him a cigarette, but it stayed pressed against Matt’s lips unlit.
“Tobacco chewing,” Mellow sighed. It was Matt’s new way to stop smoking. He had tried so many times before to stop smoking, and this was his final straw. As Mellow pushed his way through the crowd, Mellow was pushed up against a man watching Matt play.
“Hey! Watch it! You can’t just bump Hiro Kazame and get away with it!” the man said angrily.
“Shut up f****r,” Mellow growled back.
“What did you just say?” Hiro yelled.
Remembering the Death Note, Mellow got out the book and proceeded to write the man’s name down. It was just meant as a shock to the man, but when Mellow finished and showed the note to the man, Hiro screamed and ran out of the building. Little did Mellow know that Hiro Kazame died that day half a block away.
“I knew this thing really didn’t work,” Mellow said aloud, “Hey Matt! Time to go home!”
“Fine,” Matt said, stopped, and put the game controller into the hands of a child no more than ten. “Go for it kid,” Matt smiled. Later in life that boy would grow up to be a professional game designer bound and determined to push the limit of gaming as Matt had done. As they walked out of the Game Stop, Mellow threw the Death Note to the ground and stepped on it.
Teru Mikami stared at this interesting book. He had been walking down the street when he saw the loud blond haired boy from earlier. This must be the book that the girl threw at him. Let’s take a look inside. Mikami read the rules and nearly laughed himself to death. There was no way any of it could be true. Only God could do that! He is the judgment of the world. Mikami walked a little ways past a toy shop and left it on a side bench.
Near stared out of the confines of his self-entwined prison. Several of his trains were going at once, but it was becoming boring now, and so he stood and walked out of the toy store. His clothes were not pajamas but still comfortable clothes. He walked a little ways back to the House when he saw the Note.
“Death Note,” Near read, “That is stupid and terrible. It deserves to be thrown off one of those skyscrapers.” Near smiled at his thought and began his trek to the closest skyscraper. Coincidentally, the nearest skyscraper was the Yotsuba building. Near got on the elevator with several eyes staring at him coyly. He reached the top and threw the Note off the building.
The Note fell farther and farther to the ground, but it was stopped by a flying shinigami named Ryuk.
“What the hell?” Ryuk asked, “It’s my Note! I’ve been looking for it! Crud, I though looking for my Note would be more fun. Maybe I’ll let it fall and wait five days. If nothing happens, then I’ll go steal more apples from those idiot farmers. (Actually at that time there was an apple famine in the U.S.) Hopefully it will be more fun. Well, later Note!”
Ryuk threw the Note once again into the human world where it would be later found by Light Yagami.
Soji Note
The human whose name is written in this Note shall be beaten up by Seta Soji until they cry.
Light looked at the Note left on the ground. It resembled his Death Note, and yet on the front were the words “Soji Note.” What it amounted to was a name. Soji meant nothing in English or Japanese. Light stared at it from his school window dazedly. His Death Note was packed safely away in the desk he had designed back home, but here laying in the exact same place the Death Note was left was a Soji Note. As the end of school was sounded by the chiming of bells, Light walked out to the Soji Note. It was black and leather bound just like the Death Note, but people seemed to ignore it as they had the Death Note. I wonder if Soji is the name of a shinigami. Light thought. It was plausible to a certain extent, but as Light touched the Soji Note and found no shinigami watching over it, he opened the Note.
Inside the Note were a set of rules just like the Death Note, but these were far weirder. The first one stated that the human whose name was written in the Not shall be beaten up by Seta Soji until they cry. What kind of Note is that? Light wondered.
The second was even more buzzer than the first. If you write the cause of being beaten up, the person will be beat up that way. If you don’t write the cause, the person will simply be beaten up by a rampaging Seta Soji. This is so a fake Light thought, but the eerily similarities between the two forced Light to take the Note and put it in his bag.
Soji lay staring at the ceiling of her room at the House. There was nothing to do, and her newest book had been finished three hours ago. Ryuza had suggested going outside and playing a sport, but Soji knew from past experiences that she sucked and that was that. Then Amy tried to convince her to hear one of the stories of the great three successors which Soji instinctively tuned out. A fan circulated air currents through the room, but Soji felt it was still too hot. It was as if a fire were burning somewhere in the House. Suddenly things began to grow blurry and fogged. She felt her body move off the bed, but was not sure what was happening. It was as if she was seeing herself from another point of view. Somehow she had changed into her karate clothes and was walking down the Tokyo Street and towards a prison. Then Soji did something she felt broke every law of physics imaginable. She walked through a wall!
The prison was dark and depressing, but the faces of prisoners created depth to the otherwise bleak area. Soji felt no hate to any of the people there, but she suddenly went on a rampaged and beat the daylights out of one of the prisoners. Then her body commanded her to walk away, but she did not go home. Instead, she walked down foreign streets and wound up at the house of Light Yagami. Soji scaled the siding easily and climbed through Light’s window.
Light looked up as a green haired girl came through his window. The Soji Note was still on his desk, and he had tested it on one of the criminals in a local jail. The fogginess went from Soji’s mind, and once more she had control.
“You!” Soji nearly yelled, “What in hell did you do?!”
Light was thrown back by the angry words of this green haired girl. She said the most fowl things in both English and Japanese. Swearing almost sounded like her religion. As Soji heard herself yelling, she began to wonder what was wrong with her. She had never been this mad before. That was something that Mellow usually did.
“Now tell me what you did!” Soji finished after a long rant about how Light must have been born in a trash bin in Afghanistan to be such a bad person.
“I have no idea what you were yelling about,” Light answered as calmly as possible to this angry demon like girl.
“You did something! I just walked through a wall and beat up a guy in jail till he cried!” Soji flared at Light.
“It worked?” Light asked stunned. So a person really did get beaten up if he wrote the name down. This could be very useful.
“What do you mean it worked?! Was it some kind of drug that makes hallucinations or did I really just walk through a wall and then scale your house to get in!” Soji asked angrily shaking Light like a toy.
Light slipped his hand towards the Soji Note, but Soji noticed it first.
“A Soji Note? What are you a kind of stalker?” Soji asked her temper about to explode.
“That Note is nothing!” Light said too hastily and Soji read his action as scrupulous and grabbed up the Note. As her eyes read over the rules, Soji felt anger go through her like a bullet. Was this the form of control? Even if it wasn’t I have to destroy it and beat the daylights out of this guy.
Soji looked to some homework that Light had been doing and read off his name.
“Light Yagami,” Soji read as she wrote the name in this book. In a split second she was back in the hallucination and was beating up Light. Finally he was knocked out and beads of tears escaped from his eyes. So the book works! Well you will never control me again! Soji grabbed the book and climbed down from the window.
Back at the Wammery House, Soji burned the Note in the back yard so no one could use it again. Then she looked out at the beautiful new day that had formed, went back to her room, kicked Amy out, and went to sleep.
Near set up his dice into the form of a pyramid. He was in a private room at the moment away from the screens that made up approximately 97.23% of his life. The pyramid was one that he had constructed many times before. It was a simple square pyramid with all its angle degrees equaling 45. As he worked, Near became more and more dismayed by his creation. He took it apart time and time again, but there was something constantly off with it. He worked for more than an hour, but the only thing that he managed to accomplish was to aggravate himself. Yes emotions were brought to the surface only when needed unlike the tragic emotional Mellow. A few seconds later Giovanni came in.
“Yes?” Near asked trying not to show the irritation in his voice.
“Near, the second L is on the line. He wishes to speak with you,” Giovanni reported calmly.
“Tell him I am busy at the moment,” Near answered.
“Is that wise, Near?” Giovanni asked.
“Maybe not, but I am busy,” Near answered.
Giovanni stared for a second then turned back toward the main room. All the screens blared the stiff L icon. Without even seeing it, Near felt its presence irritating. That was the second L. That was the man who Near knew for a fact was Kira. That was the man that killed the real L. That man was the one who believed he could become a god of death. No he was not a god. He was a heartless murderer. There was no difference between the criminals killed and the killed L. Kira believed in death to those of pure hearts as well as those with less pure. He had given up his humanity for the Death Note. That man would be stopped at all costs. And yet this was not the time to think of that man. This time would be used for what was always needed in times of stress. This time would be used as a break.
Giovanni’s footsteps clicked and could be heard as they reentered the main room. The clicks stopped as Giovanni came to what Near knew was the table with his walkie-talki. Giovanni pressed the walkie-talkie that was Near’s transmitter and the sounds of L came through.
“Near I believe we….” Light started on the other line.
“Near refuses to see you at this time L please call back later,” Giovanni cut in.
Shocked for a second, Light asked, “What do you mean he refuses?”
“He is busy, Goodbye.”
Light was left with a scowl on his face. What was that about? He thought.
Near heard the walkie-talkie placed back down on the floor. His room was completely silent. Nothing except the clicking sound of his own dice against each other existed. The beats of the corners as they were stacked this way and that could be compared with a heart monitor of someone in a coma. This way and that the dice were stacked.
L, Near wondered, what is your tomb like?
The sounds of the clicks of dice continued with Near unaware of himself. As he began to come back to himself, Near realized what he was making. The pyramid had become a square Christian tomb. It was nothing grand. No it was rather simple. Just the way that L liked it. He had preferred simple material things such as sweets and…..bells. Yes, L had liked bells. There was a time when L had come to the Wammery House and shown his love of those two eternal things.
It had been a snowy day right before the Kira investigation had started and after Christmas had ended. School would start soon, and then the trees would bloom. But that would be in the future. Now was the time in-between when Mellow got restless and terrorized the House with his excess energy. It was the time when Matt would hold up in his room with a new video game threatening to have Mellow beat anyone who came within three feet of him. Yes technically it was the most boring time of the year. That was when he chose to come. That was when L chose to come and pay the House a visit.
He came late in the day when the snow was slowing. The sun was shining its last across the terrain and entering the west windows. Near had been in the front main room building a train track he had received as a Christmas gift from Roger. The front door opened bringing with it snow and a thin lanky body, but Near did not look up. Sandals were shed by the door, but the train remain Near’s foremost focus. The shuffling of feet across the floor was lost to Near. Finally the sound of a voice caught his attention.
“So you are Near,” a soothing voice stated.
Near’s eyes rose to meet this new voice. It was a rather young looking man. He wore a long white shirt and blue pants. His skin was nearly as pale as Near’s, but what really captivated Near was the man’s eyes. These eyes were large and black. Bags were cuddled under the eyelids, but the eyes were pure and full. No matter how hard Near tried, ne found that he could not look away.
“I’m L. So you are the one that has made such good grades here,” L smiled.
Near felt a tingle of excitement run through him. So this was the L that was the genius that could solve unsolvable cases. This was the man that had existed as the idol of the House. He was young and thin, but his eyes were those of someone who knew. Knew what? No one knew.
“Yes I am Near, but Mellow and Matt make good grades as well,” Near replied trying to sound apathetic.
“Ah yes those two as well. I came to say hi to my future successors. Come let’s go and get the two M&Ms.”
“A pet name?” Near questioned.
“You could say that. The only reason I said it was because it relates back to well…sweets. I use the sugar in sweets to give me the energy to solve the unsolvable. Cake is the best though. Oh sorry I am droning. I could probably find a sweet name for you too.”
Near felt his face become scarlet.
“L….”
“Sweets are good. Let’s go raid the cabinet. No let’s get Mellow and Matt and then raid the cabinet.”
The two walked down the halls of the House until they came to Mellow and Matt’s room. The door was slightly ajar. L grabbed the door and pushed it fully open. The room contained a cross between two very different tastes. On Mellow’s side the walls were black and the bed spread was at best a pile of sheets. A desk with a chair under it stood off to the side. Leather clothes stacked on it showed the owner to of the desk to be Mellow. His picture that would in the future be bartered off by Near was in a frame above the desk. Mellow himself was sprawled out on the floor with what looked to be a “How to be a Better Bully” book. The other side of the room was quite different. The walls were a deep red color with random pictures of singers and actors that included Misa Amane. His bed was well kept, but the bedside table was a mess with cigarettes cases and lighters. A few dozen video game consoles and games were scattered on the floor and near what appeared to be an easy chair. Matt was sitting on the window sill that separated the two sides of the room smoking a cigarette and playing a game.
“Cigarettes are going to kill you,” Near commented to Matt. The redhead looked around as Mellow looked up.
“Leave it to you to be the optimistic one,” Matt answered.
“So these are the second and third of the school. Hello Mellow and Matt. I am L.”
Silence engulfed the room, but after five seconds of strange and awkward looks, Mellow jumped up and grabbed L in a hug.
“OMG OMG OMG!” Mellow exploded as he slowly released the shocked but rather happy L.
“Is he always like that?” L asked with an astonished face.
“No usually he is more like a guy, he is kinda like a girl when he does it,” Matt answered, “You get used to it after like five years of living together.” (Sounds kinda like a marriage hu?)
“They are both emotional,” Near droned.
“Hey! Don’t insult me!” Mellow growled.
“It wasn’t an insult it was a fact. There is always a 63.23% chance that you will be melodramatic,” Near said keeping his straight face.
“So that is where you get the name Mellow from,” Matt laughed. His cigarette dropped from his mouth as Mellow socked him a hard one.
“Matt! You should be on my side!” Mellow bared his angered fangs.
“Well now that we have met, let’s go get cake and sweets from the pantry,” L dropped in.
Silence once again consumed the room as everyone once again reevaluated each other.
And so the students plus L snuck past Roger and raided the kitchen of the sweets. To make things interesting, Matt was humming the “secret agent” tune. Mellow made dramatic movements as if he was a secret agent with L following close behind while Matt followed walking straight and upward with an unlit cigarette to the side of his mouth. Near felt this was a tad overdoing it, but it was rather comical to see L, the greatest solver playing secret agent. He walked a tad behind them all. (author’s note: I know we all don’t know if Near can walk, but if anyone knows for sure please tell me!) They nearly got caught three times, but each time they managed to slip away.
“We did it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Mellow said triumphantly as they sat on the rooftop eating the sweets.
L reached for the last milk chocolate bar, but was stopped by the sound of bells far off in the distance. He froze for the few seconds that the bells rang. Near watched this strange action and as L’s eyes changed as he heard them. Instead of eating the chocolate, L picked it up and threw it in the general direction of Mellow.
“Here Mellow eat this,” L said, “it has a lot of sugar and is a really good sweet for someone like you.”
“Chocolate? I have never been a real fan, but ok.” Mellow took the chocolate and ate it where he sat. “Mmmmmmmmmm it is better than I remembered. What kind is it?”
“Milk chocolate, it tastes better than the dark chocolate that you probably tried. Now Near try this candy!” L said as he handed Near what looked to be a thin piece of bread rolled into a cylinder and dipped in chocolate. “It is called Pokey”
“Pokey hu?” Near asked as he took the Pokey.
He took a bite and found the taste favorable. He took another and soon found himself asking for more.
The bells sounded again and L froze.
“Why do you do that?” Near asked.
“Every time I hear bells, they remind me of those that have died. Good people who have died in the pursuit of justice. These people I honor and they keep me fighting for justice. Near, always remember to fight for justice. That way, justice will always prevail,” L answered.
And with that he smiled. It was that smile that awakened what had seemed to sleep inside of Near all this time. Yes he would be like L and fight for justice.
And now Near returned to his dice. They remained in the formation of a tomb, but Near used his index finger to push them over. The motion was complete and the tomb fell into a pile or dice. Near looked away from his destruction to what could only be described as human chess pieces. There was one for all of those in the second L’s task force as well as his own. Kira was running out of pieces now and soon it would end.
“As long as I live for justice, Kira will never win, and L is not really dead for his virtues are with me now.”
Extra:
Light continued to look at his speaker. Did Near really refuse to hear what he had to say? What was that all about? Could he be planning something? Did he receive new evidence that I am Kira? Has he found something about Misa? No I had Misa give up all her memories. She knows nothing. Maybe he found out about Mikami! Could it be? This is most troubling.
“Light, if you keep that face it will get stuck and you will never keep Misa as your girlfriend,” Matsuda laughed.
Light reached over and grabbed Matsuda’s sandwich. (If you don’t get the joke here, read Light Dreams)
“Shut up Matsuda.”
