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a puzzle is full of confusion
"Yeah, so where is he?""Erm, yeah, guys... I don't think our roommate is exactly a 'he'.... When Matt, Near and Mello got sent to St. Phoenix, a private High School in Japan as new students, they have to get through life without dying. Or killing each other. The worst part is, they all have to share a dorm built for four people. The REAL worst part is, they have to share it with a complete and total stranger. Now, isn't that just peachy? "Our roommate is a freakin' GIRL!" Love Puzzle ; can you solve it? [* Please read from bottom up! ] |
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The Author
Hello, I'm Michelle.
I simply love Death Note and writing. So mix them up all together and what do you get? A DEATH NOTE FANFIC. BWUHAHAHAH~! Disclaimer: Matt, Near and Mello don't belong to me (sadly. *pouts*), but the plot of the story and the character, Hope, do. ♥ tagboard
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{Puzzle Piece 2} "Arrival"
 ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ "'Oh, go and get a social life!' he says," Mello grumbled irritably, mocking Roger under his breath. "'It's for your own good!' he says." He stomped angrily out of the vehicle, swinging his bag behind his shoulder, still grumbling. "Bah!" "You've been complaining for the whole ride already." Matt sighed, never taking his eyes off his video game console. He walked behind the angry Mello, his fingers pushing at the buttons at lightning speed. "Aren't you... you know, tired?" Near got out after Matt, quietly observing the toy robot in his hands. "Tired? I'm hardly finished! Don't you think it should be illegal to get kicked out of your own house?!" Matt sighed again. "And that's about the eleventh time you said that already... Ah, damn! I got shot!" He suddenly exclaimed, jerking his arm to the right, accidentally hitting Near's shoulder. Near gasped lightly from the sudden hit, his toy robot flying out of his hands and rolling away. "Ah! My robot..." "Shoot! I'm down to two life points!" Matt panicked, not noticing that Near was wandering away from them, chasing after his precious toy. Mello was already off front, stomping as he continued to bitch about Roger out loud. ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ The toy robot seemed to have developed a life of it's own, free from Near's grasp, rolling away mischievously from its white-haired owner. It rolled down a hill, towards the school's entrance gate that the cab Near, Mello and Matt had taken passed through earlier before. Finally, it seized it's rolling. Under someone's foot. ".... Hm? What's this?" The person who was stepping on Near's robot mumbled, blinking down curiously at it. She removed her foot from the toy carefully and bent over to pick it up. A few seconds later, Near finally caught up and stopped at the sight of the person holding his robot. He stared at her. She looked about his age and was about one or two inches taller than him. A student at this school? But she wasn't wearing the school's uniform. Instead, she had on a plain black shirt with a white cross and dark blue jeans. She was holding a backpack in her hand and his toy in another. "Can I have back my robot?" Near asked bluntly, sticking out his hand at the girl. She looked up from the robot and stared at him. Near could see that she had black eyes that was the same dark shade as her waist-long hair. Her mouth was a straight line and her eyes looked as if she was sleepy, or lost in thought. She stared back at him for awhile before placing the toy back into his hand. "Here." "Thank you." Near mumbled in a monotone, examining his toy for any damage. When he found none, he looked up at the girl again only to find her studying him. "I suppose you're welcome." she replied, almost with no emotion. Near merely nodded and didn't say anything more. The two stood there quietly, locked in a staring contest. "...." A gust of wind blew past eerily, ruffling through their hair and clothes. "I'm Near." Near decided to introduce randomly, breaking the silence, twirling a lock of his snow-coloured hair with his index finger and thumb. He continued to stare into the girl's eyes, returning her emotionless gaze. ".... I see." the girl said, finally breaking eye contact and putting on her backpack. "I should get going now. It's been nice meeting you. Interesting... I think. Well, til' we meet again, Near." She turned her back to leave Near, still fiddling with his hair. ".... bye." Near said, waving at her back. He glanced back down at his toy, pleased that he managed to get it back safely. Then, he looked back up, noticing the girl was already gone. Hmm, he never really got her name. He shrugged sheepishly, stuffed the toy robot into the pocket of his pants and went to climb back up the hill to search for Matt and Mello. ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ 15 minutes later... "OH MY GOD, WE LOST NEAR!" Matt screeched, his hands flying up to his head dramatically. He started to pace back and forth quickly, behind Mello who was busy talking to the lady at the registration counter. "This is bad, this is bad." The brunette's voice shook with pure panic, rubbing his chin in thought. He sucked in some air to calm down. It didn't work. "HE'S SO FRAIL AND SMALL! WHAT IF HE GOT RAN OVER BY A LORRY OR SOMETHING?! OR WHAT IF SOMEONE KIDNAPPED HIM?! OR WHAT IF HE FELL IN A HOLE SOMEWHERE AND CAN'T GET OUT?! ROGER'S GONNA CHOP OFF OUR ASSES! WHAT SHOULD WE DO! MELLO, WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!" "Oh, be quiet." Mello shot Matt half a glare and turned back to the counter to sign their registration papers. "I'm sure the little bastard will turn up eventually." "Name?" "Mello, Matt and Near." "Alright... And sign here, too." The middle-aged woman at the counter said sweetly, pointing at the paper. She fluttered her eyelids suggestively at Mello, who stared back at her with a disgusted expression. First, he got kicked out of the orphanage. Now he's being hit on by weird women with a mole on the side of their chins? Great. Just great. "How old did you say you were again, boy?" the woman asked in dazed voice. "... old enough to be enrolling in this school." Mello shot back, turning his head to the now seemingly asthmatic Matt. A disappointed look washed over the lady's face. "Would you stop it?" Mello told his friend in a snappy voice. "It's not like he's a total dumbass or anything. He'll show up sooner or later." Having said that, a sleepy white figure approaching them caught his eye. "See, he's right over there. I told you. Matt? Hey, Matt!" "What if Roger decides to blame us for his disappearance? What if we end up in jail for child abuse or something?! I'm serious, Mello, we have to do something!" Matt continued to freak out, his eyes behind his goggles, wide and frightened. "MATT!" Mello yelled sharply at him, forcing him to stop his trail of mindless panicking abruptly. "Have you been listening to a word I said?! The damned kid is right beside you!" Matt jerked his head to the side and indeed found his missing companion beside him, looking blank and slightly confused. "Oh." Matt blinked, realization slowly seeping in. He hurridly threw his arms around Near, almost suffocating him with his hug of death. "NEAR! I THOUGHT YOU FELL INTO A HOLE WHEN YOU GOT HIT BY A LORRY DRIVEN BY A KIDNAPPING CHILD ABUSER!" he cried, squeezing the confused boy tighter. "Where did you go?! Geez, if Roger finds out about this, God knows what he'll do!" Near tugged at Matt's arms until he finally released him. He breathed in air with a pained expression on his face. "Where did you wander off to?" Mello asked, glaring down at him, a scowl on his face. "You nearly gave Matt cardiac arrest, you know." "I was looking for my toy." Near replied casually, patting the toy robot hidden in his loose pants. "I dropped it, so I went to retrieve it." Mello rolled his eyes and Matt sighed, calming down fully. "Well... I suppose we should go check out our dorm now, huh?" Matt suggested, smiling weakly. Kicking up a fuss of the 15-minute disappearance of Near sure made him tired. "Yeah, sure, why not." Mello said dryly, crossing his arms. He turned to the woman at the counter, who seemed to have gotten over her painful rejection. "Hey, lady, can you direct us to the dorms?" "The dorms are over at that building over there." she gestured towards the right, to a tall, white, rectangular building. "Here. These are the keys." she continued flatly, dropping a silver key onto the desk. The key fell with a noisy clatter and Mello picked it up. He frowned slightly at her new cold tone and fought the urge to roll his eyes, in case she got even more offended. Women are such a hassle. They turned to leave, just when the women remembered something important. "Hey, wait!" she called out, bending over her desk. They stopped and turned to look at her. "I forgot to tell you..." she started off scractching her mole with a small, embarassed smile. "But... you will be sharing your apartment with one more person, since each dorm is originally designed to fit four people." "....." "WE HAVE TO WHAT!" Mello screamed in extreme disbelif. ".... what?" Matt asked absentmindedly, giving the woman a look. "Are you serious?" "Yeah..." The woman nodded, leafing through some papers. "the fourth person hasn't been decided yet, so I wouldn't know who he is. Well, it could be anyone, for that matter. Maybe someone older or younger." "There must be some mistake! How can we share a room with some complete stranger!" Mello protested, clearly angered by the thought. "Isn't that an invasion of privacy?!" "Look, honey," the woman sassed, her tone sounding rather bimbo-ish. She propped her chin up onto her palm. "There are over a thousand students enrolling in this school, and there are thousands more dying to get in. You should be happy just to even be here, much less complain. There's no helping it either. Besides, it's just one person. Surely you three are man enough to handle it?" "You heard the lady, Mello. There's no helping it." Matt said, giving a light pat to Mello's shoulder in feeble attempt to calm his friend down. His eyes were already back onto his PSP, shooting frantically at virtual monsters. "Let's just try to deal with it." ".... oh, whatever, fine." Mello finally gave up, strutting off in a storm, muttering profanities. "He's running off." Matt stated, still playing his game. He gave a gusture to Near to follow him. "Come on, Near, let's go after him. He's got the key." Near shurgged and obeyed, following the gamer as they chased after Mello. "..And don't get lost chasing after toys again, okay?" "I don't make any promises, Matt." "........" {Puzzle Piece 1} "Anti-Social"
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And he is known for his short-temper and his mule-like stubbornness. Roger's eyes drifted over to the other two boys present in the room. A brunette boy dressed in a stripped shirt and a brown vest had his goggle-hidden eyes glued onto his PSP, seemingly immune to the vicious screams of Mello. Matt; infamous for his unhealthy addiction to video and computer games. Where ever he went, he would always have some sort of video game in his pocket, and would take it out at the most random times. Roger wondered how many times the boy had went over the whole world of virtual gaming. Once, he even held up the bathroom for eight hours straight and was found seated on the toilet bowl, playing Mario cart. And finally when it came to the drastic measures of prying the game away from his protesting hands, he would just appear a few minutes later with a back up PSP. Roger often found himself seriously contemplating if he should send him to some sort of rehabilitation for the painfully addicted. Anybody could see that the boy needed help. Then, there was Near. The third boy who he had summoned into his office. Near was a boy who looked a few years younger than his true age. And strangely, he had snow white hair even though he looked so young. His attire was white too, going along with his ghostly pale complexion. He had long made himself comfortably at home on the carpeted floor, cross-legged, a few Power Rangers action figures scattered messily around him. He had the red ranger gripped tightly in his right hand, while a action figure of Godzilla was held in the other hand. He, too, was immune to the scenario taking place in front of him that very moment. More like he couldn't care less, as long as it didn't concern his toys. Roger stared dully at the three. His eyes switched from Mello, to Matt, to Near, and finally stopping on Mello's glaring face once again. He let out a long sigh. It was like a nightmare come true. Why, oh, why did he have to deal with these three all at once? "Mello, it would be best if you just surrender quietly--" "Like hell, I will." Mello spat. Roger pinched the bridge of his nose as Mello began his rant. "Do you even know what you're doing? You're asking me to enroll in a place out side of Wammy's, some lowly High school, and telling me to live in their pathetic little dorm! If you're asking me, it sounds like a big waste of time. And to top it all off, he has to come along too." He growled the last part, throwing a hateful glance at the un-offended white-haired boy behind him. Roger noticed that he only complained about Near, leaving Matt out of this. Another problem that he had to face. Mello disliked Near. Well, hate is a more appropriate word. And why? Because Near just very plainly kicked his ass at everything. Studies, marathons, cooking, you name it. Mello had always been placed second next to Near. Combined with his hotheadedness and his competitive self, this very much mad Mello's blood boil. Though, Near seemed pretty calm about it. Or maybe he was too busy playing with his toys to notice that Mello was planning his very slow, very painful death. "This is exactly why I'm forced to do this to you!" Roger's eyelid twitched a few times. He slammed his fist down onto the desk in front of him, causing the cup of coffee that had now turned cold to ripple. "You, you and you!" he pointed a stern finger at each one of the boys in the room. "Take a look at yourselves! All of you, top of the level for everything! Honestly, three of the most gifted children Wammy has ever had! Yet, you all have the same damn problem." He took a deep breath, pausing to close his eyes and rub his templates. He reopened his eyes and said in a firm voice, "You all need social lives." This time, Mello's eyelid twitched at the offending remark. The Godzilla action figure dropped out from Near's hand onto the floor and Matt miraculously managed to tear his eyes away from the screen of his PSP to look up at Roger. "You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me." Mello said through gritted teeth, stretching each syllable. "So, you're saying that in order to increase our socialbility skills, we have to move to an unkown school in an unknown area just for this sole purpose?" Near asked calmly, setting Godzilla up on it's feet. "Yes!" Roger exclaimed, throwing his hands up dramatically. "Sounds lame." Matt drawled, resumming the game that was on pause. "It's true!" Roger glared. "Let's face it; Matt, you hardly do anything else besides play video games. You talk, live, sleep, eat games. I wouldn't be surprised if you accidentally died from swallowing one of your cartridges. Near hardly communicates with anyone and rather play with his action figures than make friends, and Mello. You need to control your temper. You're scaring away the people who try to befriend you. Some of them don't even dare to look you in the eye!" "So? It's our problem, not yours." Mello snorted arrogantly. "If the children of Wammy's orphanage have a problem, then it is my duty as manager to fix that problem." Roger replied curtly. He laced his fingers together and placed his hands onto the desk. The three, even Mello, listened solemnly to his words and this caused a small, smug smile to crinkle onto Roger's face. Yes, now to finish off with an intelligent statement! Soon, he'll finally be rid of these three pests! Bwuhahahah! He laughed an evil laugh inwardly on the inside, nearly letting a snicker slip out. "I believe that once you have returned from high school, you three will be new and improved young men with brand spanking new social lives." He faked an all-knowing nod, pretending to look serious. "Trust me. It's for your own good." Roger flashed a final victory smile at the three boys before waving his hand dismissively, picking up his mug of cold coffee. "You'll be sent to St. Phoenix High school first thing in the morning, tomorrow. I suggest you get packing now. I wish you boys a nice life." His satisfied smile stayed on his face as he raised the coffee up to the speechless boys. "Now, who wants a cup of coffee?" |
