A/N: Well. Hi? This is my first ever story on here so be nice. I don’t mind crits, but I would appreciate a few good comments too. I’m not a stranger to fan fiction, but I’m still working out this site, so this may all go horribly wrong. Anyway, on to the story. This is basically just a drabble I thought up after having some weird dream. Based in the Wammy House, and what I believe to be some scenes in vol.7 of Death Note, my mind made up this weird story that involves the ‘top 3’. Yeah, I don’t get my mind either, but I hope you all enjoy this. This is only the prologue-y thing, so expect longer and more detailed stuff later.

It’s all set in first person, from Mello’s point of view. I may mix it around a little later on, but this is what you get for now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note in any way, shape or form. But I sure as hell wish I did.

Have you ever wondered what the meaning to life is? It’s a stupid question to ask I suppose, because everyone does at some point. It’s difficult to ignore that one burning question that no one knows the answer to.

‘Why am I here?’

Life is pretty pointless. You’re born, you live, and you die. That’s it. Then you’re gone. Just like that.

And when it does come to that, what do you think will happen? Will you go to heaven or hell? Or be stuck wandering the earth forever? Or will you be reincarnated as something new? Or will nothing happen at all?

I have to admit, I don’t really like the idea of just being gone.

I mean, come on, why go through the trouble of living if all you’re going to do in the end is die and nothing interesting happens? If that’s all that happens, then life can go fuck itself.

…

Ever heard the phrase ‘Carpe Diem’?

It’s Latin for ‘Seize the day’.

Seizing the day is pretty much my philosophy. I want to do something; I do it, no excuses. It’s a good thing to live by in my opinion. Eventually everyone’s going to die, and you’ll probably end up regretting your life when you’re old and can’t do anything. Imagine all the things you could have done. Imagine all the things you could have done differently.

If you ask me, everyone could learn a thing or two from ‘Carpe Diem’.

Anyway, putting that aside.

I guess all stories need some kind of opening, and mine was pretty shitty if you ask me, but oh well. You’ll have to just deal with it. I don’t give a shit anyway.

Now I just need to start this somehow. Well, I could start at the beginning I suppose. Not right at the beginning though, because who ever remembers that crap anyway?

Ok, enough with the ranting. I’ll go back to the first few things I remember. And don’t expect anything special, because I wouldn’t consider any of this ‘special’.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The keys of the keyboard softly whispered as my fingers jumped from one to the other in the eternal darkness of the library. The only thing lighting my way was the glowing screen before me, which seemed even more painfully bright than it did earlier on. I was always a little over the top with assignments, mostly because I wanted to get them over and done with before anyone else. I didn’t have much left to do either, so it wouldn’t be long now until I could just drift off to bed and stay there until I had to get up tomorrow. Or… this morning. Was it passed midnight yet? It seemed like ages since I started this stupid essay. And a nap was starting to sound really, really tempting.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I paused for a moment as I raised a hand to my aching eyes, trying to rub away the annoying little voice that kept whispering at the back of my head. ‘Go to sleep Mello’ it repeated over and over, ‘You know you want to’. No, I was going to finish this now, even if it killed me. Even if I fell asleep while doing it. Even if my fingers fell off or became so numb they’d never be able to type again.

Well… maybe not that last part.

A finger falling off was just plain gross.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Near had already finished, naturally, and Matt had barely even started, so it was my duty to finish next, as always. I could stand being second again for now, but third would just be degrading. It had always been that way since the very beginning. Near was first, I was second and Matt was third. Nothing changed that order. Ever. And I’ve always hated it.

No matter how hard I try, I never get to be first. I wonder what it feels like…

Tap. Tap. Tap.

But I guess it can’t be helped. At least I’m better than Matt. He’s not the sharpest tool in the shed, if you catch my drift. But he’s not a bad guy either. What I’m trying to say is that he’s a bit of a slacker, but somehow manages to stay third best out of everyone. How does he do that? I have no idea. Maybe all those video games improve your concentration or something? I wouldn’t be surprised. That’s all he ever does. I can’t really imagine him as the next L. He’d be more of a… ‘Best gamer in the world’ than a ‘best detective in the world’.

Now that I think about it… what would it be like if Matt surpassed everyone?

That was disturbing.

And made me a little pissed off too.

Not just because I detested losing, especially to someone like him, but also because I was thinking about him instead of doing my work. That stupid little ruddy haired, game-obsessed freak… Why the hell was I thinking about him for? He was no different than the others in this stupid house!

I scowled at the screen and groaned quietly to myself as I quickly saved my work, a little more than thankful that this was all over with. I’d only just been able to finish it, no thanks to stupid Matt and his stupid… stupidity. I wasn’t dense. So why was I letting my thoughts distract me? He had no right to invade my mind either. We were friends, barely, but there was no reason for me to think of him. Especially at a time like this.

“Stupid Matt…”

I folded my arms in front of me, leaned them on the edge of the desk and rested my head on them gently. A little nap would probably help my pounding headache…

“Mello? Hey, Mel, wake up… Dude, are you dead?”

“Ngh…”

I opened my eyes a fraction and raised my head. It took a moment or so of rapid blinking to notice that I was still where I was the night before. Or early this morning. I hadn’t bothered to check the time when I fell asleep.

“G’morning Mel, have a nice nap?”

I groaned again as the bright light that shone through the window eventually took its toll on my still tired eyes and I quickly shut them again.

“What time is it…?”

“I dunno. About 11 I suppose. Why?”

“Shit…”

It wasn’t much of an answer to the ‘why?’ but it was good enough for Matt, so he patted me softly on the head and sniggered,

“You need to learn to relax a little more, Mel. You’re going to work yourself to death if you’re not careful.”

“Shut up. Your words of wisdom aren’t helping.”

Seriously, they weren’t.

“Then you should really try cleaning out your ears and actually listening for once.”

He gave me another gentle pat on the head before raising both his hands to his own head, now adjusting his trusty goggles, that always seemed to be perched there, “I mean, come on, have you ever even tried listening to my advice? It could really help.” He turned on his heel, making the floor screech loudly in pain, and gracefully made his way out with a hum.

He probably didn’t even know I’d caught that cocky grin of his just as he’d turned away.

“Geez, I thought he’d never leave.”

Sometimes it just seemed like Matt’s true goal in life was either to become the best gamer that ever lived, or to annoy the hell out of me until I was forced to kill him. It wasn’t the best goal either, if you ask me. Sometimes he just bragged and bragged, on and on, until you couldn’t stand his excruciatingly aggravating little voice anymore. On other occasions he wouldn’t even open his mouth because he was too busy with his games to even care. In other words, it was difficult not to be annoyed at Matt. It was what he did best, after all.

I turned to face the towering window on my right and narrowed my eyes. For 11am, it sure was damn bright. From this angle I couldn’t see much, but if I had enough energy to stand I would have been able to see some of the other kids running around outside. Matt was probably out there too by now. Football (A/N: the British kind, not the American kind) was probably the only sport he played that didn’t involve pixels or pressing buttons. And he was good at it too. Well, he wasn’t as good as me, but he was better than Near, who never did anything but sit around solving those repulsive puzzles of his. Maybe he was allergic to exercise? It sure seemed that way.

I then put both my hands on the edge of the desk and slowly got to my feet, shaking a little as I rose. I must have been working well-passed midnight, I figured, and hadn’t slept in the best of positions, so I was aching all over by the time I’d stood up straight.

Note to self; don’t ever fall asleep at a desk again unless you want heaving back pain in the morning.

I could have sworn I’d had enough energy to at least make it to my room. But apparently I was wrong.

Stifling another groan I began to cross the room slowly, a slight limp in my step, hoping I could just take one day off to recover from my traumatic night of awkward sleeping positions and blaring computer screens (my eyes still hurt from that, too, if you were wondering).

I eventually made it in to the hall and began making my way towards my room, one arm hanging lazily at my side, and the other raised so my hand was covering my mouth as I yawned. Maybe it would have been best to take supplies with me? I’d never been a big fan of coffee or any other kind of caffeine-filled drinks. Chocolate was my trusty friend. Sometimes it was better to keep it plain and simple. The sugar would have helped me out a lot.

I can’t remember whom, but I vaguely remember someone saying I would be the most likely to live off chocolate, and be able to survive on it alone. I wasn’t sure if this was a compliment or not.

Putting addictions and sugar aside, my thoughts had carried me quite a long way down the corridors, and I was pretty close to my room now, and hadn’t been stopped. Can someone say success?

I couldn’t wait to be back in my own bed again, taking refuge with only a bar of chocolate at my side to keep my company. But that was all I needed. Like I mentioned before, I was already extremely well known for my addiction, and to be honest I was damn well proud of it.

…

I bet I could beat Near in a chocolate eating contest…

A/N: Aaaand, that’s it for the first chapter-prologue thing. Blah blah blah, I don’t know what else to say. Reviewplz?