If I can\'t see you.. You can\'t see me
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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male
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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,364
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own Death Note (Damn..) and I don't get any money for writing this PoS <3 xD
Chapter 2
The gentle Mario theme nudges my unconsciousness until I’m slowly prodded awake. Eyelids flutter open to take in the bleached ceiling as my fingers run across the plaster grooves. I hear a soft shuffling from my bottom bunk and take a few moments to remember that I now have a roommate. With a soft thunk I rock back onto my heels to soften my fall, padding over to turn off my alarm clock. I certainly hope Blondie has some way to get up. Oh well, it isn’t my job to take care of him.
My gameboy on the desk is pocketed and I grab a handful of games as well- ready at a lectures notice. Blondie is sleeping peacefully now that my alarm has been shut off, good thing I’m a light sleeper and can’t stand loud alarms. I stretch and ruffle my hair since I can’t stand the catholic school boy appearance it takes on when brushed.
I peek out the blinds to see that it’s still dark out, nodding the information to myself before leaving the room. Don’t want to deal with the new kid who’ll surely need help with everything. I slip my shoes on before leaving the room as silently as I’d entered the night before.
The halls are still hushed at this early hour when the sun hasn’t even risen so I don’t come in contact with anyone else. The soft tinkling tunes of my games flow through the halls to serve as the only companion I need, who needs a sibling to fight with? Parents to tell you what to do? I’m perfectly content with my games.
The pixilated character jumps behind a tree as soon as I hit A, unseen by my potential attackers, “If I can’t see you, you can’t see me.” Eventually my game is saved and turned off to preserve the batteries as my morning hunt for food begins, I have thirty minutes before whoever prepares the food comes in here and I’d rather not deal with anyone.
Shuffling quietly I grab a bowl, spoon, cereal, and milk before sitting on the counter to enjoy my morning feast. Sometimes I’m a little more creative, but not often, anything more filling would take time that would cut into my games. My dirty dishes are unceremoniously dumped into the sink and I return the milk and cereal to their original locations. My game is switched back on as I walk out of the kitchen towards the front yard. I’m about to look up to check that the halls are clear when I bump into someone and glare over the top of my game at the figure who’s now sprawled on the ground.
“Oh, just Blondie..” I murmur to myself, stepping around him to head down the hallway before I’m shoved harshly against the wall, the light fixtures that hang only inches above my head rattling violently.
“What the hell?” I hiss, my coveted gaming system falling to the ground where I leave it. It’ll be safer there in case of an altercation.
“What the fuck did you just call me!?” He half shouts, looking as though he’s about to kill me. I only now realize that it’s the first time that I’ve heard him talk and smirk at his accent.
“You sound weird.” I say, not noticing the words even leave my lips until my head knocks into the wall. This time I kick out, “That’s really getting old.” And it is, I’m not used to being pushed around or even noticed but I think I may have found the only person in the damn world capable of getting under my skin.
He’s clutching his stomach although he doesn’t appear to be in too much pain and he’s sneering at me. Actually fucking sneering at me. This guy has issues, and I’m not in the mood to keep my thoughts to myself.
“Go get some fucking psychiatric help.” I snap at him before picking up my game and quickly plodding down the hall, my angry footsteps echo down the halls and overpower the relaxing melody of my gameboy.
“What a jerk.” I mutter a final time, surprised by the way I sound. I’ve never really paid any attention to my voice, everything has always been mechanical so I usually spout things off and return to my game. I don’t notice the outside world, it’s only me and my games here - but now I have an intruder.
* * *
I’m taking the halls as quickly as I can, seriously. What. The. Hell!? Who’s fucking sick idea was it that me and Blondie would share our first three periods of the day together? If I have to deal with his smart-ass tone one more time I’m going to yank my hair out. I exhale harshly as I find one of the seats concealed in the back, smashing the game buttons furiously while casting a cautious glance towards the door.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I manage between clenched teeth, I really can’t take this anymore. I slide my books haphazardly into my bag and storm back out of the class, almost managing to knock pretty boy down on my way out. Too bad. I can sense the awkward stares on my back but really, I couldn’t care less. I’m sure the rumor mill will be churning until dinner, and I’ll get to deal with more stares tomorrow - but I’m not going to put up with Blondie for another moment.
Quickly and quietly the afternoon passes, aided by my video games and unnoticed by the world. It’s perfect. Silent other then the music that I choose to hear. Every now and again I’ll kill the volume or turn it back up, looking for a slight change in my otherwise constant world, but that’s the way I like it. Just me.
The door to the room crashes open and I wince before scowling at my roommate, “What the hell are you doing in here?” He sneers.
“It was my room first, you go deal with it.”
“No way.” I’m not sure what he’s saying it about. Utter disbelief that he ended up with me? Unwillingness to go have someone change our rooms? Whatever… Mario is more interesting at the moment.
“Live with it or deal with it, you don’t have many other options.”
He rolls his eyes at me and pulls out all the textbooks, letting them spill over the empty desk in the room before switching on a light and thumbing over the pages. Maybe he isn’t so bad. I turn down my game volume out of respect, deciding that if he isn’t going to bug the hell out of me maybe I’ll tolerate him. I glance up when I hear the crinkling of a chocolate bar wrapper. Or maybe I’ll kill him in his sleep if he keeps up that sort of noise.
My gameboy on the desk is pocketed and I grab a handful of games as well- ready at a lectures notice. Blondie is sleeping peacefully now that my alarm has been shut off, good thing I’m a light sleeper and can’t stand loud alarms. I stretch and ruffle my hair since I can’t stand the catholic school boy appearance it takes on when brushed.
I peek out the blinds to see that it’s still dark out, nodding the information to myself before leaving the room. Don’t want to deal with the new kid who’ll surely need help with everything. I slip my shoes on before leaving the room as silently as I’d entered the night before.
The halls are still hushed at this early hour when the sun hasn’t even risen so I don’t come in contact with anyone else. The soft tinkling tunes of my games flow through the halls to serve as the only companion I need, who needs a sibling to fight with? Parents to tell you what to do? I’m perfectly content with my games.
The pixilated character jumps behind a tree as soon as I hit A, unseen by my potential attackers, “If I can’t see you, you can’t see me.” Eventually my game is saved and turned off to preserve the batteries as my morning hunt for food begins, I have thirty minutes before whoever prepares the food comes in here and I’d rather not deal with anyone.
Shuffling quietly I grab a bowl, spoon, cereal, and milk before sitting on the counter to enjoy my morning feast. Sometimes I’m a little more creative, but not often, anything more filling would take time that would cut into my games. My dirty dishes are unceremoniously dumped into the sink and I return the milk and cereal to their original locations. My game is switched back on as I walk out of the kitchen towards the front yard. I’m about to look up to check that the halls are clear when I bump into someone and glare over the top of my game at the figure who’s now sprawled on the ground.
“Oh, just Blondie..” I murmur to myself, stepping around him to head down the hallway before I’m shoved harshly against the wall, the light fixtures that hang only inches above my head rattling violently.
“What the hell?” I hiss, my coveted gaming system falling to the ground where I leave it. It’ll be safer there in case of an altercation.
“What the fuck did you just call me!?” He half shouts, looking as though he’s about to kill me. I only now realize that it’s the first time that I’ve heard him talk and smirk at his accent.
“You sound weird.” I say, not noticing the words even leave my lips until my head knocks into the wall. This time I kick out, “That’s really getting old.” And it is, I’m not used to being pushed around or even noticed but I think I may have found the only person in the damn world capable of getting under my skin.
He’s clutching his stomach although he doesn’t appear to be in too much pain and he’s sneering at me. Actually fucking sneering at me. This guy has issues, and I’m not in the mood to keep my thoughts to myself.
“Go get some fucking psychiatric help.” I snap at him before picking up my game and quickly plodding down the hall, my angry footsteps echo down the halls and overpower the relaxing melody of my gameboy.
“What a jerk.” I mutter a final time, surprised by the way I sound. I’ve never really paid any attention to my voice, everything has always been mechanical so I usually spout things off and return to my game. I don’t notice the outside world, it’s only me and my games here - but now I have an intruder.
* * *
I’m taking the halls as quickly as I can, seriously. What. The. Hell!? Who’s fucking sick idea was it that me and Blondie would share our first three periods of the day together? If I have to deal with his smart-ass tone one more time I’m going to yank my hair out. I exhale harshly as I find one of the seats concealed in the back, smashing the game buttons furiously while casting a cautious glance towards the door.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I manage between clenched teeth, I really can’t take this anymore. I slide my books haphazardly into my bag and storm back out of the class, almost managing to knock pretty boy down on my way out. Too bad. I can sense the awkward stares on my back but really, I couldn’t care less. I’m sure the rumor mill will be churning until dinner, and I’ll get to deal with more stares tomorrow - but I’m not going to put up with Blondie for another moment.
Quickly and quietly the afternoon passes, aided by my video games and unnoticed by the world. It’s perfect. Silent other then the music that I choose to hear. Every now and again I’ll kill the volume or turn it back up, looking for a slight change in my otherwise constant world, but that’s the way I like it. Just me.
The door to the room crashes open and I wince before scowling at my roommate, “What the hell are you doing in here?” He sneers.
“It was my room first, you go deal with it.”
“No way.” I’m not sure what he’s saying it about. Utter disbelief that he ended up with me? Unwillingness to go have someone change our rooms? Whatever… Mario is more interesting at the moment.
“Live with it or deal with it, you don’t have many other options.”
He rolls his eyes at me and pulls out all the textbooks, letting them spill over the empty desk in the room before switching on a light and thumbing over the pages. Maybe he isn’t so bad. I turn down my game volume out of respect, deciding that if he isn’t going to bug the hell out of me maybe I’ll tolerate him. I glance up when I hear the crinkling of a chocolate bar wrapper. Or maybe I’ll kill him in his sleep if he keeps up that sort of noise.