What's In A Name -A is for--DEATHNOTE-What's In A Name -A is for--DEATHNOTE- by *punkette180
Dammit! The tower wobbled precariously as I tried, as carefully as humanly possible, to inch the block out of its foundations. I was the only one who seemed to be struggling. Stupid game... I'd quickly learnt that playing Jenga with L was instantly a losing battle from the word 'go'.
Oh yeah, we were playing Jenga. I wasn't trying to demolish a real building or anything.
I'd discovered that playing Jenga was L's superpower. I played Jenga like a normal person. L on the other hand... I swear he had some kind of x-ray vision that allowed him to see through the tower. He had some ridiculously perfect ability to know which blocks were loose and which weren't going anywhere without even having to touch them.
No wonder he'd chosen this when I'd pushed him into playing something with me. I knew how much he hated losing. Though I could tell that the game didn't offer any challenge to him, so maybe he'd chosen just to shut me up.
I could hardly complain though
| If I were Kira, you would be dead right now..... future member.|
Please join and submit lots of art of Misa!
Misa, it's an L fan-club
And give me APPLES!
Submit art of me and give me CHOCO! Or I will blow you up!
Mello, don't threaten people, this isn't even a Mello fan-club.
But it's also a Wammy boys club
True, please submit lots of art on Death Note, the Wammy boys, and me!
And of God! He is all mighty and righteous!
Not here Mikami! eh heh I mean... who is Kira?! Tell us!
Wounded PrologueWounded Prologue by ~JAIS6Artist
Michael Keehl stood in the Italian office, slipping on the last piece of his thick armor. A tall, robust figure was turned away with a stony expression and twinkling eyes. The curtains were drawn, making the room seem almost underground.
"...You made mistakes in your past...trusting L...thinking you could succeed him...but all of that's behind you, isn't it?" The figure asked, some of his graying hair falling over his eye.
"Yes." Mello said tonelessly.
"You are MY successor now. You know that, don't you?"
The old man smiled coldly and asked, "From now on, will you obey my every order?"
"Will you eliminate my enemies?"
The old man smiled darkly and held a red diamond with the Borgognoni Vimercati family crest on it. Mello blinked at it. He knew that once he put that on, it would make him property of this man's family. It included one of his five new-found enemies, but he quickly brushed that thought aside.
"And will you kill my niece, L, and th
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