title: [Insert witty band name here] - Part 5
rating: PG
disclaimer: don't own 'em, never will.
parings: Read and see. ^__^
minor spoiler: Everyone's real name.
Summery: The story is set in England's countryside where four good friends decide to form a band to pass the time. Alternate universe where the characters are the same age and in highschool.
We are also learning about the lives of Light and Sayu Yagami, and why they have been sent to London.


Part 5

Sayu felt so much happier that evening than she had in a long time. She hadn’t smiled since she was told she’d be sent to England and she had feared she would never be able to again. Though she still missed her love, the one she felt she was destined to be with no matter what, she was glad she had managed to find some sort of stability in the foreign land she was forced to live in.

Today’s events were something that could be said to be rather peculiar, but all in all had turned out to be quite fun. And she had made friends! Who some, to her delight, could speak fluent Japanese and, though they decided not to all the time, could help her out if she had trouble understanding a teacher or her fellow classmates.

After running out with the loud girl who just grabbed her hand (fighting her beyond belief) and hiding amongst small crowds of students on the oval, Sayu immediately made her first friend. Linda, who was in the same year as Sayu, was nothing but friendly with her, and they found out they had lots in common. She was also, not fluent, but rather good at Japanese, and taught Sayu some words that had been troubling her during her first few classes.

“The boys from before, who are they?” Asked Sayu slowly, determined to get her English correct. Linda gave a smile, and gulped down the last bite of her sandwich.

“Oh well, the quiet one, with the white hair, that’s Near, or Nate if you will, but we call him Near,” She paused as Sayu nodded, clearly remembering the boy who had addressed her with perfect Japanese. “Then there’s his best friend, L - yeah that’s his real name - he is something of well… a prodigy, but doesn’t show it. He’s also Wammy’s son. That’s why he didn’t run, because there’s no point really is there? Gosh he gets it rough sometimes,” Sayu understood, and was surprised that the stiff suited old man was the father of the strange sleep deprived looking boy. In all honesty at first glance of L’s profile, she was reminded of the scary perverts on the trains back in Japan. But after she heard him speak, she quickly pushed the idea out of her head; he had such a mysterious but innocent voice.

“Mello,” Continued Linda after a moment, “The blond haired one, well, he can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but all in all he’s a good guy I suppose. Oh, his real name if Mihael. And then there’s Mail, who prefers to be called Matt, don’t know why, the red haired one with the goggles on his head – yeah him-,”

Sayu was starting to wish that Linda were saying all this in Japanese, because whatever she was saying, she was saying it too fast.
“You won’t find one without the other,” She continued, not noticing Sayu’s confused face. “Matt is nicer then Mello, you’ll find, but he’s usually playing a video game or something, and acts like the thing is more interesting than people,”
“Um… okay,” Sayu figured she picked up enough of it to understand that Mello and Matt were not to be messed with.

So her brother had certainly made friends with some strange people. Something Sayu never thought possible. Light was always so straight laced and to even consider getting involved with these kinds of people was probably causing him some kind of internal suffering. Sayu couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her lips.

It was after the day’s events she found herself in an old tin shed that had a boyish smell to it, mixed with the salt air that drifted in from the nearby shore. It was cold, but strangely cozy with its random bits of hard-rubbish-furniture and old equipment, including a TV (with several consoles scattered about the base of it) a mini bar fridge (full of chocolate and fizzy drinks) and a beaten up but powerful sound system.

She sat next to Linda who was talking animatingly to the boy called Mello, who did nothing but grumble at her and munch continually on a bar of chocolate. He, Matt and Near had just finished setting up a drum kit, keyboard, amps, guitars and a microphone. It seemed this would be the place that the band, with its newly acquired (but not happy) singer, would practice and play. Sayu was eager to hear them perform together, but they seemed to be waiting for the boy called L, who had yet to arrive.

There was a small ringing noise from a silver mobile on the table in front of her and Near picked it up and flicked it open. He paused for a moment, twirling a lock of hair in between his fingers and then snapped it shut again.

“L will be here in ten minutes. He’s got the sheet music with him, but says for everyone to warm up,” Everyone but Light, who was sulking at the window, Linda and Sayu, got up and went to their designated instrument.

Mello sat down behind the drum set, clicked his drumsticks and banged out a quick beat. He seemed to be doing rather well, until he fumbled when he tried to complicate the tune.

“Ah, and here we were thinking you had practiced,” Chided Matt as he swung the leather strap of an old bass guitar over his shoulder. He ducked just in time to avoid the drumstick that Mello had thrown at his head. The stick landed at Light’s feet, and without a thought he merely picked it up and threw it back at Mello (who it didn’t reach, as this time it hit a non suspecting Matt. Mello laughed hard.) and stared back out the window.

Sayu’s mouth opened a little at this. The Light she knew would have blown it at such a juvenile act, not ignore it.
“What’s the matter?” asked Linda from next to her. Sayu shook her head.
“Nothing,” She answered quickly.

Suddenly a sorrowful, heart-wrenching tune rang out through the shed. Near had begun playing his battered violin as if someone had just died. Everyone was quiet for a moment as they simply listened to the haunting sound. It was such a sad song thought Sayu. Then, as if planned, a subtle base sounded in under it. Matt had taken the lead from Near and played, strumming his fingers about his instrument. Slowly, Mello drummed in a dull beat that complimented the tune and all three played together as if they had been doing it for forever and a day.

It was beautiful concluded Sayu, and according to both Light and Linda’s faces, they agreed.

Near stopped playing suddenly and as if to no one said, “Enjoy detention?”
“Don’t I always?” answered a voice from the door. Sayu and Linda jumped. There stood L. His uniform now so untidy and hair such a mess he looked as if he had just crawled there.

“What took you so long?” asked Matt.
“I was cleaning. Told you I’d take care of those fliers,” Replied L with a grin. He now walked about the room handing papers to each member of the band.
“And Wammy?” Near asked as L passed him his sheet music. L gave his friend a tired smile.
“Thinks no more of his son than he does the gum I stuck underneath his desk,” Mello, Matt and Linda laughed at this. Sayu hadn’t really understood but smiled along with them anyway. Near looked slightly dejected but said no more.

Finally L turned to Light, who had been (surprisingly) quiet the whole time.
“I’m still working on the lyrics, but I’ve got some stuff thrown together here,” Light took the paper, but still said nothing. Sayu looked her brother over. She could tell he was concentrating on something, his mind working furiously. Maybe he was still deciding whether he would sing for them or not. But after a brief moment, in which it seemed L was waiting to see if Light wanted to protest, he remained silent.

“Ah, I didn’t see you there, Linda. Thanks for the tip off earlier,” L said addressing them sitting on the couch.
“You’re welcome L. I hope he wasn’t too hard on you,”
“Never. Ah, and you’re Sayu Yagami correct? Thank you for convincing your brother to sing for us. I’m very grateful,” Sayu was a little taken back by his English to Japanese, but she managed a genuine smile.
“It’s still up to my brother whether he is to sings for your band or not. Though I hope he does,” She replied, looking past L to her brother. They all turned to Light (except Mello, who didn’t understand Japanese very well) and waited.

After a long moment, Light gave out a sigh.

“Okay, I’ll sing for the band. But I’m only doing this to shut you up Sayu. If this gets in the way of my studies, I’ll quit… And don’t tell Mum and Dad!” He added with a fierce glare.

“I wouldn’t worry about that Light,” She replied in English “I don’t think I’ll ever talk to them again,” Sayu had meant it too. She currently loathed her parents. Light gave a startled look but said no more.

“Well it’s time we practiced. Ah, Near, you got the keyboard, good. I shal- “ L was suddenly cut off by an odd ring tone that vibrated from Sayu’s bag. Flushing red she dived for the phone.
“Sorry!”

Opening the phone she let out a small gasp.

“Don’t you dare answer that!” Light sneered. He knew exactly who it was by her reaction. Her glistening eyes a dead giveaway. He flushed with an embarrassment that his sister seemed to always cause these days.

Giving her brother no acknowledgment, or anyone else in the room for that matter (Matt and Mello looking particularly peeved, they just wanted to start playing already) she leapt from the couch and put the phone to her ear.

Despite herself, and with everyone looking at her, she started to tear up. She couldn’t help it, desperately trying to control the building pressure of emotion that seemed to want to erupt from her.

“Sayu! Sayu, oh finally!” Rang a high girlish voice through Sayu’s body. Her heart thumped madly in her chest and tears streamed from her eyes.

“Misa!!” She cried. “Misa! Oh baby! How I missed you!”