hh_mirror | And the truth shall be used against you in every way possible ((closed RP, Mello, Matt, A))

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And the truth shall be used against you in every way possible ((closed RP, Mello, Matt, A))

So, Matt and L...ouch, the thought alone hurts. But, Matt seems happy with L...or maybe I'm reading way too much into what I saw in the bar. Between finding out Near is indeed ticklish and practicing, though, I haven't had a chance to really find him and ask him. And, asking in the bar would have been...well, even I'm not that direct.

And, since I still want to be able to talk to him, I'm not sending him an owl.

So, I've been tracking him down. I start at the library, then the Great Hall, then his room. Why I didn't try here first, I don't know. It would have saved me time. I don't hear sounds of gaming as I knock, but there are some sounds behind the door.

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Matt gives him a sympathetic look.

"You can think about now, maybe? I mean, we can do whatever we like... we don't exist here," he says suddenly. "There's no seventeen-year-old Matt or Mello running about."

Trying to pull myself away from the abyss of 'life with no goal' I turned to Matt and said, "I'll think about it if you think about how you feel about L." Probably not my best deal, but I'm sure it's equally traumatizing.

"..."

Matt stares at him for a moment. Then rubs his forehead.

"Fine. I'll think about it."

He was going to, anyway.

I nod. "And, I'll think about it..." I swallow hard. A problem with no solution. What does a driven, over-achieving, too smart for their own good, doesn't work well with others genius do for a living if not be L?

"... there's gonna be something," Matt says. "You could probably take over the world, if you wanted to."

"And then they'd expect me to run it. I had administrative bullshit." I sigh, "But, if I did it right, I could play hide and seek with Near and L, at least for a little while." I wonder how long I could hide from them? Not physically, but hiding evidence.

"That could be fun. But dude, you live with Near. He'd have to notice something."

I grin. "That'd be half the fun." I look around the room before leaning in and whispering, "Wanna do it?"

Matt blinks.

"... take over the world?"

As tempting as it is, "No. Just something that'll give Near and Ryuzaki a little mystery to play with. Nothing dangerous, just entertaining."

He hesitates, but it's only for show and they both know it. When has Matt ever been able to say no to Mello?

"I'm there. Do you have something in mind?"

I think for a moment. "Something interesting enough to catch their attention, but benign. Detention, while entertaining, is not something I'd like to repeat." I stare out the windows high under the ceiling. "Maybe start with anonymous little notes left all over the castle...things disappearing randomly... If we take things from the right people, they'll go to one of them anyways because they're detectives." I frown, "It's minor, but...what do you think?"

"What sort of notes?"

Matt's pulling out a cigarette to go with his 'meal'.

I think for a moment. "They have to look like they mean something, like there are clues hidden in them." I think for a moment. What kind of clues would drive them both to figure out what's going on? "Obscure references to cases that they both would get, but would look like nonsense to others. But, also enough 'white noise' to hide those references or it'll be too easy." I look around again. "And, we'd have to make ourselves look targeted, too."

Matt snickers.

"Okay. I suck at lying, though, so if we target ourselves I probably won't talk about it much. You know more about the cases than I do, too..."

Yes, Matt's taking the backseat on this. That's just what he's used to.

I frown a little. "If you talk less, then it'll look suspicious." I chew on my lip a minute. "This will take careful planning, especially since we're going up against L and Near and don't want them to find out we're the ones behind it." I steal a couple more of his fries. "I'm gonna have to think about it." Anyone else and it would be easy.

"I won't suddenly shut up the minute someone brings it up," Matt says. "I mean, I'm not going to bring it up myself. But let me know when you've got something figured out."

I nod abstractedly, my mind not on what was going on around me. I reach for my pockets. No chocolate. "Damn it," I grumble.

"Didn't you come down here for chocolate in the first place?"

Matt sounds amused.

I pull a sour face and point to the cup in front of me. "That is not chocolate. That is sugar dressed up to pretend it's chocolate."

"Yeah, but you could ask for a couple of bars."

I frown. "They only have sweet chocolate here. They don't know what real chocolate is." I'm not whining. "Though, Mr. Wednesday had some really good drinking chocolate. From Central America, some xocolatl, bitter water, it translates to." I sigh. "I'm gonna have to go back to my room to get any decent chocolate."

"Wednesday... the Runes guy?"

Matt doesn't really like chocolate of any kind, but he knows a lot about the different types simply through osmosis.

"You want me to come up with you?"

"Yeah, the runes teacher." I shrug. "I talk to him sometimes. He helps me clear out my head, like an old wise guy, y'know." I stand, leaving the mug on the table. "Yeah, come up. I can bounce ideas off you."

"Wise old guy," Matt grins. "Nah, he seems cool. I asked him about Runes before I started my computer thing."

He stands, considers stubbing out the cigarette, then decides against it. Nicotine is a wonderful thing.

"Lead the way!"

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