Lup-ba bup-bup, ba da da dap dup bup-bup

That's from "In the Whirlpool," the DDR: Mario Mix song based on Pomp and Circumstance. It's in my head. Thoroughly.

Sorry about not writing yesterday. I was doing several things. First, I was watching the Death Note anime. That's right; Viz has finally made the downloads available! And despite the fact that I signed up for a newsletter that was supposed to inform me of updates, I only found out by browsing! Hmph. Viz is worthless at times. Often, rather.
But the anime was... well, despite my sarcasm, it was not that bad. It has drawn me in. D: I didn't mean to want to watch all of it--I only bought 6-8, the episodes they have so far that L is in--but I like it more today than I did yesterday, and I think I'll probably wind up watching most, if not all of it. (There's always a possibility it won't be all. At the moment, episodes 15 and 25 receive wariness from me.)

But more importantly!
I was a) arranging plans with Snuffles and b) buying tickets for MY VISIT TO CALIFORNIA! Woo hoo! I have the tickets now! I'm coming from the 13th to the 18th. I can't wait!

That aside.

Today I... what did I do today? Well, I looked after Cody a LOT. That's pretty much the bulk of what I did. Though I did spend some time revising the translations of LABB. To my frustration, the sentences that were hard before continue to be hard. D:

I bet you're just itching for some writing from me. But first, this is my room:

And these are my shelves:Yup, all that on the left is manga. I apologize for the messiness. D:
I'm going to paint the walls pale pink eventually.

Okay. Writing. This is going to be a little random.
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Chandelier
Clutching her elegant shrug around her shoulders, Rae slipped into the dingy restaurant.
In her graceful midnight blue dress and softly curled hair, she was overdressed and she knew it; but she hadn't been able to bring herself to dress as casually as she knew the rest of the girls would. This was an end-of-the-year banquet for the team. A banquet. Surely an event like that deserved a little primping.
It wasn't like the gap between her and the rest of the team could get any wider, anyway.
But, Rae noted with a rueful glance around, she may have dressed too extremely even for the restaurant. She couldn't help but think the place shabby. Maybe on a sunny day, it would have been prettier, but with these overcast skies the tables looked gray rather than white, and nothing shone like it should have.
Rae reported her affiliation to the host, a bored-looking young man who lazily turned away and led her to the room her team had reserved. None of the girls wasted more than a second's glance on her when she entered, but she saw them roll their eyes and snicker amongst themselves.
She sat down in an unobtrusive corner of the table and crossed her legs at the ankles, shifting her shrug again. Loathe to watch the team gossip, she tipped her head back to gaze at the ceiling.
There was a chandelier.
Against the dirty, peeling paint of the ceiling, it seemed lonely and defiant, struggling to bring some beauty to this two-star restaurant. It glimmered and sparkled warmly. In Rae's imagination (which even she would admit was overactive), it seemed like a palace made of gold and crystal.
Rae looked at her team once more and a dry dislike came into her eyes briefly. Then she looked back into the chandelier and wrapped herself in an imagining.
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Umm... I'll continue that tomorrow, maybe. It's just about bedtime for me now.

Okay, so...

I had every intention of writing this morning, really I did. But then I was really tired AND I could not find which file the fanfiction I wanted to work on was in. Finally I found it, but by then I didn't feel like writing. -Siiigh- Oh, and I went on the DN movie site to see if they had any information on that upcoming L movie... they kind of did, but not really. I said this into my OMN file:

They are now talking about the L movie but not revealing a thing about it. “You will understand the mystery of ‘L’”… Similar to the novel’s byline, ne? >> << style=""> Because honestly I don’t believe that they look that similar. I just think Mello was screwing with our minds. If the behavior was training, especially, then I think he just looks completely different.
AND BESIDES.
KEN’ICHI ALREADY BITES HIS THUMBNAIL. (If they switch that I shall never forgive them. XD)

Of course, I'm not in the habit of forgiving the movie people anyway...

Other than that, I neglected to eat breakfast, worked on my puzzle, played DDR, played with Cody, did more puzzle, went to the park with Cody, did MORE puzzle, and danced. Cody has learned to dig. This is bad.

So ya want writing, huh? Do ya do ya?

Well, here.

Part of this was already written--it's what I went looking for this morning--and part of it will be new. Warnings for swearing + possible DN spoilers. And it's not writing Near after all.

--

Near came down from the attic, hand shaking on the banister, to find Mello at the bottom of the stairs. The blonde-haired boy watched was watching his descent with a wide-eyed stare that would have made anyone else uncomfortable. But Near simply stared back and waited for Mello to speak first.
“You met L.” Of course; that was the only conclusion. They weren’t allowed in the attic otherwise. Most of the orphans didn’t even know the reason for that ban. But Mello did, and now Near did as well.
Near nodded in response to Mello’s statement, a soft smile on his face and a rare delight sparkling in his eyes. He was still having a hard time believing it. He’d met L. He might get to be L’s successor…

Mello was decidedly less excited. With a great effort to keep his voice calm, he asked, “What did he say to you?”

Damn. His voice trembled anyway.

Near looked calmly at him, pretending not to hear the tremor in his voice. “It doesn’t matter to you.”

That attitude of his. Mello was finding it harder and harder to keep his self-control. “It matters to me more than anything else in the world,” he said through tightly gritted teeth, his whole body tensed. “Tell me what he said.”

Near realized the reason for Mello’s anger, and he intended to avoid making it any worse, if possible. “Let it go, Mello,” he encouraged, walking past him. “Hearing what he told me won’t make you feel any better.”

“You bastard!” And suddenly Mello tackled Near from behind, all self-control abandoned. “He wants you to be his successor, doesn’t he?” he demanded, punching at the white-haired boy with both fists.

Near deflected every single one of the blows, but Mello kept trying anyway, attacking until he was pried off the boy.

“I’d like you to stop that now, Mello,” said the voice of Near’s protector. L. The detective held Mello’s wrist tightly as Near got up from the floor. “Would you mind telling me why you seem so intent upon beating up your fellow student?”

He knew the answer already. He had to. Near realized this, and he simply stared at the detective.

Mello didn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to look at L right now. Anger and shame and bitterness twisted in his stomach and brought him almost to tears.

“Mello, I asked you a question.” L’s voice was serious. “Look at me and answer.”

But he couldn’t, and he didn’t think he could hold back tears any longer. He twisted out of L’s grip and ran to his own room, slamming the door behind him.

L sighed and looked at Near. “Are you all right, Near?”

“I’ll be fine,” the boy replied, gingerly touching his right cheek—Mello’s first blow, the only one that had hit.

“I apologize. Perhaps I should have informed Mello beforehand.”

Near shook his head. “Then I simply wouldn’t have known why he was attacking me.” Mello would have been angry all the same; his feeling of betrayal was inevitable.

“I’ll go speak to him, then,” L said with a polite nod to Near.
(New starts here)
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Mello heard his door open and stiffened. The word pathetic shot through his head. It was L--it had to be--and here Mello was with his face in a pillow.
"Mello, you will apologize to Near later," said L's voice.
Mello didn't take his face out of the pillow, didn't say anything. His shoulders were hunched defiantly.
"Mello, look at me and tell me that you will apologize."
With effort, Mello sat up and looked at the detective. L watched the boy's face twist in bitterness. He could tell that Mello was trying to "correct" what he was feeling--but he doubted the boy would succeed.
Sure enough, rather than promising an apology, Mello burst out with, "What's wrong with me?"
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...Okay, I'm sorry. I'm not feeling that. D: It seems pointless. I'm writing something else right now, but I can't post it.

Gotz to blog, gotz to blog...

So today I spent much time playing with Cody and some time working on the Cracker Jack puzzle. I also played DDR at one point, for a half-hour. I would really like to exercise an hour a day, but that didn't happen today.

Yeah, that's pretty much all that happened. No angst for you today.
Also, I did not write anything today. Nor do I feel like drawing anything. Gomen ne? I'll try to write something tomorrow morning. (I was distracted by Cody!)

I am seriously in the mood to write something about Near, so maybe I'll look through that list tonight and try something tomorrow morning.