Death Note Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Life's a Game ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Ugh. This is why I hate going out. Mail Jeevas now stood in front of the arcade version of Guitar Hero 3. A crowd of people were gathered around him, watching him rage the extremely difficult Dragonforce song. If my PSP were working, there’s no way in hell I’d be here. . .
After the song ended, the screen for the high scores popped up. Of course, the first place mark was flashing, beckoning him to enter his name. The people in the front of the crowd leaned closer to get a glimpse of this guitar god’s name. Much to their dismay, the only name he entered was “Matt.”
Matt looked at his watch and noticed it was nearing 10 pm. And sure enough, a staff member came to verify that. “Sorry guys, we’re closing in a few minutes. . . You’ll have to come back tomorrow.”
God, I hope they don’t all come back tomorrow. . .
A few mutters of protest were voiced, but the people soon dispersed out into the street. Some complimented Matt on their way out, while others just gave him encouraging smiles. With some effort, he managed to not roll his eyes. At least the girl from earlier left me alone. . .
“Matt!” A harsh voice interrupted his train of thought. “Where the hell have you been?!”
“Sorry, Mello.” Matt looked at the cold-eyed teenager in front of him. As usual, the blonde had a half eaten chocolate bar crammed into his mouth. “The arcade is the only place I can go to get my game-fix each day since someone broke my PSP.”
“Whatever,” Mello shot back. “If you weren’t so addicted to those damn games, maybe you would be L’s successor instead of me.”
Matt coughed. “Near. . .”
Mello shot him a harsh glance. Matt decided it would be best to avoid any further confrontation, so he popped a cigarette into his mouth and pulled out his lighter. His companion raised an eyebrow. “How the hell did you make it through the day without one of those? You’re a damn chain smoker!”
Matt grinned as he lit the cigarette. “Hey,” he started, “as long as I have either a game in my hands, or a cigarette in my mouth, life is good.”
Mello sighed and rolled his eyes. “You’re never going to get a girlfriend.”


The sun had just set moments before Aurora stepped into the driveway of her small (painfully small) house. As usual, she could hear her parents screaming at each other, even from outside. God. . . I hope Evangelos is in our room. This argument didn’t sound particularly awful, but she just hated the thought of her little brother being alone with those drunken dirtbags. Honestly, she couldn’t understand why he didn’t go with her when she left.
Aurora quietly tiptoed through the front door (she’d had much practice with that.) and started her trek towards her and Evangelos’ room. On her way through the hallway, she stopped at the liquor cabinet and grabbed her favorite peach schnapps. I’m gonna need this to get to sleep. . . When she entered their room, she saw Evangelos in his bed, pretending to be asleep. “It’s okay, Evan, it’s me.”
Evangelos threw the covers off of him and sat up in his bed. “Oh, thank God, Rora.” He stood up and hugged his older sister. “I thought you weren’t gonna come home till way later.”
“How long have they been going at it?”
“I stopped keeping track.”
Aurora tossed him the bottle. “Here, you probably need this. . . Plus, it’ll help you sleep.”
He nodded and spoke softly. “Yeah, th-thanks. . .” He took a couple of sips and continued the conversation. “So, where’d you go?”
“Eh,” she replied, “Just at the arcade.”
“Oh, nice. Beat anyone’s scores?”
Aurora grinned. “I kicked everyone’s asses in Soul Blade.”
“Haha. . .” Evangelos’ laughter subsided as soon as he noticed the eerie silence that had just overtaken the house. “Shit. . . You hear that?”
“Nope.”
“Exactly.” He sighed. “Well, one of them is either unconscious or dead.”
Aurora thought for a second and nodded towards the bottle in her brother’s hand. “Better get that back to the cupboard.” Oh well. . . I’ll get to sleep eventually.
Evangelos took another gulp of the liquid before nodding and handing it to his sister. “Yeah, careful.”
She grinned over her shoulder on her way out the door. “They can’t do much more to me, right?” She gently knocked on the wooden door frame as she stepped back out into the hallway, closing the door behind her.
Aurora made sure she was extra quiet as she made her way through the seemingly never-ending hall. She just needed to turn the corner, and then she’d be home free. (The liquor cabinet was right there.) Alright. She was so close. Not tonight, asswipes. She turned the corner and the bottle fell onto the floor, followed by Aurora’s body. She was out cold and asleep much sooner than she’d expected.