14Disclaimer: I have not, nor ever will own Death Note. Neither do Ami or Sasha... I don't think they even own brains but who knows.
Ami sat beside her best friend Sasha outside the school store with a smile on her face as she kicked her combat boots out in front of her, letting gravity help them to fall back to earth. Sasha sat, staring at her phone waiting for a text from who-knows-who.
"Ami why am I even here?" Sasha questioned curiously, no longer looking at her phone.
"Whadaya mean," Ami asked, raising an eyebrow at her purple and brown haired friend.
"I mean I don't even like Japanese stuff. Why am I going to Japan for an entire year?"
"You knew we were doing this stupid," Ami replied, rolling her eyes, "You did take Japanese all year with me, just for this."
"And I didn't learn anything," Sasha pointed out.
"It would've helped if you'd actually gone to class," Ami pointed out, smirking.
"Maybe…" Sasha whispered.
"You know I'm right," Ami stated flatly as she always did.
"No you're not," Sasha stated defiantly.
"I'm always right," Ami stated confidently. She was right over 89% of the time. Okay, that was a lie, she had no idea of what percentage, but she never remembered being wrong when it came to Sasha, plus whenever she was wrong she was normally pretty good at bullshitting her way into making people believe that she knew what she was talking about. And that was a skill that Ami was proud of.
"No…" Sasha started as she was distracted by her phone.
"Um hum," Ami whispered under her breath. Another thing that Ami always wanted was the last word. And she was determined to always get it, even if the argument was completely unnecessary.
Sasha closed her phone and sighed, looking out over the round-a-bout, "When is the shuttle gonna get here?" Ami tugged on the sheet of paper, sticking out of her enormous purse/handbag. She pointed to the pick-up date and carefully put it back exactly the way it had been before.
"Can I look at that," Sasha asked, holding out her hand expectantly.
"You just did," Ami replied, not wanting to give up the most important paper in the world. It was truly the only thing keeping her sane. Ami did not like it when she didn't know what was going to happen next. It was a side effect of her OCD, "Besides, where's yours?"
"I donnoh," Sasha replied, reading an incoming text on her phone, "Probably lost it."
"Oh well then of course you can look at mine," Ami replied with obvious sarcasm. Sasha held out her hand expectantly as Ami sighed. Sasha began waving her hand impatiently while typing on her phone one handed.
"I'm not giving it to you so quit," Ami yelled slapping at her waving hand, "Come on the bus is here so let's go." The two girls boarded the mini van, not bus in any aspect, that was headed from the college to the airport. Their luggage had been picked up the night before. All the girls had was their carry ons.
Sasha Bridgestone sat by the window on the far side of the door, still clicking on her phone. Her purple dye/brown hair hanging in her face. Ami had always said that you couldn't really tell it was purple, she always stated that it looked more liked red. Sasha would always argue back. She was a big time shopper of Abercrombie and Fitch and Aeropostle. The two stores that Ami hated. The mall trips were always interesting.
Ami Worthington got in next and sat beside her. Ami was always a bit odd. One day she'd dress punk, the next would be complete business attire, and the next she would look a bit like a skanky hooker. Not that she ever really noticed. Sasha was the one who always informed her of this, not that Ami would change anyway. Her brown bozo hair, dead from the three hour a day straightening job that she seemed to put it through, blew in the wind of the open drivers window. Ami checked her phone to see if there were any missed calls, nope. She was never really all that popular, especially with her phone, she didn't find it necessary to give out her number. Most days she didn't even want the phone to begin with, let alone the 50-dollar payment each month.
They arrived at the airport more than two hours early, Ami's paranoia acting up about missing their flight. They had gone through security without a hitch, unless of course you count Sasha bitching about having to let go of her phone, and forcing her be wanded when they found three cans of Mountain Dew in her backpack, a hitch.
"I told you not to bring that," Ami growled angrily, pointing to the pop now sitting in the trash can.
"What if I was thirsty while I waited," she suggested as they continued up the ramp to the terminal.
"You're an idiot," Ami growled shaking her head.
"Hey," Sasha stated pointing toward a restaurant, "I'm going to…"
"No," Ami started, "We are going to go sit in the seats by the plane. We are not going to run around the airport, searching for reasonably priced Pepsi products that, by the way, do not exist in any airport, only to realize that, when we do get to the terminal, all the seats are taken and we have to stand for forty-five minutes, or worse yet we miss the plane completely."
"You're like a mom," Sasha huffed, though they had known each other since seventh grade and were now going to be sophomores in college.
"Don't care," Ami huffed, "Let's go."
The plane took off on time with both of them in their assigned seats, Ami looked at Sasha, who seemed to be staring at the black screen of her phone.
"You do know that if you had put the phone in airplane mode you could still have it on," Ami suggested.
"But I couldn't text," Sasha replied, "Or look at facebook." She continued to stare at it as if it would somehow magically turn on and work despite that it was illegal on a plane.
"Well put it away," Ami told her frustrated, "Otherwise the stewardess is going to think your using it or something and I do not feel like getting yelled at."
"What are you going to do during the trip," Sasha asked her, suddenly hyper.
"Sleep," Ami replied flatly.
"Boring," Sasha replied, leaning her head on her hand while her elbow rested on the armrest.
"I want that armrest," Ami stated evily, elbowing Sasha's arm off. Sasha's head fell quickly, giving her a headache.
"Bitch," she growled. This time Ami didn't need the last word, she simply slipped on her headphones and took a nap.
Ami woke up about six hours later to find, Sasha playing spider solitaire with her laptop.
"Wanna watch Death Note?" Ami suggested, pulling her laptop out of her bag and turning it on.
"What's Death Note?" Sasha asked, only half listening as she continued to play her game.
"What are you talking about?" Ami growled, "Why do you think I wanted to study abroad at this school? Because Light and L went there. Even if it was a fictional story. I have been telling you about Death Note since like, forever. Do you ever listen to a word I say?"
Silence
"Are you even listening now?"
"What did you say?" Sasha asked.
"I hate you," Ami growled ripping Sasha's laptop out of her hands and balancing hers on the armrest between them, "Now watch."
"Now watch," Sasha mocked, rolling her eyes. Ami picked the episode where Light and L were at the school with Misa, it was one of her favorites.
"Whose that guy?" Sasha asked, pointing at Light.
"Well his name's Yagami Light. Or Raito."
"Like Right-o."
"No," Ami deadpanned.
"What about that guy," Sasha asked pointing to L, "He's funny looking. I bet you think that's one's hot or something, cus' your just as weird as he looks."
"I do not like a fictional character."
"What if he wasn't fictional?" Sasha questioned.
"What if the sky was made of grass," Ami responded.
"So is that guy you like the bad guy, cus' you always go for the bad guys and stuff."
"No, he's not the bad guy."
"Your lying."
"No I'm not," Ami retaliated.
"Well you've gotta be cus' Right-o or Light or whatever's the good guy."
"Why?"
"Cus' the 'attractive' one's are always good."
"You're an idiot," Ami stated, turning away and moving her laptop back to her lap.
"How am I an idiot?... and I thought that you wanted me to watch it with you. If your got gonna start it from the beginning of the series, how do you not expect me to ask questions?"
"You've watched it from the beginning of the series before you idiot."
"I guess I wasn't really watching it very close then was I?" Sasha asked.
"Go to hell," Ami replied, handing Sasha back her laptop.
The two had gotten off the plane during the 2 a.m. disease. Or at least that was what they called it. Around two in the morning, the two of them would suddenly get super hyper and act as though they were drunk out of their minds, even though Sasha rarely drank and Ami never did. They had already forgiven each other, as they always did. They never seriously fought about anything. They were more like just meaningless quarrels. They were asleep by 3:30 am in their new apartment just off campus with their luggage still packed.
They had awoken about ten minutes before the opening ceremony. They had arrived just in time to make it into the auditorium before the doors closed. It was boring them to pieces and Sasha was complaining that she couldn't find any bars for her phone. She wasn't even paying attention to the addresses. Not that she would've understood a word, even if she tried. It was even difficult for Ami when they talked quickly, but she did somehow catch the words, "freshman address … Yagami Light… Ryuuga Hiduki."
"What?" Ami asked out loud poking Sasha in the arm as the girl continued to move her phone around at chest level looking for service.
"Don't ask me what's goin' on," she stated, not looking up, "I've got no idea what their sayin'."
The guy who looked like Light talked first, followed by the guy who looked like L, this was too close to be a coincidence. Ami sat up as tall as she could trying to see them. She watched their mouths move and put in the words in her mind. She couldn't be exact but close. This was crazy. Did that also mean that Ryuk was standing there by Light. How cool would it be if Ami could meet Ryuk. But she wouldn't be able to get close to either of them. Plus what about the years, in the show it was 2007 but here it was 2010. None of this made sense.
As the ceremony let out, Ami ran towards the doors, determined to see if that car was out there to pick up L.
"Hey, where are you going?" Sasha yelled, dodging people in an attempt to catch up to Ami.
"After L," she yelled back in English. No one at the college seemed to be paying attention to them. Well no one but L himself, who looked up at the mention of his name combined with the fact that they were speaking English in Japan.
"Who… what are you doing? Wait for me," Sasha yelled back. Ami halted as she and L made eye contact. It had to be him, she was 100% certain, there was no way it wasn't.
"Uoof," Ami huffed as she fell to the ground, Sasha on top of her. Ami shoved Sasha off and stood back up to locate L, only to find that both L and his car were gone.