Yes, it's one word, so there T3T just like my chap-name-theme's been going, if you've been paying attention XP

Anywho, I CAN'T FIND MY FRENCH COPY OF LE PETIT PRINCE D8 Oh well, I didn't actually end up quoting anything, so yeah. XP That'll make more sense when you're done reading the chap.

Anywho (again), the Death Note-linked stuff belongs to ITS owners, Le Petit Prince belongs to its author, and C, D, and the story belong to meh :3

The first thing Matt learned when it came to these kinds of trips was that many of them, himself, Mello, and B, suffered from seasickness. C and D were happily standing at the front deck, the bow, looking out at the ocean and the incoming island with excitement. C even dared to put a hand on her waist, though that was the only indication in years that he had a crush on her, which he probably didn't even have. So, ignore that. Anyways, B was slumped against the little wall of the deck, looking green and out-of-the-way as he sat there. Mello, grouchy, was also forced to stay out on deck. He was sitting much like B was, only a couple feet away from him. Matt was sitting by Mello, feeling seasick, but not as badly as the others. He was simply grossly unused to boats of any kind.

Matt waited for someone to moan "Are we there yet?" but both Mello and B were too proud and too determined to suffer in silence. It was funny, in a way. Matt asked instead, "So, are we close to getting there? I don't think these two can handle much more," he said somewhat-dryly, since he was slowly starting to build a little pride one day of Mello at a time.

"Yes, we are!" cried D excitedly. "Just a few more minutes!" She patted B absently on the head, as if somewhat remembering that he was suffering down there. He ignored her, though Matt had a feeling he was tempted to look up and bite her hand, since the corner of his lip twitched up to reveal yellowing teeth.

"By that, do you mean five? Ten? Thirty?" B monotoned darkly through gritted teeth.

She ignored him. "Look! I can see the cabin!" Matt, curious, rose up on his knees to look up over the little wall and out at the island. It made him feel a bit sicker, but he dealt with it.

"That's a really big cabin…"

"Well, yes, but calling it a house would be weird."

"Not if you call it a vacation house."

"Will you two shut up?" snapped Mello, also through gritted teeth. "You're giving me a headache…"

"Sorry," said Matt in a low voice that would hopefully be less-painful to his friend. "You should try eating some salted crackers or taking something to help your seasickness."

"For your information, D didn't want us to be too drowsy to be unable to 'enjoy the incredible ride on the ferry,'" growled B, glaring fire-daggers at nothing in particular. Mello grunted in agreement.

"Oh, don't be so sour; it's not that bad to try to enjoy everything you can," D chastised, causing B to want to bite her even more. "Besides, it's only an hour-long ride."

"Only?" grum-mumbled B and Mello in unison.

"Better than spending all day on this thing," input C to create some peace. Mello groaned and B shot up to get sick over the side of the ship. D made a face and a grossed-out noise and stepped away, right onto C's foot. C wrapped his arms around her middle and lifted her up in reaction. Matt cringed and made a sympathetic face as he shied away as well in case Mello had the same reaction, which he did a moment ago.

Luckily, the little ferry pulled into the little harbor on the little island and the kids could get off the moving hell-ship and recover. It was a short walk to the not-so-little cabin. Inside, the servants sorted them into separate rooms (which were decorated in a calming beach theme) and Mello, Matt, and B immediately collapsed on their beds for some much-needed rest and recuperation.

Matt felt better after only about half an hour, since he'd always been a quick healer, especially when it came to sickness. He didn't dare check on Mello, who would probably throw his alarm clock at him, and the ones in the rooms looked heavy. He decided to brush his teeth, since the sight of the others throwing up had left a bad taste in his own mouth. The colors of the bathroom were white, sand, and a pale green, and the shower curtain was covered in painted seashells. All-in-all, it was pretty basic for a beach place, he supposed, not that he'd ever been in one before. The seahorse towel hooks were cute, he supposed. Once his teeth were clean, he poked his head out of the bathroom. The others' doors were closed and all was silent, as far as he could tell. They must've all been taking naps or something. So, Matt decided to kill some time by taking a shower. When that didn't kill enough time to let someone wake up, he decided to just go explore on his own.

It was all pretty straight-forward. There was a spacious kitchen, more bedrooms, a couple other bathrooms, a television room, offices, and a large library. Matt decided to check out the library, since…something was drawing him to it…

"That's a lot of books…" he mused out loud. Without knowing why, he lifted his hand and grabbed a thin book on a shelf at about eye-level. "Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry…" He could tell it meant "The Little Prince" just by the sort of simple French anyone who pays attention to television and such knows, but upon opening it, he had no idea what was in there. It was pretty high-level French, and he didn't know any. There were pretty pictures, though. "What's with the boa eating…whatever that is? Freaky. Hey, look, an elephant inside a snake." He flipped through some more. "This doesn't seem to make any sense…"

Suddenly, a white, ghostly hand reached down from above him and snatched the book up and over his head. He jumped, flipping around to face whatever it was, highly-startled. Oh, it was just B, who only looked ghostly because of the odd light on his pale skin.

"Interesting…Out of…" He glanced around. "Two-hundred and forty-nine books, you choose this one. I don't believe in coincidences." He held it in one hand and stroked the cover with the other. "…Have you read this before? It's…interesting."

"No, I haven't even heard of it." Matt figured he'd stay neutral, since B was being creepy and it would be best to just let him do as he wanted in case something else would make him mad…or something.

"It's also famous. There's an English version back at the House, but…it's a bit worn. You'll have to get your own." B stared at the cover of the copy in his hand for another moment before saying, "Go away." He didn't have to tell Matt twice.

Mm, food. Matt munched happily on a sandwich in the kitchen, sitting up on the counter without a care. Once he was done with that, he eyed the fresh watermelon in the refrigerator…

"OI, MATT!" called Mello, startling the redhead and causing him to drop the watermelon on the floor with a SPLAT. "…Eugh, you ruined the watermelon," said the blond with a grimace. Matt shot him an indignant look.

"Did you need something?" Matt deadpanned.

"Well, now I need you to clean the kitchen before I enter it," he said, not moving from the doorway. Matt sighed and found some paper towels. "I was also wondering if you want to come to the beach with me." He crossed his arms and leaned casually against said doorway.

"Is D dragging everyone out or something?"

"No, she's still asleep."

"…Is C lonely?"

"Nope."

"…B?"

"Matt, it'll just be us two. Is there a problem with that?" The blasé blond raised an eyebrow.

"…No…" Yes.

"Good. Clean that up and meet me back at the rooms." Mello turned and left. Matt let out a breath and flopped down onto the ground with a sigh.

"…Ew, sticky." Wait, he was going to the beach with Mello…alone…solitarily…with Mello…in nothing but swim trunks…or…What if Mello wore a speedo? Matt covered his mouth with his hand. Oh, gods, this wasn't going to be good…