title: [Insert witty band name here - part 1
rating: T
disclaimer: don't own 'em, never will.
parings: Read and see.
minor spoiler: Everyone's real name.
Summery: The story is set in England's countryside where four good friends decide to form a band to pass the time. Alternate universe where the characters are the same age and in highschool.
We are also learning about the lives of Light and Sayu Yagami, and why they have been sent to London.

Somewhere in the outer regions of England's countryside, there was a large rickety old shed. A shed in which, four boys spent their afternoons doing whatever to pass the time. The boy's had grown up together, went to the same school, and were all exceedingly smart. But for, four intelligent high school students, England's countryside life style was the most boring thing on earth. And today, one of them decided that they should do something about that.

"We should start a band," Mumbled L past the sucking of his strawberry lollypop. Mello raised an eyebrow, Matt gave a snort but did not let up on the button bashing (he was winning after all). And Near, well Near did nothing but smile at his good friend. Somehow, this sudden comment was of no surprise to him.

"A band?" He asked over his knee.
"Yeah. We all play an instrument, and we're not that bad really. Besides, we've got nothing better to do," Retorted L, getting up slowly from his sitting position to tower above his uninterested friends. Near looked up, and studied him for a moment. Yes, it appeared that L was serious. Near's smile grew a little.

Matt pressed pause.

"We don't play that well either," He stops for a moment and laughs, "And some of us just plain suck," he turns to Mello who finally looks up from his book.
"Stuff you Matt!" He spits as his leaps from his chair, over the back of the couch, and onto Matt, who by this time is in hysterics by his overdramatic friend. They continue to tussle while L goes on prompting his idea.

"No really, I mean it. Near you've always been good at the violin, any bow string instrument really. And Matt," Matt looks up puffing through a thick lock of gold hair, "You play a mean base, when your not playing video games,"

"Which is never," Adds Mello. Matt gives him a hard jab in the ribs. But before they can continue their fight L talks on.

"And Mello, you always say that you like to vent your anger out on that old drum kit, well with a bit of practice you could be really good. I say why not?" Finishing his statement L places his crooked hands on his hips and stands as if waiting for applause. It was quiet for a moment. Until Near stood to face his triumphant friend.

"And what about you L? You gave up your guitar lessons long ago," Near asked quietly. The extra curricular practice was quiet a surprise to everyone, in that L decided to take up the instrument to get extra marks. But it was no real surprise that a month later he had quit the whole thing and joined the math's club instead. They had all figured L had chucked the sads about not being good at it straight away (like everything else) and gave up.

"Ah, I never told you guys did I?" Said L with a laugh.

"No, told us what?" Mello said while heaving Matt off himself. They both stare at him intently. Near's brain did a one sixty, and through sudden calculations of possibilities, realized what had really happened in the one month guitar lessons.

"Those guitar lessons weren't really necessary, as I was told almost immediately, that I'm a genius on the thing," Ah, so L was mealy being L. "I just gave up to find something else to do. I still play for fun,"

Mello reaches for a slightly melted bar of chocolate in his pocket. While Matt saved his game and turned off his console. They both nodded slightly and in doing so L knew they had agreed with the plan. Then he turned to Near, the one person who could most likely talk him out of the crazy idea. Near, who had started playing with his silvery hair, was clicking his head side it side slightly. Something he would do subconsciously when he was thinking intently. L loved it when he did that, he thought it was cute. Finally after a long moment. Near looked up at L, his large orbed eyes shining slightly with excitement.

"Sure, why not?"

"Awesome! Everyone bring your stuff over to my house tomorrow after school and we'll start playing!" L exploded in excitement. Finally something to do! He felt so hyped up on the possibility of not being so bored all the time that he wanted to go home straight away and pull out his guitar and start writing some songs. That, or all the sugar he had consumed that day had finally rushed to his head. He pulled the lollypop out of his mouth (which was now just the stick) and went to run out of the door

"L! Wait!" Near called after him, waving his hand suddenly in the air. Mello who knew what Near was going to ask, and leapt from the couch and grabbed L by the arm.

"A singer," Said Near with a slight shake of his head.

"What?" L asked confused.
"None of us can sing remember?" Said Mello with a frown, letting go of L. True, none of them could sing. They weren't chucked out of choir practice for nothing. Okay, so they weren't really good at everything.

Mello was told his sounded like he was yelling at everyone (which he really was) Matt never turned up to practice, and when he did, all the students wished he hadn't. Same going for L, who wanted to cut off his own ears off when he heard himself sing and Near had no real power in his voice, so no one could actually hear him to begin with. For a moment Near thought L's idea had sunk before it even got into the water but L turned to them and smiled.

"So we'll hold auditions. All of students at Wammy's are bored, I'm sure one of them can sing,"
"It's true," said Matt with a nod and a fold of his arms, "Wammy's is the most boring school on earth," Mello laughs and grinds Matt's neck into a head lock.

"That's only because your there Game-boy!" They begin to play fight once more and L gives a wave to his friends.

"I'll have everything ready tomorrow. I promise," And with that he was gone.

Near smiled. Things were never really that boring he thought, not when his best friend was L. He looks over at Matt and Mello for a moment, and his smile fades into an irritated frown.

"Your hand just touched my crotch!"
"No! It was your crotch that touched my hand!"
"Oh yeah!?"
"Yeah!"

Well these two did help quell the boredom too, he supposed.

---

"I suppose we have to speak English all of the time now," Sayu hadn't said anything for a good week so the sudden whisper of her angst ridden voice made Light Yagami jump in surprise. He looked over at his sister and nodded, answering her in Japanese.

"Yeah, we do. But only at school, for the most part anyway. We can still sp-" He was cut off.

"But I'm bad at English! It's going to suck here!" She burst out. Their driver flinched. He was a little confused as to why he was driving two Asian teenagers to a school like Wammy's. He'd never seen anyone but snobby rich kids enter that place. He cleared his throat but Sayu took no notice and Light gave him a narrow glare out of the corner of his eye.

"Light, I miss he-"

"Don't bring that up," Light sneered coolly. He didn't want to hear about the reason they were in England in the first place. Sayu, he thought bitterly despite himself, this is entirely your fault. He was already missing his old boring high school, though he never once dreamed that that could happen. He even missed the girls, the ones who were desperate to catch his attention. It had been all so annoying and time wasting back then, but now that he was forced to travel half way around the world just to keep his sister in check, he couldn't have wanted that life more. Despite his cool exterior, Light felt he wasn't ready for such a change, and cursed his parents for thinking this was the right thing to do. But not as much as he cursed Sayu, whose surprise love affair back in Japan had cost him his boring but now appreciated lifestyle.

"We're here," The cabdriver announced snapping Light out of his little sulk.

"Sayu, out. Now," She hesitated for a moment before shuffling her small frame out of the car. She could tell by her brother's icy disposition that he was upset with her. She hated when he was upset because it was the first time in a long time that she knew it was her fault.

"We should probably find the headmaster's office first… Oh and start speaking in English," Light thought aloud. He watched as a stream of students entered a big castle like building. St Wammiths Province High School, the most prestigious school this side of the world. Or so the brochure had said. While his eyes gazed over the grand white granite structure he felt a tug at his sleeve. It was Sayu.

"Light, someone is walking towards us…" She said quietly in Japanese.
"English, Sayu, English," He reminded her. She drew closer to him, as an elderly gentleman with a soft smile and snow white hair approached them.

"Sayu and Light Yagami, it's a pleasure to welcome you to St Wammiths," He paused and held out his hand which Light took with a slight hesitation and bowed. "My name is Quillsh Wammy, the headmaster of your new school," He smiled past Light to Sayu who was inching further and further behind her brother's back. "Sayu, if you would come with me I shall introduce you to your new homeroom teacher and class," Sayu didn't move. Light could feel her clenching hands tighten on his blazer so he moved to the side. He had never seen her so afraid or shy before. Leaving Japan had really sucked the life out of the Sayu that he had grown up with.

"Come along Sayu, it's all right," A surprise to both Sayu and Light, Mr. Wammy had spoken in Japanese. This considerably encouraged Sayu. Finally she nodded her head and Quillsh Wammy smiled.

"Light, I have a student representative from your class coming to meet you… He is a little late…" Light noticed that the old man was slightly annoyed by this, "but he should be here soon. Have a good day Yagami-san," And with that he turned with Sayu, and Light watched as they disappeared behind great mahogany doors.

Whoever this representative was, Light wished they would hurry up and get there. It was cold, and he hated the cold.

---

L had slept in. It was a bad day to sleep in. An incredibly bad day. He had stayed up late into the morning writing songs, refreshing his guitar skills and creating fliers for the auditions. He forgot that he wasn't an insomniac anymore. Those days were behind him. He liked a good sleep nowadays, but sometimes, he just forgot, and this was one of those times.

The clock read ten to eight. Class started in ten minutes. Damn it, why hadn't his dad woken him up? Probably to teach me a lesson, he thought bitterly. Well no helping it now. Within four minutes, L had showered (a wet cloth rubbed vigorously over his body with one hand while brushing his teeth with the other) eaten breakfast (a donut and cold sweet tea from the night before) gotten dressed (his tie untied and his shirt inside out) and was out the door, guitar strapped to his back, running down the street. Lucky he lived so close to his school; otherwise he would have been in real trouble.

There was something he had to do this morning… what was it? He thought hard for a moment while trying to smooth out his hair. So involved with his hair and trying to remember what he had forgotten, he didn't notice bumping a tall Asian student. The student in question was so caught by surprise that he spun around and lost his chance to yell at the black haired attacker who was already entering the building.

The bell sounded, L had just made it in time for class. Light Yagami was forty minutes late to class, which was no surprise. He had to navigate and check almost every room to find the correct one.

When he entered the room and apologized for being late, the teacher asked him to introduce himself. As he stood before the class, he brushed his hair out of his eyes and gave a smile.

"Hello, my name is Light Yagami, and I have transferred from Tokyo, Japan with my sister," He gave a bow, "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

L had just remembered what he had forgotten. He was meant to guide the new student around this morning. Now he was in for it. As Light Yagami walked to the vacant seat in front of him their eyes met. L gave a nervous smile while Light, who recognized L as his 'attacker', gave him an evil glare, and suddenly L's heart skipped a beat, but he wasn't sure if it was out of fear or something else entirely.

Near, who sat left of L looked over at his friend with a concerned frown.

"L," he whispered, "Is something wrong?"

"… No," He said without breaking eye contact with Light, "I wouldn't say wrong…"