A/N: Jo! The plot bunny for this story hit me quite hard very, VERY late at night, so I apologise for its lack of..err...class. This will be set in an AU. Sorry for its terrible start...but hey! Eventual lemons sooth the soul! Oh by the way, the Wammy boys are a little bit older as well. It wouldn't be right for them to all go out drinking at the tender age of 14 now would it?

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, and this applies to all the chapters :3

Chapter 1: Disgraced

In the early hours of an alluring morning in the Kanto region of Japan, as the birds chirped happily, a teenage boy almost sobbed at the sight of what awaited him.

"Shit! It's happening again!" Light Yagami cried as he scanned the newest edition of a magazine. The media must reel in my misery The young man thought sullenly. An adolescent girl abruptly entered the dining room, to see what the cause of her brother's distress was.

"What's wrong Light?" Sayu Yagami asked quietly, her long brown hair bouncing behind her. The teenage boy's large brown eyes looked sadly at his younger sister.

"They've gone and done it again." He answered simply, a damp tone on his voice. A sympathetic sigh escaped Sayu's lips.

"Sorry. I guess that I'll go tell mum." A brisk nod followed her out of the room. Light looked at the offending magazine with an acidic taste in his mouth. He stood and poured himself a glass of juice and left the room, following his sister.

The headline of the newspaper screamed:

LIGHT YAGAMI- MAJOR POP IDOL – NUMBER 1# CHART TOPPER- BIGGEST VERSATILE AND MULTITALENTED SUPERSTAR IN JAPAN- IS HE ALSO HOMOSEXUAL?

The day had gone from bad to worse for Light, the newest headline plaguing his already damaged reputation. Ever since his first talent show, people immediately noticed that he didn't just have the looks, but also that he did have the ability to make people notice him. His voice had rung loudly through the microphones that the hosts, the auditoriums, the roadies, every person that had provided for his performances.

He wasn't the best performer in the world, but he made it through life pretty well until roughly two months beforehand when suddenly the questions he was being asked changed from 'Do you have plans for a new album?' and 'We've heard that you have a guest spot on the new TV show featured on Sakura TV! Is this true?' to 'It has been confirmed by an anonymous person that you have been found bringing suspicious males into your apartment. Are these accusations true? 'Needless to say, Light was a little peeved over the whole situation.

These 'suspicious males' that he had been bringing to his place were in fact, managers and other people who could help him further himself in his job. And the press had decided to overlook that women had also visited as well. The media was just looking for an excuse to crucify him in front of Japan. As Light stroked his mother's back as she sobbed into her hands at the latest accusation against her son, he hatched a plan to fire the only person who would leak all of this information. His new manager. Duh. As he left his mother in the hands of his sister he pulled out hi mobile from his pocket and dialled. He bit his lip as it rang. '

Three...four...five...si-'

"Hello?" A male voice answered roughly and obviously annoyed.

"Hello? Is this Nathan? It's Light."

"Oh! Light! Hi! What's going on?" Light growled and rolled his eyes back at this man's attempt at innocence.

"Nathan I'm not going to sugar coat this alright? You're fired." A frustrated grunt came over the line.

"I'm fired? What the hell for?"

"For not respecting my privacy. Goodbye Nathan."

"No you liste-" Light hung up the phone and smacked the phone into his forehead. Now he had to find a new manager. Oh joy.

~ Two days later~

"I don't need a job. Stop trying to get me one. I'm on holiday for Christ sakes." Two men sat on a park bench watching a couple who was strolling happily past them.

"Yeah, but you need to get one sooner or later. We all know that we are only here to help you stay in Japan permanently." The blonde man gulped his coffee happily and checked his watch.

"Oi Lawliet, know when were supposed to meet Matt here?" Lawliet combed his black hair through his fingers.

"Isn't he supposed to get here at eleven o'clock right?"

He sipped his latte as well and looked around for his friend. At twenty-three, Lawliet was pale and lean. His messy black hair stuck up all over the place and the bags under his eyes were the proud signs of a man who partied too hard and didn't sleep enough. He yawned into his hand loudly. Mello looked at his friend and looked over his shoulder as a familiar voice called out to them.

"Hey Mello! Lawliet! Sorry I'm late!" Mail Jeevas, or Matt as he was known as by Mello and Lawliet, smiled and pulled his orange glasses down his face flashing his green eyes. "Hey there! Nice to see ya Mihael."

" Stop calling me Miheal! I hate that name! Anyway Mail you're almosttwenty minutes late! " Mello yelled clearly annoyed.

Matt frowned "I know! I already said sorry. Scoot over." He pushed Mello over on the chair. Mello looked at the other man suspiciously.

"What happened to your goggles?"

The red-head grinned in reply. "I hooked up with some chick last night. She broke them by accident." Mello laughed. "Shit! You always seem to pick up the rough ones."

Both Matt and Mello were nineteen and loving it. Both good looking and witty, they had girls begging for them. Matt with his fiery red hair, his toned figure, his tall body and seductive green eyes, he had a hard time not picking up a woman or two on a Friday night.

Mello on the other hand, had blonde hair cut just above his shoulders, a muscular and tanned body and baby blue eyes which were a stark contrast to the rest of his face, which had a large burn on the side. Mello had been drunk at a New Year's party when he was seventeen with Matt, when he had tripped near a bonfire and fell against the metal.

Both of the good looking teens took advantage of it and had great fun throwing their fake ID's around which stated that they were twenty one. Matt pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"So, Lawliet. Have you thought of getting a job yet?" Lawliet gave Matt a dirty look.

"I don't need a job! I'm only in Japan for a holiday!" Matt rolled his eyes and puffed. "

Yeah so that's why you have been here for like five months."

"Shut up." Lawliet pouted.

Mello stood suddenly. "What the hell was the point of going to Uni if you were just gonna shit it away? What did you study again?" Lawliet's black eyes concentrated on the blonde in front of him.

"Law. And PR on the side for extra credit."

"Fantastic! So not only you qualified to be a lawyer, you're also fit for a managerial position." Matt stated as he watched a young woman who was sobbing into her phone walk past.

"True that! Lawliet! This is great! I have a contact that might be able to give you a job!"

"You have contacts now?"

"Sure do! Call me later, at eight maybe? That should be good."

"Where are you going?" Lawliet asked as both teens stood in unison. "There's a most likely a woman who just broke up with her boyfriend and is a little insecure. Catch my drift?" Mello said slyly. "Fine. Go away and I'll call you later." Lawliet muttered as he opened a discarded newspaper headlined: 'Pop stars manager in hot water!' Lawliet flicked straight over the page and opened the TV guide.

'It's the end of the world as we know it! It's the end of the world as we as we know it, and I feel fine!' Lawliet's phone rang.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" He yelled as he tied a towel around his waist and ran for his mobile while still dripping wet.

"Hello?" "Oi! L! It's Mello!" 'Well obviously.' Lawliet thought to himself.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"You didn't ring!" Lawliet looked at his clock. 7:15pm. "It isn't even eight yet!" An exasperated sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"I got an answer from Carrie!" L was silent as he thought.

"Who's Carrie?" He asked as he dried his wet hair.

"My contact! She said she can get you a job ASAP! You just have to be a little open minded." The black haired man smacked his head against the wall.

"What do I have to do to get you off my back?" Mello's husky laugh made Lawliet jump.

"Take the job of course! You'll have to babysit some spoiled pop-star!" Another evil cackle rang through the phones earpiece.

"Fantastic. You know that I don't have the patience to look after some spoiled brat." L groaned. "I know! That's why I specifically asked for Carrie!"

"Did you get lucky or something? Because you seem to be really happy about torturing me more than usual."

"Hey! Of course I got lucky! That broad that Matt and I chased had just broken up with her boyfriend, and she had a friend who was a little pudgy and insecure. So both me and Matt got lucky! Oh and L? You start at nine tomorrow morning. I'll text you the address. Bye!" as the annoying dial tone rang Lawliet stared at his phone like it had just bitten him.

Why can't Mello keep his fat head out of my business? God! I guess that means I should go to bed early tonight! He heaved a sigh as he pulled the towel off his waist and began to dry himself off before he slipped under his blankets naked. He stared at the television for nearly three hours before sleep overcame him.

As Light was jogging in the bright hours of the morning, his phone continuously hassled him with messages. He ignored it until the buzzing began to send pins and needles through his thigh.

"Hello?" The brunette asked impatiently.

"Hello Light its Carrie. I'm going to need you to come into my office today." Light rubbed his temples

"Why? I already sent you the paperwork for my album and I already told you about me firing Nathan." A rustling of papers were faintly audible through the phone.

"Ah about the Managerial position? We found a very responsible man who we believe would fill the place very nicely."

Light's face flushed angrily "I told you I want to find a new manager by myself" He yelled into the mouthpiece "Ah! Light calm down! He has a pretty nice record of qualifications! He studied law and did PR as well!" "What's PR again?"Light asked as he picked a piece of dirt of his shorts. "It means Personal Representation. He did three years of it actually. He will be reliable, I promise." Light looked at his watch which said 8:02am. "Fine when should I come in?"

"Ten too nine would be nice. Alright goodbye." Light slipped his phone back into his shorts as he began to jog back home. His apartment wasn't too far away from where he was.

'I hate these shoes' Lawliet thought sullenly as he walked into the elevator of a very professional looking building. 'I think that woman on the phone said floor twelve?' He pushed the flashing button and startled as the elevator jumped as it started. As he nodded at the plaid suited man next to him, he shuffled his feet nervously.

He hadn't had a job in ages. He fixed his tie in the large mirror next to him. He had tried to flatten his hair but had failed miserably and had only succeeded in making it spiker. It did make him look even younger though. He breathed out deeply as the doors began to open. He pulled his suit down and straightened his belt. He strode confidently into the first office and knocked on the door. A perky blonde woman opened the door and grabbed his hand eagerly.

"Hello there! I'm Carillon Smithlock. You must be.." L was amused to see her peek at her hand to remember his name "Lawliet!"

"Yes miss that's me." He faked a happy smile and added,

"It's going to be an honour to be working for you!" The woman blushed and leant in to whisper in his ear. "You won't be working for me. You have to work for him." She nodded to the handsome young man who sat in one of the chairs in front of her rather large desk. The man stood up and grabbed his hand firmly.

"I'm Light Yagami. I hear that you will be my manager for now?" Lawliet nodded as his obsidian eyes met with the hard caramel brown ones that were studying his intensely. "Ah. He doesn't want me to work for him I see."L thought to himself.

"I'm Lawliet Wammy. I'll be your new manager." He smiled at the younger man who clicked his tongue at him and motioned for him to sit down. Lawliet groaned internally as he began to sit.

'Thanks a lot Mello. Now I have to take care of an oversize child who will most likely eat me alive. Great.'

There will eventually be lemons so if your into that,

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