Ok. Wow I'm not even sure how this fanfiction came about, I was about to continue with Drunken Confessions Will Be the Death of Me and…this happened. I was watching Titanic (which is my favourite movie by the way) and it made me think of Light and L for some weird reason. I'm pretty sure there aren't any fanfictions of this nature so I thought I'd take a swing at it! This chapter Is just an introduction, a prologue I guess, the real-ness of the story doesn't start until the second chapter. It is based off of Titanic, but I'm gonna try to keep it modern and try not to totally ride on the Titanic movie plot. Not sure about the iceberg thing but it wouldn't be Titanic without it huh? I'll think about it I guess. Meh anyway enough with me rambling, hope you guys like it!

Pairings: LxLight, slight MattxMello

Warnings: Language every once in a while, sexual activities later on in the story, that should be about it for now. Anything else I'll warn you about before you read.

It is AU, the actual Death Note aspect I'm not sure to add in yet, but again, I'll let you know before you read. The time is current, but the ship is still going to sink, promise.

Update 10/2/2011

**THIS STORY IS LXLIGHT AND ALWAYS WILL BE, IGNORE CHAPTER 4 AND ANY OTHER CHANGES I MIGHT HAVE MADE IN ANY OTHER CHAPTER!**

L POV

I could sense the tang of the ocean, then the thundering sound of the waves, propelled by the wind, crashing onto the rocks. The power as the waves crash down, like some living entity, intent on destruction resonated in my chest. The ocean was vast, its surface broken only by the waves moving towards the shore. I could feel the wind, hear the sound of seagulls, crying out and removed my shoes on the sandy beach to feel the warm sand caressing my feet. Light Yagami walked beside me, our fingers intertwined as we strolled lazily down the shoreline. The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the water with the reflection of brilliant pink and orange that spread across the sky. For the first time in my life, I felt that things were actually going right, that I finally found my niche in the world. As cliché as it sounded, to me, everything was perfect. Just the way it should be. We both knew this was wrong, but it felt so right.

And just how did I get caught up in this sappy lovey-dovey story? Well, it all started with a contest…

"I know this is the one! I can feel it right here!" Mello pounded on his chest with his fist, his eyes glued to his computer screen. I rolled my eyes for the billionth time that day crossing my arms over my own chest.

"Right Mello, because you didn't say that the other 23 times." I grumbled under my breath. The blonde scoffed.

"Uh, 22 times, thank you very much L." he had his hand poised on the worn out computer mouse, like a cat ready to pounce on…well a mouse. Mello's eyes flicked back and forth to the clock mounted on the wall behind the computer, starting a countdown from 5.

"4…3…2…1!" he yelled, slamming his finger down on the mouse's clicker. Poor thing. It had been abused and maltreated for years, but it never faltered, always staying strong. Mello swivelled his chair around to face me, a triumphant smirk replacing his usually cross demeanour. I raised an almost nonexistent eyebrow.

"So what did you enter us in this time?" I asked, peeking around his head to look at the computer screen. In one lightening moment, he had rotated around to exit the current window before I could read whatever website he was on. The smirk widened.

"No, no, L, I won't let you see until we win." His voice was jocular in a way that made me uneasy. I narrowed my eyes sceptically

"What do you mean 'until we win'? How are you sure we'll win? Did you get Matt to 'increase your chances of winning'?" Mello waved his hand dismissively.

"Nah, we already tried that, didn't work. Anyway, that's not the point!" he said elatedly, "The point is, I've been working on this particular contest for a while now, and I think we have a high probability of winning." I pursed my lips

"Put a number on it."

"87% minimum." Mello shot back confidently. "I've submitted in exactly 500 entries a day for the past 2 weeks. And that takes dedication dude, I'm talkin' round the clock everyday. I'm pretty confident that over half the submissions they'll get are mine. Even if the winner is chosen randomly. And I guarantee that this is a contest you will want to win." He waggled his eyebrows which just made my eyes narrow even more in suspicion.

"Uh-huh. Right, well best of luck to you Mello." I said in jest, chuckling. He pointed a finger at me, a solemn expression on his face now.

"Don't joke with me, I'm totally serious, this is completely legit. I'm telling you I'm gonna win this time, I can feel it." I didn't believe it though.

To say Mello had a problem would be an understatement. He had an obsession for entering contests, especially online contests. Ever since he had discovered it (and I blame myself for it) a few years ago, he had scoured the internet for every single one he could find, anything from prize money to grandiose trips to tropical islands and everything in between. I had seen him spend many a night secluded in his room, in the dark, his fingers ticking away at the keyboard as he forged personal information and submitted his entries over and over again. Most of the time it was until the wee hours of the morning. A majority of the contests he entered came up fruitless, usually only a 15% success rate. His boyfriend Matt supported the blond's endeavours, sometimes 'helping him along' by hacking into the sites to screw around with the other submissions, but even that was risky, still only a 15% success rate.

Mello waved his hand at me again, shooing me out of his room from his desk chair.

"Anyway, get out. Today was the deadline for submitting entries and they're selecting a winner tonight so I need to watch the polls." He said in a way that didn't leave any room for discussion. He was very serious about this kind of thing, and if anyone besides Matt disturbed him, it meant imminent demise. And the fact that I wanted to keep all my limbs meant I turned and swiftly left the room, closing the door as I went.

I live with my biological older brother B and our "half brothers" Mello, Matt, and Near. We were originally orphans living in an orphanage in Winchester, England known as Wammy's House, but B being over 21 was able to "adopt" all four of us.

B was…B. There aren't many words to describe him besides a fucking lunatic. He was disturbing and bizarre, and he had a smile that made you want to run away from him screaming in terror as you went. Even though we were a few years apart, B and I looked almost exactly alike, save his crimson red eyes and slightly straighter posture. He was also incredibly frank with everything. For example he would be the one who told you that you looked fat in those pants without a second thought. He wasn't one to spare feelings, but I guess part of that was because he was a masochist. He also had a thing for strawberry jam, it's disgusting, and it makes up 90% of his diet.

Mello was a livewire. Being only 15, he was always in a pissy mood, throwing tantrums and causing trouble for everyone in the house. He wore nothing but exceptionally tight leather and as I said, he was blond. Along with his contest problem, he had an overwhelming addiction to chocolate.
His boyfriend and best friend was Matt. Man of few words. He was the passive one, a foil to Mello really. He was also 15 and the one that calmed the blond down before his random tantrums destroyed another item in our house. Matt was a chain smoker (regrettably) and an avid video game addict. There wasn't a time where I didn't see him with either a cigarette or his handheld gameboy. He also always wore this pair of orange goggles. They were usually perched on top of his head but he almost never took them off.

Near isn't someone who is easy to read. He's extremely quiet and introverted, his sharp calculating gray eyes analyzing everything around him. We believe he's part albino, because both his skin and his hair are a creamy alabaster white. He likes to play with toys, robots and the occasional stuffed animal, making sounds for them as he manipulates them. It's actually kinda cute when you watch him, but I'd never tell him that. He was so small and delicate looking that you'd think he was almost 10 year old, but believe it or not, he was 14. Go figure. He was also a lad of few words, and had a keen habit of twirling a lock of snowy hair around his fingers. Near and Mello had a bit of a rivalry. Mello absolutely hated Near because Near was smarter. I mean they were both incredibly brilliant, but Mello always managed to come in second. If Mello got a 97 on a test, Near got a 100, so on and so forth. It was a little thing we all learned to deal with.

Even though legally we were B's children in actuality we all do whatever the hell we want. We could say what we want, go where we want, stay up as late as we wanted, it didn't matter. So long as you came back at the end of the night it didn't matter where you went, and if you break it you fix it. Plus, with Matt and Mello being a couple, there were no restrictions against sex acts in our house. Needless to say, it could get quite loud at night, but I had invested in a quality pair of earplugs so it wasn't as much of a problem. Living in this house was interesting to say the least, and never boring. The founder of Wammy's House, Quillish Wammy, otherwise known as Watari, had been gracious enough to buy us our own freaking house in Japan. It wasn't extremely big and we had to pay all the bills but hey, a roof over my head and three meals a day, I wasn't one to complain. And it wasn't unbearable, most of the time anyway. We all had jobs to put forward money, but even with all of us working, money was still sparse. Luckily our house had come pre-furnished or else I don't know how we would have made it.

I trudged down the stairs towards the kitchen, I could feel my blood sugar getting low again. I have hypoglycaemia so in order to counteract that, I have to supply my body with a superfluous amount of sugary substances. Not that I mind though, I love sweets. Our kitchen was spacious, stainless steel appliances abound, granite countertops, and we even harboured a large commercial walk in refrigerator. Yeah, amazing right? Don't ask me how Watari arranged it. I threw open the fridge doors, suddenly hit with a blast of arctic air. The contents of the refrigerator were normal food for the most part, different ingredients and pre-prepared dishes, B actually was a decent cook when he wanted to be. I on the other hand avoided it like the plague. At one point I had singed my eyebrows off while trying to make toast. I had been too afraid to try again so I stuck to letting B handle all heating devices.

Towards the rear of the fridge, were some of my most prized possessions. Cake. Ah my strawberry cake was my Achilles heel, its saccharine goodness broke down my resolve so whenever I see it, I can't help but hack off a nice big chunk and enjoy it, which is what I did. B was sitting at the head of our large table while I sat down with my exceptionally large piece of cake. As anticipated, he had a jar of his beloved strawberry jam, reading some leather bound book. I nodded to B, fork in hand.

"What are you reading?" I asked, just making small talk. He didn't look up at me when he replied.

"Edgar Allan Poe." Of course it was. Edgar Allan Poe stories were creepy and sometimes sadistic, just up his alley. He waved his hand at me dismissively. "Now don't talk to me I'm busy." Of course he was. Everyone was always 'busy' with something. I mean yeah I like being alone, solitude is my sanctuary, but I do like human interaction every once in a while, I'm not a total hermit. In situations like these, I would usually take some cash (most of it was the prize money Mello won), flag down a cab, and just wander around the city until I got even more bored than I was before. I used to go to the library but I read all the books there so I tried going to a local bar a while back. I was already 21 and there weren't any bouncers during the day. I wasn't really one for drinking though, it wasn't sweet enough for my taste. Instead I would sit in my favourite worn booth and people watch, drawing on the coasters with one of the various pens I always had on hand. Needless to say, I usually get plenty of dirty looks from the bartenders and waitresses.

That day I just didn't feel like going anywhere. I scooped some cake onto my fork and guided it into my mouth, letting the saccharine flavour marinate on my tongue before swallowing. Cake was also my refuge. When everything in the world was changing, cake was always the same. That was my axiom that I lived by day to day. I finished my cake in a matter of minutes and trekked back up the stairs. I peeked into Matt's room and Near's room to say my hellos and made my way down the hall to my own room. Contrary to what you might think, I kept my room pristine. Made my bed everyday, vacuumed, dusted, the whole nine yards. I swear I'm the cleanest one in that damn house.

I plopped down on my bed, blowing a lock of raven hair from my eyes. There really wasn't anything to do, so I clicked on my television to see what caught my eye. After flipping through about 50 channels, I settled on a crime show. Law & Order: SVU I believe. I'm a part time police detective for the Japanese NPA so it was interesting to watch because I could understand the legal jargon. I watched an episode, able to figure out the culprit in a matter of minutes even though the show lasted an entire hour. I watched another after another, finding myself completely enthralled with all the different cases, even though they were unbelievably simple to solve. I wasn't typically one for TV but I couldn't take my eyes away from it all of a sudden. Before I knew it, it was already way past dusk, the sky turned a dark obsidian.

I could have sworn it was around 11am when I came up here…have I been watching this all day long? How come no one came to interrupt me or tell me what time it was? Oh right. Everyone was 'busy'.

The time was actually 1am, and despite the fact that I was a notorious insomniac, sleep hit me like a brick in the face. I was already on my bed and didn't feel like changing out of my current clothes so I flipped off the TV and slipped under the covers. My consciousness ebbing away as my brain succumbing to sleep…

"YES!" A solitary scream of elation shattered the darkness. My eyes snapped open and I groaned. I'd know that voice anywhere. Mello. He and Matt must be up to their midnight antics. Time to break out the earplugs…

"L! B! MATT! NEAR! GET IN HERE!" My brow furrowed, trying to comprehend what I had just heard. That was definitely unusual. In my sleepy fog, I stumbled out of my bed in the dark, cursing when my shin was attacked by my nightstand. Now sleep deprived and in pain, I lurched down the hallway to Mello's room. Upon getting to the doorway, I was met by Mello's face, a victorious grin stretched ear to ear. He was bouncing on his toes, practically ready to explode. Matt and B were already in the room, looking extremely pissed off and drowsy, Near was nowhere to be seen.

"What is it now Mello?" I grumbled groggily, ready to go back to sleep.

"I won." He said simply, letting out an un-Mello-like squeak. "I WON!" He shouted in my face. I resisted the overpowering urge to bash his face in right then.

"Won what?" Matt croaked before I could respond.

"You are looking at the winner of a 5 day 4 night luxury cruise for 5, it leaves in 3 days!" He yelped, scampering over to his computer to show us the proof. My eyes went wide when I read over the terms of the contest. This was a real, legit prize. For a moment, my lethargy vanished, replaced by an out of character giddiness. B was obviously excited, his crimson eyes alight with a child-like excitement.

Matt's expression was passive as usual, gameboy in hand, but he stuck his tongue out to the side as he played which was his own way of saying "HOLY CRAP THIS IS SO FREAKING AMAZING!" Sleep evidently forgotten, Mello and B were buzzing about swimsuits and lounging by the pool and some other things that I didn't quite catch. While all this was well and good, I was still left with my exhausted stupor and wanted nothing more than to talk about this when I was fully awake. As I was about to turn and leave, Near's ivory pajama clad body appeared in the doorway. He was clearly still half asleep as he rubbed at his bleary eyes, his dearly loved teddy bear clutched to his chest.

"What's with all the tumult and furore?" he muttered sleepily. You could always count on Near to be completely literate and lucid when half awake. Mello grinned, walked over to the albino boy and clamped his hands on the boy's scrawny shoulders.

"Pack your shit, Near, we're goin' on a cruise!" he yowled.

That was the turning point.

A/N: Probably poorly detailed but whatever, it's just a prologue for you to get the general feel for the story. Light comes in next chapter and as the story goes along, the other Wammy boys might start to fade away depending on what I need them for in the plot. R&R and I'll give you a cookie! ^_^