badfic_manor | {12th Bullet} Okay, I get it, no midnight snacks. [In person]

[Sheldon has an MP3 player in the pocket of his jeans as he starts making something in the kitchen. Ever since his death, he's been a lot more visible than he used to be. And being in the kitchen to conquer his fears was the best thing for him.

He's singing along to a song that's on his playlist while using the spoon as a "microphone". The lyrics are silly and his tone was very on key. Despite that he says he's a bad singer, he's certainly not.]

Once in a while
Maybe you will feel the urge.
To break international copyright law
By downloading mp3s
From file sharing sites
Like morpheus or grokster or limewire or kazza.
But deep in your Heart.
You know the guilt would drive you mad
And the shame would leave a permanent scar
Cause you start out stealing songs
Then you’re robbing liquor stores
And selling Crack
And running over school kids with your car

[Chorus]
So Don’t Download This Song
The record store is where you belong
Go and buy the CD like you know that you should
Oh Don’t Download This Song

Oh you don’t want to mess
With the RIAA
They’ll sue you if you burn that Cdr.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a grandma
Or a seven year old girl
They’ll treat you like the evil Hard-bitten criminal scum you are

[Chorus]
So Don’t Download This Song (don’t go)
Pirating music all day long
Go and buy the CD like you know that you should
Oh Don’t Download This Song

Don’t take away money
From artists just like me
How else can I afford another solid gold Humvee
And diamond studded swimming pools
These things don’t grow on trees
So all I ask is everybody Pleaseeeeee

[Chorus]
Don’t Download This Song (Don’t do it No No)
Even Lars Urlich Know it’s wrong (You could just ask him)
Go and buy the CD like you know that you should (You Really Should)
Oh Don’t Download This Song

Don’t Download This Song (Oh please don’t you do it or you)
Might Wind up in Jail like Tommy Chong (Remember Tommy)
Go and buy the CD (Right Now) like you know that you should (Go out and Buy it)
Oh Don’t Download This Song.

Don’t Download This Song (No no no no no no)
Or you’ll burn in hell before to long (And you deserve it)
Go and buy the CD (Just buy it) like you know that you should (You cheap bastard)

[The best part of all of this nonsense is that he's not bothered if anyone sees him as he makes his puerco pibil for the entire manor and not just for himself along with refried beans, Spanish rice, tortillas and cheese enchiladas and to go with it handmade pico de gillo and salsa verde. It's a full dinner course that he enjoys doing and it shows. He's actually a damn good cook if he sets his mind to it and this is rare so enjoy it while it's there.]

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[Light raises an eyebrow at the singing and the makeshift microphone. He can't help it as it isn't something he pictured Sheldon ever doing.]

It's good to see you back on your feet....and talking straight.

[Turning around calmly, he turns off his MP3 player and nods.]

Well, I never thought I would have an audience. So, have you caught the fucker?

[Getting B's face out of his memory isn't going to be easy.]

Miraculously enough, given how unorganized everything was. This place lacks structure and leadership. It needs it badly too. But I'm guessing you'd like to stay out of that stickiness.

[He puts his hands up with a grin.]

That's not my playground. I'm leaving that game to those that think they can do better. My job is to make sure that people like Mello doesn't take control.

[At the mention of Mello, his eyes narrow in dislike.]

How'd that diminutive brat get power anyway? He's clearly a goddamn idiot.

Ah, you don't like him either. I see. He has a yearbook of enemies in this god forsaken pit.

[He puts the lid on the pot and turns down the heat.]

He's a fucktard. I don't know how he got into power other than by default. He has to be knocked off his high horse and fast. If not, we're going to see a repeat of last week.

Oh, you could say that he rubbed me the wrong way from the first day we met each other. And this was before the sociopath practically laughed while telling me how he kiled my father.

In short, I've a bit of a personal vendetta against him, and I'd like to see him crawl in the dirt like the pathetic insect he is.

[A wicked smirk grew on Sheldon's lips.]

I have three rules: fuck with me and you'll get hurt. Fuck with my friends and you're going down. Fuck with family and you're dead and I'll eat you. Not that you would but Mello just made that third rule applicable in this case.

[Light blinks, surprised by the strength of Sheldon's statements, but smoothly returns the smirk.]

Heh. I'd refrain from eating Mello, literally or otherwise. Being a vindictive little snake, he'd leave you with a nasty case of indigestion. This however, looks fairly appetizing. How many other hidden talents are you hiding?

[His tone indicates he's joking but he's far more interested in the answer than he lets on.]

[He's not letting it go so easily though. It's better to let the other believe that it's over.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[Sheldon's smirk turns into a more appreciative smile.]

I've got a lot of them. This is called puerco pibil and it's a Mayan dish that's been around for a very long time. It was later revised and done differently through cultural influence of the Spanish over time. I've made enough for everyone in the Manor.

If you're interested in my other talents, [smirks] you'll have to wait and see for yourself.

[And boy does he have a long list of them.]

Heh. No doubt. Actually, I've a small favor to ask of you. Do you have a gun you can spare? As much as I hate them, given the events of last week... it seems stupid to walk around unarmed.

I'm never unarmed.

[This is evident with one at his side. He has another that his hidden behind his fly.]

Here.

[He hands over the one on his side.]

I have extra ammo in my room. Let me put this on simmer and I'll get it for you.

[And he turns down the heat.]

[The weapon itself is harmless and Light knows that, but the last time he was confronted with a gun, his father had fired a blank at his forehead at point blank range. He could have easily died. Lost his hearing. Burned off his face. He shudders slightly at the memory, and accepts the gun.]

Thanks. I'll walk with you.

[He covers up the pots and moves toward the door of the kitchen.]

Works for me.

[Sheldon grins and hopes that he'll be underestimated among the lot which would be his greatest asset. Often times he would rather be overlooked and often dared others to spot his strange habits but since he wasn't called out on it so no one was killed unnecessarily. A pity to him, really.]

Let's just hope that jam boy doesn't get any funny ideas or Trigger Happy is going to have a conniption. I wonder how many times he changes his underwear from being wound up too tight.

[Quietly amused, Light follows suit.]

I don't know about you Sands, but I'd rather not think about that rat's underwear.

I doubt he wears any.

[There's a smirk on his face.]

[. . . .]

Thanks for that thought. I'll be expecting nightmares tonight.

At least you'll be awake to watch the door.

[And there's a chuckle from the agent.]

Anyway, at best, he won't come near you. He's a castrated bull that's trying to make others think he still has junk to prove his shit. He's better off at the slaughter.

Heh. I don't care if he approaches me or not. His incompetencies practically guarantee that whatever he chooses to do will end in failure.

What I'd like though, is for him to learn his place. If he thinks he's privileged on account of being close to L, well...[His lips twist into a calculated smirk.] ...it would be cruel to leave that impression uncorrected.

[Sheldon puts his hand on the banister and heard that smirk, returning one of his own.]

Well, we certainly can't be inhumane. We're not PETA but we're the closest thing this place has. I'm in.

I thought you might say that. [He grins slightly.]

It looks like we're the only two people with compassion here.

You know me too well. Let's make this quick and painless so there's no need for suffering any more.

{12th Bullet} Okay, I get it, no midnight snacks. [In person]

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