Untitled

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or it's characters. I only own the plot of this story.
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MATT
My name is Mail Jeevas.
But call me Matt.
I'm 17-years-old and attend a high school called Wammy's in LA.
And today just so happened to be the end of my life.
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Today, April 3rd, 2009, 10:35 AM- Pacific Standard Time (PST), just so happened to be the end of my life as I knew it.
But, of course, as I rode the city bus to the Art Institution of LA (AILA), I had no idea of what was to come.
And, of course, as I entered the Exhibits Area, a little irritated since I was late due to the bus and couldn't find any of my friends who were supposed to meet me there, I had no idea of what was to come.
Of course, as I climbed the stairs I had no idea of what was to come.
But then it happened. The universe's big plan for me spun into action. I climbed the flight of stairs to the second floor, opened the door and walked in. It wasn't too crowded, just a couple of people here and there.
The giant sculpture in the middle of the Exhibit. That's what caught my attention. That's what caused me to walk over to it, to him. It was, originally, the sight of an (about) 10 foot tall sculpture, of what seemed to be shadows of people all mashed together, made of clay and splashed with all sort of colors of paint (pink purple blue red green yellow-!) that caught my attention. It was the sight of an unique piece of "art" that made the universe's Plan for me fall into place. It was my own curiosity that made me walk over and look at it, search for a name of an artist, or even the title of the piece. But all I got was a golden plaque with one word on it:
'Untitled'.
"So wait, is its name Untitled or is it just... Untitled?" I thought aloud, a bit confused. I heard someone's scoff.
"Banana," someone beside me responded. I blinked and turned to my right to face a teen, around my age, with feminine-looking blond hair and bright, hypnotizing blue eyes- like bluer than the sky blue eyes. Though the appearance of a leather-clad outfit and the hair may have led me to think this person next to me was a girl, the voice was a dead giveaway of them being a boy. The blond snapped, obviously irritated at me for some reason. Damn. I must have been staring.
"What?" I blinked out of my trance-like state and tried to play it casual. "B-Banana?"
"Ask a stupid question..." He started, looking towards me to finish the saying that I think I recognized. I noticed his voice was a little gravely, like he had been coughing all day to get it to sound like that...
"Oh- Uh... Get a stupid answer...?" I finished uncertainly. My mother had said a saying like that to me before. I hoped Blondie was thinking of the same one or I might have just been seen as an idiot.
"Pineapple."
Or- Uh maybe not...

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To Be Continued...