Riddles {a Death Note MelloXOC and NearXOC story}

Poison

I shook my head. "Not even that. If it was that black and white, then people wouldn't be so torn on the issue. There would be a majority and a minority. In this case, the majority actually supports Kira."

"Thanks to fear and the corruption of the media," she argued. "They're practically indoctrinating their viewers."

"Yeah," I said, "so if you take that out, imagine what it was like in the beginning. Things were more evenly divided; there was no majority. If there isn't a majority, then there isn't a definite right or wrong."

"Have you ever heard of An Enemy of the People?" she asked.

I raised an eyebrow and shook my head in response.

"It's a Norwegian play—En folkefiende—about a man who tries to warn everyone in town that the water of the springs they make money off of is poisoned," she explained. "No one believed him, but he was right. 'The majority is never right until it does right.'"

"Unlike your play, Allison," I began, "there isn't anyone writing this. There's no underlying message to convince us that one party is right." I heard her phone beeping, and she pulled it out to check her notification. "And who knows? Maybe he was wrong; maybe the water was never poisoned in the first place."

Allison

I frowned at Patience's comment. I couldn't understand her outlook on the world, or rather, her apparent lack thereof. At least with Joy, I knew her opinion: a bunch of pro-murdering, Kira-praising shite.

That thought rang in the back of my head as I pulled out my cellphone. I had gotten a new text from Matt.

go to corner store i met you at last time. need to talk in person.

"I have to go," I said, quickly looking up from my phone.

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"I'm surprised he even let you back in," I said as I approached Matt in the convenience store. He was smoking a fag and playing one of his handheld video games.

"He almost didn't," Matt muttered.

I waited. "You plan on telling me why I'm here?"

"Just got to beat this," he said, "then I'll save it."

"I thought you said you gave me your favorite video game," I pointed out.

"I did," he said, "but that doesn't mean I won't play something else to pass the time. I've already beaten this five times, but—"

I stepped forward, snatched the game out of his hands, and closed the upper screen.

"You bitch," he said half-jokingly.

I rolled my eyes. "Priorities, Matt. Priorities."

He was silent.

"What's the matter?" I asked him.

He took the fag out of his mouth and blew out a puff of smoke. I quickly grabbed a magazine and started fanning it out. "You'll set off the smoke detector that way, you twit.
"Come on, let's go outside. There's practically no one out on the streets at this time of day. Everyone's at work or something."

Matt shrugged, then nodded. I gestured for him to follow, and he paid for another pack of fags on his way out. The man at the register had looked at him suspiciously, as if he'd suspected Matt would drop another lit fag and set the store on fire.