"Ahh! Kill it! Please, babe, kill it!" Mello screamed while jumping on top of the bed. It started to creep a little closer to the bed and he screeched again, fell on the bed, and gripped onto the sheets. Matt sighed to himself, "Who knew that Mello would have such musophobia? Musophobia is a fear of rats and mice, if you didn't know. In all honesty, Matt didn't like them either, but really, who would? They are creepy, tiny, disease infested creatures! "Matty, kill it!" Mello scream-whispered. Matty, as he was being called at the moment, chuckled silently and rolled his eyes. Mihael Keehl, the person who would eliminate his competition to be the best, was afraid, of a mere rat. This surprised him, and probably everyone that know the blonde haired boy.
Before Matt had to kill the rat, he had to know how to kill one. He thought about traps, but then he remembered that Mello wanted – no, needed, that rat dead as soon as possible. A cat? Oh, wait, they didn't have one, much to his dismay at the moment. Hmm, he could always beat it with a shovel. "That always works", he figured. He started to leave the room, the last things he heard were, "Matt?" and the door slamming shut.
He was gone for about 10 minutes or so, and he came back holding a shovel on his shoulder, with a badass look on his goggled face. "Where is it?" he spoke in his lowest voice. Mello pointed to a corner of the room, and it didn't take long to find. It was a rather large rat, and it was snacking on something. He knelt down, far enough for it to not run away, but close enough for the rat to see him. "Hey buddy…" he whispered pulling the shovel out from behind his back. The shovel wasn't fairly big, but it could definitely crush the rat. Matt had to be quick, because usually the rat would be quicker. He counted in his head. "1…2…3." He slammed that onto the ground, Mello and the rat shrieking in unison. He pulled the shovel up, and you could see a stain on the shovel from the rat's blood. Matt threw it out the window (because he is so considerate.) and immediately went to wash his hands. When he came out, he found a human wrapped around him tightly. As if on instinct, he hugged back. "Mello, you are now a uke. Why didn't you tell me about your musophobia?" He whispered. Mello chuckled. "Shut up." They caught each other's eyes and leant in. They shared a kiss like one they hadn't shared in a long time. After they pulled away, Mello said, "Matty, how do I repay you? Do you want another video game? Cigarettes, what?" He shook his head no. Mello got an idea, and let's just say, Matt was rewarded that night.