"Mello?" the redhead wandered off into a hall. Exactly five minutes and three seconds ago, Mello had been called into Roger's office along with Near. Mello left scowling while the ghost child himself just… Well, just went without any hesitation or… Emotion. Matt shuddered. When he reached the lobby he found a brunette sitting on the only couch, and L standing next to him. L?
Matt stopped in his tracks. What was L doing here? Either way, Matt waved at L, out of nothing else to do. Besides, he was too absorbed in his game to even attempt to jump L. He grimaced for half a second as his Pokémon decided to die. Damn you, Kira!, Matt thought, closing his DS to turn his attention towards the visitors.
"Ah, Matt-kun, this is Light," L motioned to the brunette beside him. Said brunette, ahem, Light, smiled automatically at Matt.
"Hi," Matt said, sitting next to Light.
"Alright, Light. I hope you and Matt get along. I'll return in a while," L walked off into the other room. Matt readjusted himself and faced Light. Light glanced back as Matt smiled.
"You know L?" Matt asked. Light fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"I do," Light said, finding it obvious. Matt pulled out his game and began to play, which irritated Light even more.
So far, Light was starting to get irritated. His irritation increased when Matt absentmindedly put his booted feet up on the coffee table and pulled out a cigarette without lighting it. If he did light it, Roger would have kicked him out before Matt had the chance to drop it.
"Smoking's bad for you," Light commented.
"I know," Matt said, more concentrated on his game than on Light. Light was now offended.
"You're so childish… Fine, get lung cancer," Light said, crossing his arms and facing away.
"Pshh, as if," Matt said.
"Ugh, you're so cocky," Light said. Matt ignored him. So Light decided to use his perfect, healthy self to promote healthiness and therefore leaned forward dangerously close to Matt and very lightly did he grab the cigarette dangling from Matt's lips and removed it. Matt blushed as Light stood up, walked over to the nearest potted plant, and with a smirk, dropped the cigarette in it.
"Hey!" Matt protested. Light Yagami chuckled suavely, and then glanced up at Matt.
"As I said, smoking's bad for you," Light said. Matt glared and, fueled by anger, managed to kill his Pokémon-ish opponent.
"Yes!" Matt jumped on the couch, leaving footprints as Light only sighed. Unfortunately, at that very moment four people joined them. Roger walked in and gasped at the behavior of the Wammy's tenant, closely followed by Mello, Near, and L.
"You get down from there, Matt!" Roger exclaimed. Matt jumped off in perfect balance, only to lose it and knock over the coffee table. The room fell silent, lethally silent. Then, just as quickly as it started, it was broken by no other than Mello, who burst into fits of laughter.
"Oh, busted!" Mello managed to say, miraculously. At that moment, Near dropped down to the ground and began to play with a robot that emerged out of nowhere. Mello froze up, pale as ice, and spun in slow-motion, a grave expression on his face.
"Near… Where did that robot come from?" Mello asked, believing Near produced it out of thin air. No one ever knew with the pale genius.
"From a store. Or, more specifically," Near said, posing the robot in a girly manner, "it could be traced to have come from the Earth itself. It's a blend of metals, which are commonly found on this planet, and mostly plastic, which is man-made and is made from-"
"Ahh! Near, stop it! The robot was there, I get it," Mello shouted, curling up into fetal position and pulling his golden strands in frustration. Near had a talent for making a dangerous-to-anyone-within-a-mile Mello to a dangerous-to-only-his-hair Mello. Everyone else unconsciously backed away very, very slowly.
However Roger turned back to the young redhead who was about to make his grand escape. With a single glance, Matt sat down. He knew better than to defy the man who had the power to confiscate his every electronic object.
"You, young man, have destroyed something in this building for the last time. I do realize this was only a pair of muddy footprints on a two-thousand dollar couch, but this is remarkably similar to the time you ripped the curtains because of your stray cat, the time you burned the carpet on the second floor trying to examine a lighter, the time you burned the carpet on the third floor with your exploding gameboy, and the time you dented the desk with your target practice," Roger exclaimed, pointing at the desk in the lobby with very noticeable marks on it.
"That is it," Roger continued, turning an ever-so-lovely shade of purple, "Either you behave, or you're out of here."
"… That color really suits you, Roger!" Mello said, amused. He managed to recover from the trauma called Near, and was now standing up.
"If you would like," L spoke for the first time in seven minutes, "I know the perfect person to teach Matt-kun to behave. Light-kun." L motioned towards the wannabe-god that was already god in his mind. And in some fangirls' eyes.
Light nodded and smiled, eyeing his prey, skillfully judging. "Alright," Light said, clapping his hands together, "Let's start tomorrow, but for now, remember: Smoking's bad for you."
Matt walked over to the vase where Light had dropped it, picked it up, and handed it to Light. Light stared, dumbfounded. It was Matt's turn to show off.
"Smoking's also bad for this plant," Matt said, smirking happily.