My first Death Note story/drabble thing. Feedback is appreciated! :)

Mello was never seen without chocolate bars on hand. NEVER.

It was, like, a rule. The secret Eleventh Commandment of the Ten Commandments.

"Thou shalt not be seen anywhere without thy holy chocolate."

Something like that.

Just like he, Matt, was never caught without spare batteries. Just in case the fully charged up ones in his PSP died.

That, and cigarettes. God. Those cigarettes were good. Especially the foreign ones. The ones from Panama especially.

So on the day that Matt decided to stock up on something healthy for once and was forced to clear out the pantry to make room, it was catastrophic.

"Hey, Matty?" Mello called from somewhere under a kitchen cabinet.

"Yeah, Mels?"

"Where's the chocolate? I could've sworn I bought some the day before yesterday, and I KNOW I couldn't have eaten all of it by now."

Matt chose not to answer that question, instead preferring to continue to punch buttons on his PSP. He knew perfectly well where the chocolate was, and that was, currently, sitting at the bottom of the Dumpster in a rather large trash bag a few blocks from their house.

Mello walked into the room, his hair askew from rummaging around in the pantry, and snatched the game away from Matt.

"Mail, I said, WHERE'S THE CHOCOLATE?"

Matt knew this wasn't good. Whenever Mello used his real name, then shit was about to hit the fan.

"Er...yeah. Funny thing that. Could've sworn that I saw some guy run out of our house carrying this GINORMOUS plastic trash bag. He might've had your chocolate in there."

"Would this strange man happen to have red hair, wear goggles and a striped shirt? Would this man's initials also happen to be MJ?"

"Funny thing, Mel, I think he happened to steal a few of my shirts, too."

Mello stared Matt down for a few seconds, and then calmly turned and walked away.

Matt had no idea what had just happened, and a few minutes later realized that Mello had taken his PSP with him.

A few days later, Mello managed to scrape up enough cash to have a safe installed in the house. In it, he put a mountain of chocolate he had purchased the day before. He closed the safe, locked it, and with a triumphant smile, turned to Matt.

"Mail, dearest, since we don't have any more money, I guess we can't really afford to get you any more cancer sticks."

Matt's mouth dropped. No. Fucking. Way.

"Oh, and by the way, Near finds your PSP very entertaining."

Matt's jaw dropped even further.

Mello smiled sweetly, an innocent facade. Then he walked over to Matt and shut his jaw, pecking him on the cheek.

"I love you."

And then Mello exited the room, smiling triumphantly, leaving Matt alone in the living room, in a state of complete and utter shock.

Two days later, Matt was suffering from the effects of nicotine and PSP withdrawal.

He had even called up Near and begged for the return of the PSP. But Near had refused. Laughing very loudly. Little dick.

He had even called Light and begged him to kill him, so he wouldn't have to suffer. Light laughed and hung up. Bastard.

And there was no way Mello was giving up the keys to the car, so he couldn't go and rob some old lady's house to get more money for cigarettes.

There was nothing he could do.

In the back of his mind, while he was curled up on the couch spasming and his thumbs twitching madly, he made a silent vow.

"I shalt not dispose of Mello's chocolate. I shalt not dispose of Mello's chocolate. I shalt not dispose of Mello's chocolate."

Meanwhile, Mello smiled and bit down on a bar of chocolate. Life was good.