Hello! For the other stories on this account were written by MYcookies, but I am… Max. Just call me that on this fandom anyway. Yes, I do have different names for different fandoms; don't look at me like that! Anyway I hope you enjoy my first fic ever based on one of Mc's dreams. XD this isn't really in between something it's more like an alternate universe probably. Sort of crack but, you know, humor is good for the souls! K, um you can read it now and I'll stop ranting. I tend to do that.

Disclaimer: Me? Own Death Note? I wish, dude that would be awesome… but sadly I don't. =(

SACHIKO POV

I was walking down the street when I suddenly hear yelling. Being a secret assassin and all I went to check it out. I swiftly took out my gun and teacup and started climbing the outside of the small white house with yells coming from it.

"No, Matlo!" a sexy red-head with orange goggles exclaimed.

A blonde, girly, emo, hippie looking teen retorted, "Melt sounds so much better."

I hung from the small chandelier, listening closely to their strange argument.

"Can we at least agree that Malt is out of the question so far?" The red-head said. The blonde nodded, then muttered, "But I still think Melt goes better."

"I heard that you know," the red-head replied, an annoyed look on his face.

"It was meant to be heard," the emo-hippie snapped. The red-head gave a frustrated groan and fell back onto a small, purple, beat-up couch.

A muffled, "Oh, Kira…" was heard from the couch cushion. All of a sudden the blonde rushed over and before the red-head noticed, the blonde swiftly sat on top of him. An oof was emitted from the red-head as all of the air was pushed out of him. "What the hell‽" (A/N INTEROBANG!)

"I'll get off of you as soon as you admit that Melt is the perfect mash-up name for us."

The red-head panted, "NEVER! Now get off of me!" The girly blonde shook his head, smirking. The red-head somehow flipped the blonde so he was on the floor in a matter of seconds, pinning his hands above his head. "And this is why I'm seme."

The blonde growled and screamed, "MELT."

"MATLO." The red-head growled back sassily.

"MELT."

"MATLO."

"MELT."

"MATLO."

"MELT."

"MAT-" Then a door slammed. An albino kid was standing in the front hallway, twirling his white hair one eyebrow cocked up at their position on the ground.

"GET OUTTA HERE YOU SHEEP WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMETHING!" The emo said. I rolled my eyes, teenagers.

The white-haired "sheep" hesitantly left as if contemplating whether to leave or go and grab some popcorn, sit down, and watch the show. I didn't blame him though, it was pretty entertaining. The albino left and the blonde and red-head were left alone again.

Then in the midst of the silence the blonde blurted, "I really don't care what the mash-up name is anymore as long as we still get to have sex."

The red-head smiled and tackled the blonde onto the couch. "Great."

The blonde sweetly kissed the red-head and I discreetly jumped down from the chandelier hoping they wouldn't see me, but they noticed and immediately pulled apart.

"Um… who are you?" the sexy red-head said.

"The world may never know," I said and left the odd, dysfunctional household.