If I owned Death Note, L, Matt, and Mello would still be alive. Are they? I didn't think so, therefore Death Note is not mine.
Damn Mello and his child's play hacking wants.
The nineteen year old gamer stared blankly at his computer screen, which showed a picture of a happy little Mario smiling back at him. He was bored out of his mind, and he had easily hacked into all the computers Mello had wanted him to. Boredom didn't sit well with the redhead, and he cursed himself silently for forgetting to recharge his Nintendo DS.
An over dramatic sigh fell from his lips as he flopped back again the couch, glaring at his computer. His eyes darted around the screen for a moment before they landed on the icon for the Internet. He never really used to the Internet unless it was for researching the Kira case. He rolled his eyes to himself as he leaned forward again, double clicking on the pixels.
However, just pulling up the Internet never worked when it came to seizing boredom. What, did you expect Matt to point at the screen and go 'Yay! New thingy popped up!' and clap his hands together like a young child? No. Now he needed to think up something to search for or look up, and Matt just wasn't up to par on that.
The redhead pulled at is gloves, pulling them up farther on his fingers as he thought about what to search.
Matt? No, there were billions of people named Matt in the world, let alone the Internet.
Mail Jeevas? Since his name was spelled as 'male' he'd probably get things regarding the post office or some shit like that.
Mello? He'd probably just end up getting the word 'mellow'.
Mihael Keehl? He had to admit that Mello did have a highly unusual name, so he filled the blank search engine space with the letters, lazily hitting the enter button. The gamer took a quick swig of the soda next to him, nearly spitting it out and choking on it at the same time as he looked at the results. Every single one of them pertained to the Mihael he knew, at least the little descriptions lead him to believe such.
He scrolled through the results, noticing some talk about Mello's life in the Mafia, Mello and Near getting into fights during Wammy's – wait how did anybody know about Wammy's House? - and Mello and himself being together.
All of these were different, and Matt couldn't help but look completely dumbfounded. Who the hell were these people? How did they know Mello's real name? Matt's real name? About Wammy's House and that Mello and Near were rivals, that the two M's were best friends, and that L had died?! Were these some psychos who just happened to get most stuff right??
His green eyes scanned the site name in which all of these had came from, almost choking on another gulp of soda as he noticed they were all from the same fucking site.
What in the name of Mario Kart is fanfiction?
He blinked, studying the descriptions of each of these articles on the site. Truth be told, Matt was slightly afraid of clicking on one of them, in case it gave his beloved laptop a virus because it tricked him into clicking on it by magically coming up with a description that would lure him into it's filthy grasp.
He would not fall for it. He cherished his computer games and his hacking equipment way too much.
A frown pulled the edges of his lips down as he stared at the search engine, his fingers twitching due to temptation to read what one of these things said. There was one about him and Mello meeting up on a swingset in a park right after Mello's burn. True, that wasn't how that event happened but he was curious...
The door burst open just as Matt was about to click on the item, and he squeaked slightly, closing out of the Internet. If the blonde caught him looking him up on the Internet, he'd be pissed. It was weird enough that he was on the Internet, let alone looking stuff up on him.
"Did you do it?" Mello's voice snapped the gamer out of the horrible visuals going in his mind, most consisting of what Mello would do to him. The others were of his DS being able to talk and tell him he was the worst gamer in gaming history.
"Mmhmm, it was pure child's play." he responded, grinning up at the other male. There was no denying that he was adorable, and that gave Matt a fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach. So he had a crush on his bestest friend in the entire universe, what else was new?
The blonde fell back onto the couch next to him, chocolate bar in hand, a sigh falling into the air as he did so. "What have you been doing then, if it was so easy? Isn't your DS dead or whatever?" he looked at Matt with a curious expression, studying in his face.
The redhead shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, removing his goggles from over his eyes and placing them on the top of his head. "Uhh, just sat around. Played around with some of my stuff... basically just waited for you. What the hell did you do?" he responded, abruptly turning the conversation back to Mello. Mello enjoyed talking about himself; the gamer wouldn't need to add much at all.
"...and I wen't out and got my own chocolate for once," he heard Mello say as he got up from the chair, starting to walk in circles. God forbid why the blonde did that. It hurt Matt's eyes to follow him, making his own vision twirl around and around.
"...heard some people say 'Oh my god is that Mello?!' and someone else say 'No, it's just a really good cosplayer'. I have no fucking idea what they were talking about. I wanted to shoot them. How did they know who I was?" That made his head snap up, wondering what the hell cosplayers were and if that had anything to do with fanfiction. He barely heard Mello grumble something about Americans before he rose, walking quicker than normal to the kitchen.
Matt was too easily tempted into looking at the fanfiction site he had stumbled upon, but he couldn't look at it with Mello in the room, could he? He now even had to look up cosplayers, dammit! This was just way too strange. Matt sighed, thumping his head on the counter while lighting a cigarette at the same time and inserting it between his lips.
Inhaling deeply on one of two of his addictions, he smiled out of relaxation. He could stil hear Mello's voice talking, obviously oblivious as to Matt's lack of presence in the room. The redhead began to walk back into the living room, knowing all to well the yelling his best friend would give him if he realized he was gone.
When he settled back into position, Mello was still pacing in circles. "Did you know there's a fucking town somewhere in Pennsylvania that makes Hershy chocolate? A FACTORY FULL OF CHOCOLATE MATT!"
Matt couldn't help but laugh, but he ended it abruptly, his mind trailing back to fanfiction.
Fuck temptation. Fuck temptation to hell. No, wait. Damn temptation to the deepest pits of hell.
A/N;
Mello is OOC, I know, and Matt possibly is too. This is going to be a parody of some pretty freaking sweet fanfics on here about MattxMello, or MattxNear, or MelloxNear. Just cool fanfics. That Matt discovers. And I'll parody some of my favorite youtube cosplayers as well.
The swingset thing I mentioned is a fanfic called Swings, written by Shashuko the Paisley Maiden
Read and review, please and thanks.
IF YOU HAVE ANY FANFICTIONS YOU'D LIKE ME TO HAVE MATT DISCOVER, REVIEW WITH AN ACTUAL REVIEW, AND THEN GIVE ME THE LINK. I'D PREFER IT IF IT WAS NOT ONE OF YOUR OWN, THOUGH, BUT YOU STILL CAN.
Love The NotSoSane Katie. :D