A/N: Hi there! So I decided to challenge myself. So, using twenty-four prompts that are in no way mine (credit to tumblr!), I will write and post a one-shot a day for this story until Christmas Eve. But I already screwed up since I didn't post yesterday, so I'll be posting chapters two and three tomorrow. Okey dokey? I hope you enjoy this little series!

Also this is the first Death Note fanfic I've posted on here, so I am a bit nervous to post this. Anyway… hope you enjoy! Reviews and follows appreciated. :)

Disclaimer: If I were Tsugumi Ohba, Lawlight would be a thing and Mello wouldn't have died.

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Mistletoe

Mistletoe was a most horrid thing in Wammy's.

Every year, some jerk-probably one that wanted to see everyone suffer through the holidays-put up mistletoe everywhere in the mansion. The white berries on the green plant were beautiful, a perfect contrast; the tradition behind it, however, was not.

The teenagers took it too seriously. They wouldn't just kiss anyone, it had to mean something. It had to be real, truthful. The little kids found it gross, and only pecked the other on the cheek before scrubbing at it with their sleeve, in fear of getting 'cooties'.

Matt didn't mind having to kiss anyone, but it was annoying how he had to look up from his Gameboy whenever he was underneath the mistletoe with someone was pointless, really.

It was funny when he saw the younger ones kiss. He remembered the year previous, when Near, of all people, had to peck Linda on the side of her face, much to his denial. Matt had never seen his face so red, or red at all.

There had been another time, ages ago, when B and L were still at the orphanage-before B lost his mind, and before L started solving cases in the place they occurred. L had been walking through the foyer to the dining room, B in front of him. B stopped in the doorway, looked up, and grinned. Of course, mistletoe. Instead of an awkward peck on the cheek, however, B grabbed L by the collar of his shirt and kissed him thoroughly on the lips for a good five seconds. Matt couldn't help but laugh, and L, who was blushing, smacked him in the back of the head.

Mello had not kissed anyone yet, but had been caught underneath the mistletoe more times than he could count. He always managed to escape from kissing anyone. It wasn't fair, to b honest.

Matt had been kissed plenty of times. Some from guys, which were a bit awkward, but the majority of the kisses were from girls. The kisses ranged from a timid peck to full on making out, but that was their fault. After the kiss he would usually hear the giggles of other girls and asking how it was.

Fifteen out of eighteen girls said he was an amazing kisser.

Matt didn't enjoy it, but he didn't loathe it. It was nice to have a good snog or kiss once in a while, but the more snogging he did during the holiday, the more tiring and boring it became.

Matt was hoping he could escape this holiday's mistletoe. It was only the first day of December, so he could do it. Right?

Wrong. From what he'd heard, someone had already put the mistletoe up in miscellaneous places, and there had been plenty of kisses already. He was surprised Roger even allowed this; Roger was so high strung, and he disapproved of any contact whatsoever between students. That man made no sense.

On his Gameboy as usual, Matt decided to go down to the common room and find Mello. Last time he'd seen him was in class, which ended an hour ago. Or two… He'd lost the time, in any case, as he was trying to beat the boss in his game.

After saving his game, he stuck the Gameboy in the front pocket of his jeans and slid his orange tinted goggles down onto his neck. He opened the door and exited the room, walking down the large corridor and down the wood stairs.

The rails were already covered in ribbons, wreaths, and pine tinsel. The dark wood looked nice with the decorations set on them.

Matt continued to walk down the grand staircase, looking at the decorations in awe. He'd been here for a while now, but the decor of each holiday never ceased to amaze him.

He stepped off the final step and rounded the corner, entering the long hall where the drawing room, recreational room and common room could be found. The rec room was the largest of these rooms, filled with countless toys, puzzles and books.

The redhead stood in front of the common room, its large oak doors open for all to see. In it was a fireplace located in the back of the room, a window on each side of it, two large couches set parallel to each other with a coffee table in the middle, a table by the doors with two chairs and a chess set, a large bookshelf on the right side of the room, and two more large chairs on the opposite side of the room, placed beneath a large canvas painting by Claude Monet.

Mello was seated comfortably here, his right hand holding a large textbook and his left scribbling down notes at an alarmingly fast rate. Matt took a seat across from him, smiling.

"Studying much?" He said, pulling out his Gameboy to resume his game.

"We have an exam coming up, and I am not coming second to Near again." said Mello, who was trying to concentrate on the complicated text.

"Dude, relax. You'll do fine, it's not like it's tomorrow."

"Actually, it's in two days. There's no way in hell I'm going to lose again."

"Profanity, profanity!" Matt exclaimed, which earned him an eyeroll from the blonde. He put his Gameboy back in his pocket. "It's not a game, Mello. You need to loosen up."

"I can't just 'loosen up'." Mello said sharply.

"You need to take a break." Matt sighed, taking the textbook out of Mello's hand, as well as his binder, and placed them on the side table.

"Matt, quit it!" Mello shouted, standing up to get his textbook back and smack Matt.

"No. You need to relax, so we're going to go get you a puzzle or something."

Mello gave up arguing with Matt, and began to walk out of the common room and into the rec room.

There were plenty of kids in here, all doing different activities. It was eerily quiet in here, everyone concentrating on what they were doing.

Several kids looked up, snickering for some reason. And then, Matt saw it.

Mistletoe. That damn mistletoe! Right above his and Mello's heads was the small green plant. The worst part about it was there was no escape from this.

Matt was a bit hesitant, and so was Mello. They were best friends, after all, and nothing more. Neither of them really wanted to do this, because they didn't want to make things awkward between the other.

After an intense few seconds, Mello leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Matt's lips.

He nearly melted into the kiss. Any feelings that he had not known of for Mello were expressed in the kiss. It was like his own personal heaven, every amount of bliss devouring him, circulating through him. He wished it could have lasted longer.

They finally pulled away, staring at each other with pink cheeks and smiles. The room was silent once more. Mello took Matt's hand and grabbed a Rubik's Cube, then led him back into the common room, closing the doors.

"I love you, Matt."

"I love you too, Mello."

Matt had never loved mistletoe more.