A/N: Ok, this is my first story so I do apologise if it's not that good but please be nice and review. Thanks to red-headed psychopaths wanted for all her advice. Thanks to anyone who reads this and enjoys it.

Disclaimer: If I owned Death Note then you'd know about. L, Matt and Mello would all still be alive.

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What's Your Favourite...?

Mello and Matt were down by the river on a warm summer's day. Looking around, Matt began to see the beautiful colours that surrounded them.

"I hate being outside," Mello grumbled. "Everything looks bright. It's not natural."

"Of course it is. That's why they call it nature." Matt commented. "You must like some of the colours that are around here. Like the green. Which green do you like the most?" he asked the taller, slightly older blonde.

Mello sat down on the grassy bank and looked across the river.

'The green that makes your eyes so perfect,' he thought.

"The leaves on those plants over there," Mello finally said, contrary to his previous thoughts. "That's a nice green." Still looking across the river, he said, "What's your favourite yellow?"

Matt sat down next to the blonde and sighed as he looked up at the sky. "I like the sun," he said simply.

'Because of the way it makes your hair shine.'

Shaking away this mental afterthought, he lay down in the grass and looked around at the flowers that surrounded them. Staring absentmindedly at the poppies, Matt pulled out a packet of cigarettes and lit one.

"Do you like red?" he whispered.

Mello nodded and lay down next him.

"Then what's your favourite red?" Matt asked as he took a long drag of his cigarette.

Mello breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of Matt's copper hair as he buried his head, trying to block out the smell of the cheap cigarette smoke. "Those berries," Mello whispered quietly into Matt's ear. "In that bush. I like that red."

Matt turned to look at Mello.

"What's your favourite blue?" Mello asked, subconsciously twirling Matt's hair.

Matt's mouth suddenly felt dry. Mello was so close, he could almost taste the chocolate on his breath. It was closer than they'd been for a while. He lost all awareness of everything that was happening. He could not think of anything besides that moment. He looked into Mello's eyes and thought 'I love the colour blue that's etched into my mind by your stubborn gaze.'

Swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, he said, "the sky."

The two boys lay silent for a few minutes.

"What are you thinking about?" Mello asked quietly.

Matt opened his mouth. The word was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn't say it, he couldn't force himself to say, 'You'. He couldn't tell Mello that all he ever thought about was him. Instead, he closed his mouth and leaned forward, closing the gap between himself and his best friend, his only family, his partner in crime and what he would consider his better half. Gently, he kissed Mello and ran his fingers through his hair.

Pulling away, he said, "What are you thinking about?"

"About how long I've wanted to do that," Mello replied, taking Matt's hand in his own and entwined their fingers.

THE END