Hey everyone, I have begun to compose a series of one shots to put into a fic, i really have nothing better to do with my time. Anyway I hope it's okay.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, and never will...unless I find a dusty lamp that happens to contain a genie. Until then....
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A for Ambush
It had taken ages, but there it stood, in the middle of the room. Numerous blankets draped over chairs, held firmly in place with heavy objects created a colourful tent. A tent to crawl in and hide away from the world, from Roger and from the massive workload given at Wammy's.
Matt was proud of his work and immediately grabbed his game boy, lifted up a side and ducked in. The roof was low and the light from the room coming through the thin multicoloured blankets cast everything inside in an eerie glow. The floor within was littered with pillows, giving the effect of a spongy ground.
Lying on his stomach, playing his game boy, matt was perfectly content in his cubby house. It brought back memories, good memories, of when he was little and his dad had helped him build blanket tents to hide in. They had sometimes stayed up for days, matt had loved having a secret place all to himself.
It was true that now he's reason for building a cubby was different, now it was used as a refuge, to smother away the outside world. He hadn't built one since he's dad died, but it felt right, safe.
It wasn't until he heard the thunderous footsteps that could only belong to his best friend Mello, 20 minutes later that he knew, his refuge and safe house wouldn't last long. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.
The door opened and in came a flurry of yellow and black. Matt could immediately feel Mello crash against him as he was tackled. Thrashing around under the covers trying to find a gap Matt yelled playfully,
'No!!The base has been ambushed!!'
Finally finding a gap, head emerging from the nest of blankets and pillows Matt dramatically slumped against his best friend.
'You have mortally wounded me with your tackle hug Mel, now i am dying in agony..'.
'You are so childish for a twelve year old Matt' Mello responded in an affectionate nature.
The red headed 'child' grinned in a sheepish manner.
'But that's why you love me.'
The blonde rolled his eyes, but made no move to change the previous statement. So there they sat, together in a mass of soft, colourful material nest, both smiling and equally content.
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Okay, thanks for reading, comments, critisism are welcome. If you feel you must flame, go ahead at the expense of my self esteem *sobs*. No really type your opinions whatever they may be : )
Tarqui