A/N: Notes below. Go fetch!
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My Life Would Suck Without You
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'Matt.'
I sighed. If I didn't have to do this at least four times every day, it might be slightly more amusing. The novelty wore off dispiritingly quickly.
Matt jerked awake, wrenching his head up so quickly that it must have caused at least a little pain. He blinked confusedly around for a moment, at his surroundings and then me, before shaking out his burnt-umber hair and slouching down to yawn expansively.
'Oh, jeez. I hate surveillance,' he sighed, standing up and rumpling his hair before slouching towards the kitchen.
I followed, taking a bite out of my new and pristine chocolate bar, unwrapped only moments before. It was the reason I had left my room (which Matt had handily labelled "Fortress of Solitude" during one of his more … energetic hours) in the first place. I had noticed Matt's slumped form looking rather pathetic on my first foray across the main area, but had merely sighed and ignored it, deciding to concentrate on matters at hand. Chocolate.
'I don't think what you are doing counts as surveillance,' I pointed out, wryly, leaning on a counter, as he squinted at an instant noodle packet.
'What? I was totally surveilling … surveying, whatever. Yeah,' he yawned again, and tossed the fluorescent package onto the work surface and grabbing a coke can from the fridge.
'You were playing Vice City, Matt.'
'Actually, it was Hitman. Just for recreation; I finished it a few years ago. For the memories,' he smiled, and I raised an eyebrow.
'Don't you normally play games for recreation?'
'Occasionally. Mostly I play them for bets to online communities; or better, the manufacturer. And then I also play them to crack the game and sell the cracked version online. Occasionally I'll programme in my own Easter Egg for fun,' he said, matter of factly, taking another gulp of coke. I was … not stunned, but surprised. Matt is rather what one would call a 'space cadet'. Others would likely find it endearing. I just found it irritating.
'Oh,' I said.
Matt grinned at me.
'Yeah. Wammy's House kind of sucked without you, bro,' he said, sloping back to the TV.
'And now, back to work,' he announced, flopping onto the sofa and picking up the controller once more. I sighed, but said nothing, and made my way back to my room and desk, piled with notes. I knew I'd be back in less than two hours to wake him up again, and berate him for not doing any work, but funnily enough, I didn't mind. There are few enough people I can trust in my life, and I consider Matt my friend. Perhaps my only friend.
Had anyone else so blatantly ignored my orders, I probably would have just shot them. But Matt's not everyone else. He has proved his worth and loyalty many's a time. I didn't mind having to look out for him. He had done it for me.
I closed the door to my Fortress of Solitude and prepared to settle back to work, unlike Matt. But I didn't mind.
The real world had kind of sucked without him too.
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A/N: Jaysus, it sounds so slashy ... but it's actually not meant to be. Not this time, anyway ...
But yeah. Matt and Mello do have a very 'my life would suck without you' relationship. It's not pretty and happy, but it's deep. And it actually means something. They're friends for the long-haul, and I think they enjoy bantering along in fan fics about them. I HAVE NOT FINISHED DEATH NOTES 11 and 12. DO NOT SPOIL, OR I WILL KILL YOU.
;) But I hope you like it. I'm away for a bit, but reviews would be a nice way to perk me up when I arrive home! And a shout-out to P.T., my very own Matt. Except more unbalanced ... only kiddin', I love you baby ... you dirty ho ...
