A/N: This is just a dorky 100 word drabble written in fun. I don't own Death Note, though it'd be really cool if I did.
He couldn't stand it any longer. In Mello's eyes, it was a sin, a waste of something so perfect for such a menial purpose. He couldn't stand to watch and so he didn't, but there was still that lingering scent that only served to tease and taunt him.
He twitched and his fingers dug into the fabric arms of the chair he pressed himself deeply into. He stared ahead at the wall with every ounce of self-control. When he heard the crinkling of foil, he snapped.
Mello dove to sink his teeth into the chocolate fort Near had been constructing.