"Matt, can you come here please? Matt turned his head towards his master, putting the video game on pause.
"What's up, Mello?"
"Come here, please."
"But I'm playing a vi-"
"Now." Mello cocked his gun and pointed it in Matt's direction, his fingers resting lightly on the trigger. Without speaking Matt stood up, walking slowly forward to Mellow, tugging lightly on his shirt collar that was suddenly too tight. Though he knew Mello would never shoot him, looking down the barrel of a gun was enough to make him begin to sweat.
"I need you to answer something for me." Matt did not reply and Mello lowered the gun, resting his head on the empty hand, fingers entwining with his long blonde hair.
"Why are you here?" Without disengaging the gun he began to twirl it around his finger, Matt praying with silent words that it would not be pointed towards him when it went off. But, that's just his boss, he figured. Round and round... he would kill anyone without notice, a subtle sick child's game played with death, the gun twirling around like a game of twister.
And the bullet goes in your... heart. Perfect! Can you still stand? No? Well, you're out then.
"I don't get what you mean, sir." He forced his eyes away from the twirling metal, onto the face that was staring back at him.
"All you do is play your fucking video game. What does that have to do with anything? How does that help me? It doesn't. Why do I keep you around? Why don't I just kill you right now?" He stopped the gun quickly and with a flick it was pointed back at Matt again.
"I... I don't know sir. I do help you when you need it though, when you..."
"But there's the thing. You don't. I had one simple mission for you. Keep the Death Note safe. And you failed, you failed, and let it get into the hands of L's fucking minions! WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH YOU NOW, WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN DO SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS THAT?"
"But... sir, I'm sorry, I really am. Trust me. I just... I, I under estimated their skill... I couldn't, please..." A nearby bottle whistled by Matt's head and he ducked, the bottom just barely grazing the top of his head. He stayed on his knees, ready for his death. Silent prayers dripped from his lips not for luck, but for anyone who would try to cross Mello. A full minute went by before he looked up, eye's meeting Mello's. Upon seeing him Mello set down his gun, taking a bite out of his candy bar.
"You're lucky you're so cute." Matt heard his master mutter and stood up, an incredulous smile taking over.
"What?"
"I said nothing. Now go and... oh, I don't know... do something." He waved his hand, dismissing the younger boy, cheeks flaming red.
"Whatever you say, sir. Whatever you say."