A.N
A quick oneshot to say happy 21st Mello!
You didn't die, your living your life up with Matt in England! We all know!
Yes this is a day early but hey, I couldn't deal with his death so lets poke fun at him instead :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
Jam, sugar, coffee, milk, lots of chocolate, shower gel.
Matt nodded to himself in his head. Yup he got everything on the list, even if it didn't include the new Final Fantasy game. Matt grinned to himself, shrugging one of the brown paper bags into the other arm, pulling the game from ontop of the milk and gently ran his hand over the cover grinning to himself like a child on Christmas. Shoving the groceries into the boot of his car, he slammed the boot letting his hand trail along the glossy red paint job for a fraction longer than is socially acceptable.
In truth Matt didn't want to go home. Mello got angry at him yesterday for dumping the bottle of chocolate syrup which Matt though was expired but turned out to be just defrosting from it's prolonged stay in the emergancy stash. When Mello found out he whipped his gun out shooting the circle around Matt's head, who immeditaly ducked onto the floor and crawled behind the settee. Infact Mello was so pissed, he sent Matt out to get more, slamming the door in his face and telling him not to come home for the next four hours.
Matt sighed, sliding into the plush leather seats of his car, ignoring the seatbelt and gunning the engine. It had only been two hours, but Matt was convinced he could win over the blonde if he put on his best hurt face and whine a little. Pulling the door shut, he placed a cigarette between his lips and lit the tip inhaling the stream of nicotine gratefully, pulling away from the curb.
Reminding himself to finish it before he even got close to the flat, he wound down the window tossing at least half of his cancer-laced treat out. Mello had 'made him quit' or so he thought. Truthfully Mello didn't come near his car without express permission from Matt himself after almost knocking the bumper off, but that man could smell smoke on him a mile away. Praying that he could pass it off as some woman at the store, he pulled into the street, car almost crawling along the street to try to buy Matt more time. Realising he couldn't, he pulled up to the pavement and parked, slowly stumbling from the glossy interior of his baby.
Collecting the groceries he ambled up the stairs, pushing open the door and dumped the brown paper bags on the counter.
"Mells?" He yelled into the apartment, shoving his keys into his pocket as he walked into the living room. "I knew you said four hours but-" Matt looked up, the various toys and a blonde girl who looked remarkably like the chick they'd be stalking for the Kira investigation littered the ground. "I-err-sorry...is Mello still around?" He asked tentatively.
"Fuck off Matt." The blonde girl spat, her voice sounding remarkably like...
"Mello?" He questioned biting back the laugh that etched its way into his throat.
"This isn't what it looks like!" The blonde whined confirming Matt's suspicions. Lowering the china cup he held in his hand he turned a deep shade of red, other hand tugging the blonde pigtails which sat atop his head.
"It looks like you just broke every fucking stereotype simultaneously." Matt giggled.
"It was Near's idea!"
"Near's here?"
"Yeah he wanted to share information and..." Mello trailed off burying his head into his knees. Matt turned on his heels walking towards the front door. "Matt!"
"Yeah...I'll be back in two hours. Have fun Mellina." He called, running out the door before he could be shot.