Wow, I think this might be the longest chaptery thingy I've written in forever! Wow! Anyway. Welcome to my brand spankin' new fic. Yahh.

First off, I hate the title it currently has, but I couldn't think of anything else AT ALL! Unbe-freaking-lievable, huh? Gah. Please, poke me loudly in a review or pm with a better name, I'm begging you! Seriously, I dislike this one. A lot. Well... It might grow on me, we'll see.

Umm.. oh yeah!

Disclaimers - I don't own Death Note, kay? For one, I'm not Japanese like the people that made it were, and for two [am I retarded? yes] something of such epic proportions would never come into my head. I just typoed 'head' with 'hair' seriously. I'm a bit dumb, really. Oh yeah, and I don't own Matt, Mello, or Hadouken! and I never will, either. Unless I meet a Matt and date him :3

Warnings - Mello's a perv, Matt's underage, lots of swearing, but no smexings in this chappy, aye? Umm... Obvious yaoi themeage, and entirely AU.

For the heads up; some wonderful lemoning shows up in some future chapters, so maybe that'll be nice? Do read on, anyway :D

Enjoy! :D

"Matt!"

Clickity click.

"Matt?!"

Still no response. I'm pretty sure he assumed I just couldn't hear, since I had my massive black Skullcandy headphones on, and Hadouken! was playing about fifty decibels roughly fifty decibels too loud. I could still hear him though. I just chose to ignore him. All the time. Twenty-four seven, almost.

I think it annoys him.

The headphones were very suddenly yanked unceremoniously from my head, and I yelped. Sort of... Yeah. I spun around in my chair, furiously trying to claw them back from the brunette boy that was standing over me.

My goddamn brother, Mr So-Called-Perfect. Hah. He wore a pretty evil smirk on his face, the same one he'd worn last week when he'd broken my Game Cube. Took me ages to fix the poor thing... But I digress.

"Get out the damn house, you need to exercise," he snapped, chucking my portable sound system into my face; well, that was where it was intended, but I caught it. 'Cause I'm just that damn epic. Especially for a fifteen year old who's idea of 'exercise' is playing tennis on the Wii for ten minutes. Just because he heads down to the damned gym every other day doesn't mean everyone does. It's just not my style, damnit!

He was attempting to shove some form of poster in my face. I guess he'd yanked it off a window or something in town. Something like that, probably. Not amused, I pushed it a little ways off my face so I could actually see it. Something to do with dance lessons. And a number to call.

I stared at it in shock. He expected that I'd dance?!

What was this crap?! Surely he knew that really wasn't my thing... I attempted to zone back into what he was saying so as not to cause myself avoidable problems.

"I've already enrolled you. It starts in about twenty minutes, so I'd get moving if I were you," he smirked, tapping an invisible watch, before dropping the colourful paper onto my desk and exiting. The way he said it made it obvious what he thought of my ability to move faster than a leisurely amble.

With a sigh, I picked it up. It looked more like a poster for a rave than for dance lessons, what with all the neon lights in the background and black silhouettes with their hair flipping everywhere. Mine does that when I head bang. I try not to do that so much... Unless I'm alone. Then I jump around like a looney to music that's probably damaged the ears of everyone within a twenty mile radius, but not mine, because I've built up an immunity to it.

Though on reflection of my current dancing ability (non existent) this whole dance lesson thing might not be too painful... Maybe some random crappy 'dance' lessons might not be so bad for me.

With a slight sigh, I switched from my jeans and striped hoodie into a pair of knee-length, black board shorts and my striped red and black T-shirt. It was warm outside, after all, and I didn't want to die or something at this dance thing. Bloody Light signing me up for shit for no reason... Totally uncalled for.

I checked the venue on the poster quickly, recognizing the address easily, and quickly left the house, wandering aimlessly in the right direction. I knew it was the right direction for the simple reason that I just know these things. It only took me about ten minutes to get there, probably faster than Lighty-kins – note my sarcasm – had expected.

Not bothering to wait, I figured I'd just go on in and wait in an area that wasn't doused in sunlight that was trying to turn me into something resembling a dying oven chip. I appeared to have walked in a brightly lit lobby, so I figured I should ask the girl behind the counter thing where I should go.

She pointed me in what I hoped was the right direction, and after a short, well lit corridor or two, I found myself in a vaguely darker room, where music was already blasting. I wondered momentarily if I was late, but quickly noticed that there was only one person there. The teacher maybe?

Whoever it was, they were dancing like their goddamn life depended on it. I recognized the beat easily enough; it was off the Hadouken! album that had recently come out. Awesome. I stood by the door, stock still so as not to distract the dancer, nodding slightly in time to the music.

The movements were incredible, frankly, the person's body moving in a way that I would've placed at a strip club, or maybe some pole dancer, but not a teenage dance lesson room. Silently, I pulled a Red Bull can from one of my over-large pockets, tapping it lightly three times before I cracked it open. From the looks of it, I was gonna need an energy boost.

Apparently, the dancer heard it over the music, because the loud beats and most of the movement stopped moments later, and when I looked up from admiring the can, I noticed that the lights had been flicked on, and there was a face staring down at me.

Masculine, definitely, and about an inch above mine, but sort of delicate looking, apart from the badass scar that was covering a good portion of his face. It was pretty cool, actually. He was dressed in clothes that looked pretty tight, and surely couldn't have been all that comfortable to dance like that in, really.

I was distracted from my gawping at the random blond guy's body by fingers snapping loudly in my face. I jumped, blushing a little as I look back up at him.

"You're the new kid?" The question was about as bored as it was humanly possible to sound. I nodded mutely, frowning a little. He didn't seem like such a nice guy. Bit of an asshole, maybe. He'd been pretty hot dancing though... I quickly wiped that thought from my head, instead responding properly with a question of my own.

"You're the dance teacher?"

I assumed he wasn't particularly amused by this, because he blew his fringe out of his face and sighed loudly before replying. I wasn't sure what exactly about me was so irritating.

"No duh, kid. I don't remember your name, so I'm calling you Firehead. Live with it." I scowled. Well, it was probably more of a pout. I'm not great with the whole 'threatening looks' thing. The teacher guy seems to have got it down perfectly thought. "I'm Mello. I'm twenty-four, and I don't take shit from the kids that come here, geddit?"

I frowned a little. I never asked his age. I was very suddenly aware of his presence – right up in my face. It surprised me, and not in a good way either, since I have this big personal bubble that I don't need people invading. Especially not people that look like I might want to jump them. I'm bi, but that doesn't mean I'm attracted to everyone I see. I'm just picky over looks, attitude and personality. Gender doesn't bother me, really.

He was smirking. It looked like he might actually be capable of out-smirking dear Light. That was more than a little bit scary, to be honest. He looked like he was about to start feeling me up – though that might've just been my imagination, which is always a possibility – before he suddenly stepped back and looked at the clock on the wall. I hadn't noticed that before. And I'm usually pretty damn observant... Huh.

"Class is starting. Leave your can at the edge," he instructed, halfway across the room before people started to arrive. I glared after him in as threatening a way as I could manage. He didn't even seem to notice, as everyone started to ditch their possessions around the room, finding their own small groups around the room.

I knew exactly what was going down here; they had groups, and they'd been here for hell-knows how long.

The teacher – Mello, I remembered, automatically mentally correcting myself – clapped, and the noise died instantly, while a warmup started, that was about as dynamic as it could be.

It took me about three seconds to realize that this was going to cause me some severe murder. I was tired after a few minutes of 'warming up', and this obviously wasn't the hardest part.

While I did my best to keep breathing like a normal human being, music was flicked on, and everyone automatically seemed to start raving like retards. I seemed to be the only one heard as Mello sighed, but everyone heard as he yelled at them all to stop.

"Good fucking god! You've been here for hell knows how long, and you can't even fucking dance right! Do I have to go over the goddamned basics yet AGAIN?!" I just assumed this wasn't directed at me, since I had neither been attempting to dance, nor had I been here before.

He seemed to have different thoughts on the matter though.

"Firehead! You weren't dancing. Get your fucking ass over here and we can demonstrate what I've been teaching," he snapped, and I had no choice but to join him at the front of his 'class', feeling like a moron while I tried to explain quietly and quickly to him that I was new, and I had no idea what was going on. He simply shrugged – that evil smirk was in place again – and flicked the music back on, grabbing hold of me and starting up a dance that should probably not have been happening between some guy in his twenties and... me.

I felt vaguely idiotic as he guided my arms – and the rest of my too, damnit! - to show me what to do, while everyone just drank up the scene like it wasn't totally weird, nodding in understanding. I think it was understanding, anyway. I don't really care. I was more than a little bit distracted.

After a short while, he barked at everyone to pair up and dance 'properly'. I wondered why Light had signed me up to learn to be a stripper... Maybe a pole dancer. Probably the latter, actually. It was lame of him, he knows that I hate contact, and I was currently getting more and more uncomfortable with my situation.

It took me about ten seconds to realize that there had been an even number in the class before I'd turned up, so I was stuck with... Mello. Mr Dodgy-Teacher. I spend too long making up lousy surnames for people. I'm sure it's not that accurate... Well. He's hot and all, but he's a teacher... Isn't that illegal or something? I swear there's some law against laying so much as a hair on your students... Shit.

And so, I was stuck for two damned hours being demonstrated on by a guy that was looking increasingly hot. I'm not sure if I mean hot hot, or just sort of... sweaty hot? Well, I was getting increasingly tired and sweaty. Not a good combination, but everyone seemed the same. Everyone was dancing like maniacs, refusing to take a break. I wish I'd had a chance to drink my bloody Red Bull. Then I'd be in slightly better shape right now. Possibly.

After what seemed like a far too long time, he glanced at the clock that hung over the door, and promptly took several steps back, clapping loudly and yelling that everyone was dismissed. I swear, there was a lot less lesson and a lot more perversion than I was happy with. Though, I could tell that I would probably sweat myself fit or some shit like that.

I was pretty happy about that, really, but when I turned to grab my drink and get the fucking hell out of there to take a shower and play some Zelda, there was a crowd that made that impossible. I mean honestly, it looked as if the entire class had taken it upon themselves to make it impossible for me to reach my stuff, and consequently the sanctuary that was outside.

They all cleared very suddenly, and before I could so much as blink at my poor, battered Red Bull, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Tensing up, I turned to find blond strands of hair floating against my face. Blond strands that belonged to Mello. And Mello was, once again, very much up in my face, but not – apparently – in a threatening way, which worried me deeply.

"You're not so bad, for a new kid. I might even honor you with learning your name..." I flinched a little at the tone of his voice, and he apparently noticed, because he burst out laughing, a grin on his face.

"Dear me... You're going to need to loosen up, because let me tell you..." There was a pause that seemed to radiate awkwardness. "You're the only student I like."

And with that he simply left the room, grabbing a hoodie off the desk near the door.

I stared after him, dumbstruck by what had just happened. What exactly is he talking about? Moreover, am I going to come back? Yeah, I guess so, even if it is just to keep Light off my back... Not because I'm intrigued by this situation I seem to be stuck in. No way. My curiosity needs to go fuck itself, because I'm not interested in what that Mello guy seems to be on about.

No, he's not on about anything. He's just a very up-and-personal person, that's obvious enough. But damn, why is he picking on me for all of this? I freaking hate being near people, so why did I even come to a dance class, and why are my questions reverberating off each other and making less and less sense?

I'm going to go home. And shower. And drink Red Bull. And play Legend of Zelda. And then balance will have been restored.

Hows that for a starting chapter? Good? Bad? Ugly? Stop with the movie referencing? Yes. I understand. Umm... reviews make me want to bake miso biscuits! They taste good, actually... Nom ^_^ Anyways... I'm gonna try and plan stuff for this, and if you're lucky I'll epdate before next Sunday! This is my aim. To update every week AT LEAST. If it appears that I've forgotten, poke me. Loudly. :D So um.. I'll go away now :D