A/N I don't own Death Note
It was the middle of winter and Matt had just came home with a small bag that contained a gift for Mello.
"Here, Mello. I got you a gift." He offered the bag to him.
"What is it?" Mello asked, opening the bag.
"It's a new kind of chocolate." Matt said, holding back a smirk.
Mello had pulled it out and was looking at it.
"It's frozen." Mello announced.
"It tastes better that way." Matt held back a smile as Mello pulled it to his mouth. Mello took a small bite and spit it out immediately.
"What the hell is this?" Mello shouted.
Matt was laughing so hard he was in tears.
"It's dog crap! Ha! I made you eat dog crap!" Matt almost stopped breathing.
Mello kicked him in the balls and forced the crap into his mouth, then grabbed his jacket and walked to the store.
And from that day on, Mello bought his own chocolate.