Disclaimer:If I owned this thing…There'd be SUCH a DIFFERENT OUTCOME
It was a nice, warm spring day, in a rickety old building with dusty windows…and the birds were flying happily with twittering sounds emanating from their little feathery throats…
Until one sound went above it all:
"MAAAAAAATTTTTTT!!"
That one roar of a name sent the birds flying.
in the said building
A blonde boy, no older than 19, stormed about the room, gun in hand.
"MATT! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"
Said boy came down, in a red and black striped shirt and orange goggles.
"What is it, Mello? I'm about to kill the final boss…"
"Matt…I have an unsettling issue…"
Matt sat down on the torn up, old couch, lighting a cigarette.
"What is it, Mello?"
Mello looked at him, if looks could kill, Matt would be a pile of ashes on the ground.
"I'm out of Chocolate."
Matt sighed.
"Mello, you know I'm working 2 jobs…you're with the mafia…I haven't gotten either of my paychecks and you just spend yours on ammunition…"
Mello grumbled something along the lines of "Not true…" as he sat beside Matt.
Matt got up, gun in hand, and went to his room.
Mello sat there reloading his gun.
Matt got out, with a fuzzy pink pillow.
Mello looked at him like he was crazy.
"Mello, I got this from a toy store for 2 bucks. The amount of chocolate you eat in a day adds up to about 12 bucks…"
Mello shrugged.
"So?"
Matt sighed again in annoyance, extinguishing his now burned-out cigarette on the already abused couch.
"One thing to do then…"
Matt picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
In the SPK
The phone rang, and Near, checking the caller ID, picked it up
"Hello?"
"Near?"
"Huh? Who is this?"
"Near, you know very well who this is…its Matt. Mello's friend."
Near twirled his hair while he answered.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Look, Mello's going into withdrawal again, and we can't afford any more chocolate for him, you think you could help us out?"
Near thought a moment, then answered:
"Yes, but only if you do something for me."
All was silent…
Then…
"Oh HELL NO, Near, what kind of-" he abruptly stopped talking.
"…fine, I'll do it…alright, bye, thanks, Near"
He hung up.
Mello came in.
"What was that about?"
"Well, according to my chocolate ticket, I have to fly to Tokyo TODAY to pick up something from a certain shop…" Matt said, exasperated.
"…I'm coming with you…" Mello said
Matt looked at him, then sighed and nodded
"We leave in 3 hours…"
