A/N- Hey everybody! Thanks for checking out this story! My first Death Note story, so bear with me. The fundamental idea behind it is Matt and Mello is 5 year olds. Now who wouldn't love that! So just start reading already!
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of the characters.
"Why can't there be a good piece of chocolate when you need one?" I sighed and stared at the empty page in front of me. I fingered one of the keys on my computer laptop. The white page mocked me with the sheer emptiness of it.
"Err…" I pushed myself away from the desk. The wheels on my chair propelled me away from the desk, so that I was about 3 feet away from it. I glared at the computer screen.
Writer's block is officially the WORST thing ever. I mean seriously. You have the idea stuck in your head for days and when you go to write it. Bam! Suddenly you have no idea what to say.
Mentally, I growled at my own mind. Stress weighed heavy on my shoulders and I was feeling the pressure of it, big time. I pulled myself back to my desk and rested my elbows on the wood. The computer screen had gone black at this point, so I rubbed it awake with the mouse.
The annoying blank page came back up reminding me of my writer's block.
With the stress and the pressure to get the document done, my need for a stress reliever was getting more frantic.
"Ok, maybe just a little break." My need overcame my common sense as I headed for the kitchen. I opened the cabinet, so I could get into my chocolate stash. When I was young, my mom had implanted my chocolate addiction by allowing me a piece a day because cocoa is good for your heart. Now, as a 19 year old, I eat chocolate when I'm stressed.
It also didn't help that one of my favorite anime characters, Mello, has a massive chocolate addiction. Between Death Note and childhood habits, my cravings for chocolate have grown over the years.
Now when I'm stressed there are two things I do. First, I get chocolate, dark chocolate preferably. Second, I either read Death Note or I watch it online.
"Read it or watch it. Read it or watch it." I looked between the books stacked on one edge of the desk and at the laptop already open to a Death Note video.
"I want to watch." I clicked buttons on the laptop, so that the video started playing. The characters voices began to speak and I felt all the stress fall off my shoulders. One episode ran into another and soon I was on my 8th episode in a row.
I shuddered as I got to my least favorite episode, number 35. Before I played the episode, I ran over and grabbed a pillow. For an adult, I can be such a child at times. I still watch the occasional anime although my addiction died down over the years.
"Ash, you have watched this episode more than 20 times. You will survive." I gave myself a brief pep talk.
"Okay! Go!" I pressed the play button and began to zone everything else around me out. Hugging the pillow to my chest, I leaned closer to my laptop. The scenes of the episode played out in the ever-familiar order. On the screen, I watched as the camera turned to Matt who was sitting in his red Camaro looking as cocky as ever.
"That's my Matt." I said almost silently. Then I watched as he helped kidnapped Takada and drive closer to his death.
"No" I said under my breath. "No, no, no NO!" My no's increased as Matt stood at gunpoint. I dug my head into the pillow right when the first shot was heard.
The voices on the screen continued, but I stopped listening. Slowly I reached my hand forward and clicked the pause button. Everything in the video froze and the room fell silent. Almost silent.
I lifted my head and became perfectly still. I turned my head and strained my ears. While I was watching, I had heard something. Maybe it was a someone, I didn't hear it well enough because of Death Note.
I turned my body towards the door the opened up to the living room of my apartment. Then there it was again. It was a small scuffle almost like small footsteps.
Someone is in here, I was sure of it. I felt panic raise in my chest and I fought to keep it down. The footsteps continued and then I heard a small crash.
"Matt! Stop ramming your fat ass into me!"
That voice.
A shudder passed through me and I turned to look at the laptop. It was shut down and there was no way it had made any noise. There was no way the voice had come from it.
The voice was almost as familiar as my own. After hearing it a thousand times on Death Note, I knew it instantly.
"I can't exactly see anything Mello. And neither can you."
I shook. This wasn't possible. That was Matt's voice, but it couldn't have been Matt. Matt is a fictional character, which means that he is fake. Mello, too, they are both fake. But then how could their voices be coming from my kitchen. Slowly, I got off the bed and headed for the open door. I stood by its frame with my back against the wall.
Should I really being doing this?
What if it isn't them and I'm walking into a bunch of burglars. But burglars who just happen to have the names Matt and Mello? Well, Matt wouldn't be that strange of a name.
Wait, What if it is Mello and he has a gun! He always carries around a gun right! I guess not, I mean he doesn't spend every single moment with the gun. If it was them though, this would be like so awesome. I would actually get to meet them and be the only one who has ever met them!
I stopped to calm my mind as it began to go into overload. It isn't everyday that you think you hear anime characters talking in your kitchen.
It was still pitch black. Earlier, the only light came from my laptop and now that I shut it down the room had been plunged into the dark. I knew that the light switch was directly on my left when I came out of the door.
In my mind, I began to sketch out a loose plan. So far all I had come up with was A) Turn on the lights, B) See if it was Mello and Matt, C) … I haven't gotten to this part.
It wasn't much to go off of, heck, I had basically nothing. If it wasn't Mello and Matt and it turned out to be burglars what would I do? Scream like an idiot I guess.
I know. True genius in every plan.
I stopped to calm down again. I was overthinking this. I just needed to go for it.
Then, without another thought, I swung around the door and turned on the light switch.
I looked out into the kitchen and my gaze was meet by two pairs of eyes, one was icy blue while the other was hidden behind goggles.
It was them, but it wasn't. I turned my head a little to the side and stared at the two of them.
It defiantly looked like them. Mello with his shoulder length hair, all black clothes and the rosary dangling for his neck. Matt was wearing his signature stripes and his goggles fastened to his head.
But they didn't look the right age, far from the right age. They looked like they were about 5 maybe 6.
"Who the hell are you?" Mello glared at me, but all I could do was keep staring.
"Oh my gosh, Mello!" Matt yelled and he began to look at his own body.
Mello spun around to look at Matt. Matt was holding out his hands, inspecting each of his fingers. Mello stared at Matt with his mouth hanging open.
Matt turned towards Mello and his eyes widened even more. "It's happened to you too." Matt said quietly.
Mello looked down. He pulled at his clothes looked down into his chest. He froze, and then he pulled the waistband of the pants out. He looked down slowly and brought his head back up almost immediately.
"Oh God," His face was pale and he looked a little terrified. He sunk down on to the floor and sat with his legs in front of him. He pulled his leg into his body and sat like L while rocking back and forth.
"This isn't real. It's just a dream." He repeated the two sentences over and over while his breathing began to quicken.
"I'm not sure if this is the best time to do that." I spoke. Immediately, both of them snapped their heads up like they just remembered I was there.
Matt was the first to speak. "Who are you?" Matt's voice trembled slightly and he tried to keep a cool face. I could tell from his eyes that he was freaking out on the inside and was just as confused as Mello.
"I'm Ash Price. And you are Mello and Matt, also known as Mihael Keehl and Mail Jeevas, right?"