AN: So Mello's birthday was yesterday. So at 10:30 I scrambled to put this sorry excuse for a one shot together. *shrugs* Oh well. Happy Birthday Mello~!
I don't own Mello or Matt. *cries*
When he woke up that morning, his first thoughts were to fall back asleep. It was mid-December and cold enough for your tongue to stick to a pole. But for once, Mello didn't grudgingly pull himself out of the sloppily made bed, cursing at the nipping cold, and continue on his not so merry way to find out who the hell Kira was. Last night after many yells, slammed doors, bruises, and bullet shells it had been decided that he would be sleeping in and go easy that day. Much easier said than done.
Mello rolled over on his side, pulling the holey comfort over his head as he did so. The thought of 'taking it easy' and 'relaxing some', as Matt had put it, irked him far too much. Near probably would be taking a break. Near probably would work right through his birthday. The fucking white puff ball would probably even one up him if he wasn't careful. The blond swung his legs over the side of his bed and stared drowsily at the digital clock, its large blocky numbers read 6:54 a.m.
Deciding not to continue being a bum, he stumbled over to the desk and began to boot up his laptop. Well…technically Matt's but that didn't matter. Soon the scarred man found himself lost and buried beneath the many files.
Over an hour later, Mello smelled the stench of smoke. Thinking it was just his roommate smoking once again the apartment after the many times he had been told to take it outside, he dismissed it. The blond only became alarmed when the fire alarm sounded off in high pitched beeep, beeep, beeeps.
He jumped up and let the chair fall to the floor with a clatter. Mello flung open the door and raced into the kitchen to find Matt with the fire extinguisher blasting a flaming mass of who knows what in the oven. When the fire disappeared, Mello took his chance.
"What the hell were you doing?!"
The hacker stared over at the other through his own orange world.
"Cooking. What else would I use an oven for?"
The blond's expression dead-panned.
"You know what I mean, smartass. What were you cooking?" He demanded, leaning against the scratched up counter with a glare. Matt shifted slightly unnerved and set down the extinguisher.
"Food…"
"Matt!"
The brunette rolled his eyes and began to dig through one of the drawers, letting the plethora of pens, sticky notes, napkins, and who knows what fall into a sloppy pile. After a moment he pulled out a pair of mismatched oven mitts. Matt crouched down to level with the foam filled oven and pulled out the darkened pan. Mello could only stare.
"What…was that?"
Matt padded across the midget sized kitchen to the trash can and pulled out a crumpled box. The older silently snatched it out of his grasp.
"A cake…?"
The other nodded slowly.
"Yeah? It is the 13th? …Right?"
Mello smirked, tossing the carton onto the counter.
"Mhm."
Matt broke out grinning.
"Then Happy Birthday, Mells."