Author's Note: Hello! This is Flutter, welcoming you to another one of my fabulous time wasters! This one's a oneshot collection :)
These are just cute, very short little things. I know there's a million of 'em, but I wanted one of my own. So sue me.
This first one just came to me- literally- I wrote in the car with the 'Notes' thing on my iPod Touch, cackling wildly. My family already knows I'm crazy, they jut have a little more proof now.
For real though, this chapter is so disgustingly fluffy I laughed, squee'd, and face-palmed all at once. And it's a pun. A bad pun, at that...
Disclaimer: Can you imagine what Death Note would be like if I owned it, or worse its characters? Scary thought, ain't it?
"Matt!"
The redhead, recognizing the signs of an angry Mello, put his cigarette out and prepared to listen like a good little boyfriend. "Yes, my darling?" A good little boyfriend, just a little annoying.
"New rankings are posted."
"Ah," Matt said, understanding. There was a long awkward silence until Matt finally gave a tentative "And?"
Mello glared at him. "And what do you think?"
"I'm sorry," Matt said quietly.
"Whatever," Mello sighed heavily, sitting behind his boyfriend and resting his head on Matt's so that the gamer was sitting between his legs. "It doesn't even matter. Not like you care."
"Hey! I'm just as upset about this as you are."
Mello raised his eyebrows. Matt had never cared about the rankings. "Why?"
Matt tilted his head back, his expression somewhere between a goofy grin and a smirk. "They're harshing my Mello."