AN: I like fan fictions, but I do not like being sued. Please don't sue me. I don't own Death Note.
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Research, research, and more research.
That's all we seemed to be doing recently.
Twenty hours of nonstop research would only lead to about two minutes of action.
I was about to lose it.
"Matt! Get your freaking nose out of that game and into a computer!! I need you to hack the SPK database again!"
My best friend – and more recently, my roommate – looked up from his Gameboy and laughed. "You still can't do that yet? I thought I taught you the firewall codes!"
"You probably did, but I must've forgotten. I've been doing hours of investigating and what have you been doing? Playing Mario and setting off the smoke alarm! The least you could do is hack it for me!"
"Okay. Oh, and I disabled the smoke detector. You don't have to worry about that anymore."
"Just hack it." I rolled my eyes.
"Sure, sure," He said tolerantly. He took the laptop from me and began typing in seemingly random numbers. In minutes, he pushed it back to me, with the SPK's information flashing on it. Without a word, he unpaused his game and stuffed a fresh cigarette into his mouth. He blew. I coughed.
"Will you PLEASE stop with the cancer sticks?"
He paused, as if considering, then shook his head. "Nope." He went back to his game.
"Gross." I murmured. Then, I focused my attention on the screen.
It's eleven o'clock at night, I thought, they should have put in their daily log. Where the hell is it?
Suddenly, as if answering my unspoken question, the log appeared. I scanned it. No new leads. Damn.
I proceeded on for another hour to review all the logs before it and make sure I hadn't missed anything important. I hadn't.
I was about to shut down the computer and get some sleep for once, when something caught my eye.
The date of the log. I couldn't believe it. I read and reread it. Those few digits didn't change.
12/13/09.
Today was my birthday.
But I'd missed it.
I only had one hour left.
"Matt?"
"Hmm?"
"Did you know about this?"
"What?"
"Today's my birthday. Did you know?"
"Oh. Yeah. I was waiting for you to remember,"
"You remembered?"
He laughed. "I remembered but you, the birthday boy, forgot. Shows where priorities lie."
I was a bit embarrassed, but I didn't show that emotion to Matt. "Mmm…"
He smirked and pulled out a giant box wrapped in newspaper from under the bed. "Err…happy birthday, Mello." He blushed awkwardly.
I nodded to him in thanks and pulled off the paper surrounding the case. It was a giant box of expensive gourmet chocolate. I smiled and pulled out the first bar.
"Thanks. Tastes great." I said.
"I'm glad you like it."
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AN: Yeah, I don't know how to end it, so I'm just gonna stop right there before I embarrass myself more than I already have.
Oh, I don't own any Mario video games either.
I'm sorry for wasting your time if this sucks. Thanks for reading it, at least. I appreciate that. (If you, by some strange miracle, do like it, be sure to review it!! Thanks!!)