Well, here it is, one of the only MattxMello fan fictions I've ever actually typed up.

I think it turned out ok, but more parts are on the way.

enjoy: PART ONE.

I do NOT own DeathNote, or Matt, or Mello.

But the chipmunk is mine.

"Well you don't need to be a dick about it!"

"I'll be whatever I fucking wanna be!"

"Fine, go be a fucking bastard somewhere else!"

"Maybe I will!"

…CRASH!

"Well Maybe you should!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP- SLAM!

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Now it was raining.

I don't know for how long, but long enough.

I was sick of it at this point.

The day had started off rather normally, I suppose. The usual... Woke up, got dressed, grabbed a bar of chocolate from the fridge and sat down to do some research on the laptop. What happened afterwards begins to get blurry, and I can't seem to remember anything about how the argument started. Matt walked into the room, said something, and I think it really pissed me off. Things just escalated from that point on it seems.

Now look at me- stuck under the roof overhang of a coffee shop, watching strangers come and go, and standing around like a moron, waiting for the god forsaken rain to let up. A perfectly good day had been ruined, and it just had to be the one day I left my cell phone back at the apartment, didn't it? Of course it did.

I was tired, but not particularly hungry, considering I had money, and a coffee shop behind me to provide me with the occasional snack. But bakery sweets could only last you so long before you're desperate for some real food. But again- pouring rain and Matt was probably still angry. I was sitting around for about an hour before I decided it was light enough of a drizzle to get home, if I timed things right. Riding a motorcycle in pouring rain isn't exactly the most pleasant thing one could do, you know. Nor is it the safest. I wasn't going to risk it, no- I didn't want to. I didn't have the time or patience for any inconveniences, and I didn't have the money to pay the hospital bills.

Well, in the end I had made it home fine. And now I stood before the glass door entrance to the apartment complex. I shook my head a bit, letting the accumulating water droplets in my hair fall to the pavement, and brushed back the fringe that was obscuring my vision, at the same time revealing that god damn burn scar that covered the upper left half of my face. Fucking scar, I hated having to live with it- not only was it bothersome, but people always looked at it when they spoke to me, disregarding the fact that it's rude to stare. I always found myself wanting to tell them off for it, but I tended to hold back to the best of my abilities.

But, that's beside the point, what mattered at this moment in time, was that I had no idea what to say to Matt when I got into the apartment. "Oh, hey Matt, sorry for making you feel like shit after getting angry over something I don't even remember." Yeah, that sounds good. Tch, the hell it does. I rolled my eyes and groaned lightly, I hated these types of awkward situations, they were troublesome and I was no good with them at all. I paced for a few seconds, before noticing this… Small shape that lay huddled under the leaves of a potted plant- that stood next to the doorway. I'm not sure what in God's name compelled me to investigate this, maybe I was just trying to buy more time to think before I had to go in, but needless to say, I checked it out. I turned sharply towards the decretive shrub, and knelt over to see past the bright green leaves that hid the tiny shape. I slowly moved a few of them over, and peered inside, to find a little mass of fur curled up into a ball, and breathing shallowly. It was brown, actually, the same type of brown as milk chocolate would be, with thin little black and white stripes running from its nose, around its eyes and to the base of its tail. Eventually I realized the thing was a chipmunk. Why the little guy was down in the dirt of a potted plant, and not in some sort of tree or burrow perplexed me. Wasn't it more likely to get eaten by some stray cat or something if it stayed so low to the ground? I reached in and gave the furball a bit of a poke, hoping maybe it would startle him back into a tree where he wouldn't get his ass eaten.

He didn't move.

I poked him again, this time, with a bit more force.

Nothing.

His chest simply rose and fell, and his eyes opened slightly to get a glimpse at me before closing shut in what seemed almost like pain... That's when I realized something was definitely wrong with him, and… I'll admit I felt pity towards him. I eased both my hands around his limp little body, and easily plucked him from the drenched dirt. (Thankfully I was wearing my gloves, who knows where that thing had been.) Holding the form in one hand pressed up against my stomach so he wouldn't fall, I got up and walked into the complex. Secretly, I found myself hoping Matt had gone out somewhere, so I wouldn't have to deal with his smart-ass bitching if any of the argument rekindled… But somehow I highly doubted that he would be gone…. Not with my luck anyway.

I hated today.

I honestly, truly, absolutely hated today.

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5th floor.

Now I stood in front of the door to our place. Sure I was still pissed as fuck, but I guess after a whole day of sitting around with nothing more to do than think in the rain, I was willing to try and fix things. Sort of. Actually I was more focused on helping the chipmunk that somehow managed to get himself tied up in my crazy ass life. Poor little bugger.

I tried to door.

Locked.

Locked?

Matt never locked the door when he was home.

He must have gone out.

Immediately my spirits lifted. At least now I could try and take care of this little guy without having to deal with anything else. I searched my jacket pockets for my keys, and pulled them out, taking the key painted black between my fingers and easing it into the keyhole. The lock was tricky, because it was broken, so it took a few tries before it actually decided to work.

Fucking lock.

I hate you so much.

Easing the door open with my hand, the familiar creek echoed out into and throughout the rooms. It was dead silent, and sort of odd, not hearing the constant clicking of the keyboard, or the TV, or the radio, or the sounds effects from one of Matt's games. No, just silence.

I felt like something terrible was about to happen, like in a horror film.

I felt like something was going to burst out from the shadows with some fucking blade or hacksaw.

Or maybe I've been watching too many horror films.

Yeah, I think that's it.

I put the chipmunk down on the couch, where he just kind of flopped over like a dead man and continued to drift in and out of consciousness, while I scoured around for a pillow and something small to put water in. I came back with a pillow under one arm, and a Snapple cap filled with tap water in the other. I bent down and put both on the coffee table, one next to the other, and finally, the tiny chipmunk on top of the pillow. I just kind of stared at it for a while, curious to see what it would do.

Nothing.

I lifted its head, and then the Snapple cap up to its mouth in hopes that it would drink.

Success!

God, I didn't think it would have been that thirsty. I had to refill the improvised dish twice before it stopped drinking and finally looked alive. Once more, I felt pity, but at the same time some type of relief. It moved slowly, however, easing into positions like some old woman who was afraid she'd break her hip again. Kind of amusing, really, but depressing too. Soon it opened its eyes after a few seconds in my hands… Those huge russet coloured eyes. They stared up at me, wide, observing, thankful in a way.

Damn it… The little bastard was breaking my heart.

He looked around, scrutinizing everything, tiny ears pressed tightly against its head. I think I could understand. I would have probably been freaked out too if I was suddenly being held by some giant who could possibly eat me, in a place that's like nothing I've ever been in before. And even though it wasn't very much like me to say it… He was cute.

But- still weak as hell and obviously sick.

Big shiny russet eyes staring up at me, I lifted him to eye-level and took a closer look. His nose and whiskers twitched as he must have taken in my scent, and his ears and tail flicked in curiosity. It made him look stupid, because the rest of him was lying still on one side. I let myself laugh, something I could rarely get myself to do when anyone was around, and he seemed intrigued by my reaction. Sharply moving his head from side to side, only adding on to the idiocy in his appearance. And again, I laughed.

"You look like a moron when you do that." I said softly, though admittedly, with a slight grin, suddenly feeling a bit stupid myself for thinking a mindless animal could understand.

But he did stop.

So, maybe there was something going on in that little head of his.

Or perhaps it was a mere coincidence.

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A few hours went by, and after I had given the bugger a proper bath, I could finally take off my gloves. Now I sat on the couch, in the dark, the laptop next to my miniature guest's bed on the table, and my miniature guest curiously sniffing at the back of the computer, curling up next to the soft, continuous flow of warm air coming from it.

I sorta smiled, and stroked his back with my index finger a few times before proceeding with my research. What I was researching, however, I'm afraid I'll have to keep confidential. However, I was absorbed in my work, of course indulging myself in a bar of chocolate, when I heard the door creek open.

Matt.

I looked up, a chunk of milk chocolate between my teeth, to find him propped up against the wall while he took off his boots, and lifted those yellow tinged goggles up off his face. He didn't seem to noticed me at first, seemingly unaware of my presence in the room, until he looked up, then away swiftly.

"You're home." He muttered.

"Mm-hmm." I said, devouring the piece of chocolate that protruded from my mouth.

Again there was silence.

I just kept working.

"…What's that?" He asked.

"Chocolate." I said, even though I knew what he meant.

"No, that." He said, inching closer, and getting a good look at the chipmunk. "You brought home a rat?"

I sneered, and glared up at him angrily. "It's not a rat."

"Looks like a rat." He said, putting his hands in his pockets, never once looking at me.

"It's a rodent, but not a rat……… Chipmunk." I said, pausing in between to eat another piece of my candy bar.

"Rodent, rat, chipmunk… What's the difference?"

"That…" I began, swallowing, "Is something no one would have the patience to explain to you."

He scoffed, and leaned in closer, just watching it.

"Whatever." He mumbled. "Why is it here?"

I stopped looking at the screen, and sat back against the couch, sighing. "It was hurt. And I'm a nice person. That's why."

"Hah, nice person…?"

"Watch it Jeevas."

He cleared his throat, and stood up straight again, making sure to keep his eyes from meeting mine. There was no doubt in my mind he was still bothered by what had happened this morning, but what could I do? What's been said can't be unsaid.

"Still mad?" I asked nonchalantly.

He tightened his shoulders. "….Sorta."

Awkward silence.

"Where'd you go…?" I decided to ask. Like I said, I hated awkward situations.

"Around…… Where did you go?"

"Out, got caught in the rain, had to sit around for a couple hours."

"You… Didn't get sick did you?"

"I feel fine." I said.

"Oh. Ok." He mumbled.

Pause for awkward silence.

"Were you worried?" I asked.

He hesitated, and then spoke quietly. "…Maybe."

I held back a smile. So, he wasn't acting as mad as I had thought. He must have simply felt awkward. I stretched my arms, and placed them behind my head in a single fluid motion, and folded one leg over the other the way I usually did when I tried to relax. I thought maybe if I did so, I could clear my head enough to find the words that would just make all this shit go away for good. Because frankly, that's all I really wanted to do right now- I mean, after hours of nothing but research, it would be nice to be able to talk to your best friend, right? But I couldn't do that until the slate was cleaned, you know?

"Are you tired?" I asked.

"Kinda."

"Then sit."

"No thanks." He mumbled again.

"I can't understand a word you say when you mumble like that. Now stop being moody for a second and sit so I can just apologize already." I snapped, biting into my chocolate.

He looked shocked, possibly because I'm rarely the one to apologize first. Clearly the time I spent thinking combined with the chaste little stares from that tiny chipmunk had some sort of effect on me. I was acting different… A little less concerned with how I presented myself, a little less worried if I was the one to give in first. He watched the floor for a second, and then inched closer to the couch, finally taking a seat after waiting for what felt like 2 damn hours.

He eased into his seat and sat there, awkwardly. I rolled my eyes, and scooted to the right to get closer to his side, while at the same time letting my arm fall around the back of his neck and rest on his right shoulder, which startled him, because I felt him tense up at my touch.

"Look Matt. I don't even remember what happen this morning, alright?" I said.

"So… You're saying you were drunk?" He asked, head down.

"No. I'm saying it was such a stupid argument that my brain didn't bother to register it." I sighed, "Whatever I did, I'm sorry, ok?"

He just sat there.

"Hey, did you hear me?" I snapped, getting rather annoyed with him unresponsiveness.

Suddenly he slipped out from under my arm, wrapped his arm around my waist and let his head come to rest on my shoulder. As an impulse, I felt myself pull away just a bit, but quickly let my body relax after I fully comprehended what was going on.

He was giving my some sort of semi-hug.

Or, more like a sideways hug.

Whatever you wish to call it, it was awkward looking, but at the same time, it was rather nice.

"What's up?" I asked, somewhat confused.

"I don't remember either, Mello." He smiled, hugging tighter.

"Well then this is shit." I said, flashing a bit of a crooked smile. "We've both been idiots, haven't we?"

He laughed in response, and rolled his shoulders a bit farther forward. "I know you wanna add, 'instead of just you as usual.' to that."

I grinned, "You'll never know for sure."

"But I know you Mello, and that's enough." He said, slipping down from his place on my shoulder to lay in my lap.

I watched him for a while, no real expression on my face. His eyes were closed, and a soft smile overtook his features. I ran my fingers through his hair lightly, and just… stared.

"You don't know how happy I am, Mells." He said, breaking me away from my trance like state.

"I think I have a good idea."

"What do you mean?"

"Nevermind, it's not important." I said, putting the candy bar up to my mouth and breaking off a piece.

"So what's its name?" He asked.

"Hm?"

"The chipmunk. What'd ya name it?"

I thought for a second. I hadn't given it a name yet, had I?

"I haven't." I said, taking another bite.

"What? But pets have to have a name."

"I don't think it'd be a suitable house pet, Matt."

"But I wanna keep it." He said.

"Why?"

"It's cute." He grinned, "And it's the colour of chocolate, how can you not want to keep it?"

I sighed, "I didn't say I didn't want to keep it…"

"Alright then, we're keeping it!" He said, turning and reaching out, grabbing hold of the pillow and bringing it to his stomach, ultimately waking it. "Let's name it something cool, like… Uh… Well, it's a chipmunk, right?"

"Right."

"Then let's call him Alvin."

"Oh that's original."

"Come on, you know you like it!" He laughed, petting the tiny creature as it wriggled under his touch that was just a bit too forceful.

"Fine. Alvin." I said, "Now put him back where he was and get up so I can go to bed already."

Doing as he was told, he placed the tired animal back in its spot, and got to his feet. I too stood up, and stretched my arms before throwing the empty chocolate wrapper into the rubbish bin. I turned around, ready to head to the bedroom, when you-know-who stops me. I groaned and turned around, facing him, and a wry smile that curled at his plump lips. I cocked an eyebrow, and put a hand on my waist.

"What?" I asked.

"We don't have to go to bed yet, do we?" He questioned.

"I'm tired, Matt."

"So am I, Mello…. But I haven't seen you all day…"

"So?"

"I want my daily dose of Mello, if you don't mind." He grinned.

…Oh, I could tell where this was going….

END OF PART ONE.

Well, did you like it so far?

There's more on the way, and a very unexpected twist to come.

Or, that's what I plan.

Thanks for reading, lovelies :3