A/N: Yay, new oneshot, I wrote this one during the car trip to Ottawa. I was sick of the stories where Matt tracks down Mello and it's so overly dramatic and heavy and so this story was born, enjoy

Ominous black clouds loomed menacingly over the city of Los Angeles, blocking out the sun and casting eerie shadows over the bustling streets below. Mail Jeevas peered out at the oncoming storm through the single grimy window of his dingy apartment. He let out a sigh as he let the moth-eaten curtain fall back in place, storms meant power outages and power outages were the bane of every gamer's existence.

"Best stick to portable tonight," the red-haired muttered to himself as he adjusted his goggles. It was a shame too, it was Friday and Friday nights were his Xbox nights, but he could already hear the faint rumblings of thunder and see the flashes of lightning on the horizon as the storm moved closer.

Matt flopped down on his lumpy brown sofa with his second best PSP and settled down for a rousing game of Patapon. He stayed this way for about an hour, by now night had fallen and the storm was going full force complete with overly loud booming thunder. Hold on, that didn't sound like thunder

BOOM

Nope, that definitely wasn't thunder, someone was at the door and they sounded seriously pissed. Matt reluctantly set down his PSP to answer the door before whoever was out there broke it down with their excessive pounding.

"Yeah yeah, hold your horses, I'm coming," Matt muttered to no one in particular as he opened the door. He looked up at the figure in his doorway and blinked from behind his orange-tinted goggles. "Mello?"

The irritated blond shot the gamer a death glare as the redhead continued to stare at him. He let out a growl as he shoved the boy aside.

"Move it asshole, it's fucking raining out there," Mello snapped as he walked into Matt's apartment. Matt raised his eyebrows at the androgynous blond boy as he mumbled something about 'wet leather.'

"Still a total jerk I see," Matt commented with a smile growing on his face.

"Still a total loser I see," Mello shot back as he looked around Matt's apartment taking in the empty pizza boxes and half eaten instant ramen. "Do you ever leave this fucking dump?"

"Touché."

"Whatever, got any chocolate in this shit-hole?"

Matt just smiled as he padded off to his tiny kitchen to retrieve one of the few chocolate bars he kept around. It'd been four years since he'd seen Mello but it was like nothing had changed. Mello was still a prima donna and he was still…Matt. When he returned with a bar of chocolate Mello had removed his hooded leather jacket, exposing his midriff-baring leather vest and clean-cut hair.

Matt took one look at Mello and burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Mello glared at him.

"What the fuck is so funny?" the blond boy asked peevishly, he could tell Matt was laughing at him and he did not appreciate it.

Matt was doubled over and clutching his stomach as he continued to giggle. His breath came out in short spurts as he tried to answer Mello.

"-huff- Yo-You look –huff- like fucking Madonna (1)," he collapsed once again into uncontrollable laughter, his face started to turn red and then purple as he was now laughing so hard he couldn't breathe. The look on Mello's face at that exact moment could only be described as a mix of 'Oh hell no' and 'I'm going to castrate you with cactus.' It really was a sight to behold, the murderous looking androgynous blond boy clad entirely in leather by way of Madonna standing next to the pale emaciated redhead dressed like a convict/mime with his eyes screwed up in laughter behind his chunky orange goggles. Yes, it really was what one would call a Kodak moment.

Mello briefly considered shooting the boy next to him but decided against it in favor of slapping him upside the head.

"Bitch please, Madonna wished she looked this good."

"Damn straight."

"Are you hitting on me?"

"Maybe," Matt had stopped laughing to smirk suggestively at Mello. This caught Mello off guard, he could feel himself blushing slightly under his friend's gaze as he continued to speak, "So…" Matt trailed off. Mello just stared. "How's uh business been?" Matt inquired in an offhand manner.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mello was confused now.

"You know what I mean, how's business?" Matt pressed, making an obscene thrusting gesture to get his point across.

"…"

Mello felt his face flush even more, this time in anger. Oh he did not just go there, someone was not making it out of there with his manly parts intact and Mello was pretty damn sure it wouldn't be him.

"Are you…" Mello began slowly, "…suggesting that I'm a whore?"

"It'd explain the get-up," Matt shrugged.

This earned him another smack to the head courtesy of Mello. Couldn't a man wear leather without people questioning his motives?

"Ow. What the hell Mello?" the goggle clad boy rubbed his head gingerly.

"Never call me a whore again if you value your life."

"Don't dress like a cheap prostitute then."

Matt immediately regretted his words when he found himself pinned against the wall with a gun pressed against his left temple and a furious looking Mello mere inches away from him.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with the way I dress, do you?"

Matt shook his head as he wondered what lunatic had decided it was a good idea to give the homicidal blond a gun.

"Good." Mello loosened his grip on the other boy and tucked his gun back in his pants. "Oh and FYI Matty, if I were a whore, I'd be a damn expensive one."

Matt just gaped as the leather-wearing non-whore slipped the chocolate bar out of his hand and began to unwrap it gently as if it was it was some fragile, sacred object, though to Mello it probably was. He took one bite out the chocolate before tossing the bar aside.

"It's fucking stale," he growled as he glared at Matt.

The redhead was taken slightly aback, Mello was not one to refuse chocolate no matter what state it was in.

"Someone's got their bitchpants on today," Matt remarked.

Mello growled in response and sent Matt one of his patented death glares.

"Jeez, who pissed in your Cocoa Puffs?"

Mello intensified his glare to the point where it could probably wilt flowers and kill small animals.

"You did, that one time when we were twelve."

"Oh yeah, good times," Matt grinned.

"Tell that to my Cocoa Puffs."

For the first time since Mello had barged into the apartment, there was silence.

"So…" Matt was the first to break the silence. Mello braced himself for what was going to come next. "…what exactly are you doing here?" Oh, that was surprisingly normal.

"It's about the Kira case."

Of course it was.

"I need your help."

Matt blinked; this was new. Mello never needed help from anyone.

"You in?"

Matt grinned again, "Hell yeah. Let's nail this son of a bitch in the ass."

Once more there was silence as Mello stared at the gamer incredulously.

"Oops, that came out wrong."

Mello responded by slapping Matt. This time Matt just grinned as placed a hand over his throbbing cheek.

"Aw. Are you jealous Mell-Bell? You know you're the only one I'd ever nail in the ass."

"Do you ever stop being such a fucking perv?" the blond demanded.

"Do you ever stop being such a prissy bitch?" Matt shot right back.

Mello rolled his eyes. At least now he had someone on his side, even if it was just Matt. He glanced back over at the still grinning gamer. No scratch that, especially if it was Matt.

(1) Have you seen the music video for Madonna's Jump? Go watch it on Youtube if you don't the joke

A/N: Hope you liked it, remember to review as they help me drag myself out from under my rock and write occasionally