Summary: Mello is angered by something Matt says in one of their many telephone conversations. Oneshot. Spoilers for Volume 7 and episode 25 of Death Note and on.
Disclaimer: I, in no way, own Death Note or make profit from my writing. It's only fan work.
"That girl you told me to tail, Misa Amane, she looks like Mogi's girlfriend…. She went shopping arm in arm with him. It may be strange for me to say this, but she's a pretty cute Japanese woman. I can't be sure of her age, but I'd say from fourteen or fifteen to even twenty."
"…… Are you serious, Matt?"
The red head named Matt looked sideways at his cell phone through silver framed goggles with yellow tinted lenses.
"Yeah, I'm dead serious." he said, taking a short glance around the corner toward the bubbly blond girl. She pointed at objects that peaked her interest, mouth contorting and forming words that Matt could not hear, then looked to Mogi who smiled and nodded in agreement.
There was a long silence on the other line.
"…Mello?"
"Matt, you're not there to oogle her, you know?" the blond bit out, scowling murderously.
Matt's eyebrows raised slightly at the tone to which his friend had taken. He blinked several times as his brain attempted to process what had just been said.
"…..Oogle? Did you really just say that?" Matt asked, biting his tongue to hold back laughter. He knew that if he even dared to laugh, Mello would probably cut out his tongue and shoot him in the face.
"Shut the fuck up, you cunt!" the voice on the other line hissed, about ready to throw his god forsaken phone into the street.
Quickly pulling the phone away, Matt snickered, covering his mouth with his free hand. After he was satisfied, he brought the phone back to his ear and still heard (and could feel) Mello seething.
"Are..," Matt paused as another bout of laughter threatened him. "…you jealous, or something?"
Silence.
"You are!" Matt said, smiling.
"I am not jealous. I don't even like you, you stupid fuck."
"That's not what you said a few nights ago." the red head stated, kicking a rock idly with the toe of his leather boot, grinning like a maniac.
Mello snarled.
"I'm fucking hanging up, if I even so much as see your face in the next few days I'll--"
"Mello," Matt said loudly in a serious tone. "You know I'd do anything for you."
Matt suddenly felt slightly breathless. He inhaled and exhaled slowly to keep from passing out. There was still silence on the other end. The next thing Matt knew, there was a low click, and then the sound of that obnoxious recurring beeping. The red headed gamer just sighed and closed his phone, placing it back into the pocket of his suede vest.
Mello looked down at his phone, thumb still on top of the red end button.
"I know, Matt. I know."