Mello typed away in front of his laptop. He sat back, rubbing the bridge of his nose and blinking several times. He sighed, and leaned back toward the bright screen.
There was a slow creak, and the blond whipped around as the door to the bedroom was eased open. As soon as his blue eyes made contact with the door, it was slammed shut with a flash of red. He pushed himself backward and stood, eyes narrowing at the wooden door.
He took a couple cautious steps out, placing a protective hand on the gun on his hip. "Matt...?"
Mello opened the door ever so slightly. Nothing out of the ordinary that he could see. He stepped out into the living room, but mid-step, he was pelted with small orange things. "What the fuck?"
Growling, the blond glared at the redhead, on the ground in sniper position with a Nerf gun, inside a blanket fort, while wearing a big newspaper hat. "Damn, he's unphased! Bring out the unicorns and dinosaurs! We need backup ninjas, pronto!" He turned around and crawled into the fort, whipping unicorn and dinosaur plush toys out the entrance.
Mello bent over double, laughing his ass off. He guffawed so hard, his eyes started to tear up. After a moment or two, he crouched down in front of the fort entrance and found his breath, "Please don't tell me you have Harry Potter volumes 1-6 in there?"
Matt stopped his search for more horned comrades and smiled like the Cheshire cat at the chocoholic. "How'd you know?"
The blond dropped his head with another breath of laughter, before they both recited simultaneously, "My life is average."
Mello dropped onto his hands and knees and joined Matt in the tall blanket fort, built over the TV. Matt popped in disc one of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone to the DVD player, while Mello made some microwave popcorn for the long journey through magic ahead of them.
"And you know what I don't get?" Mello asked, wiggling back into the fort. "Our lives are anything but average."
Matt nodded and grinned warmly, leaning on the blond's shoulder. "We read that site way too much."
A/N: Today, I realized I read MLIA too often. I proceeded to write this crack-ish fic after I imagined Matt ambushing Mello with a Nerf gun. I also hope that y'all will read and review, and maybe check out that site too. I also do not own Death Note, Nerf guns, Harry Potters, or the awesomeness of being a ninja. MLIA.