Mello was bored. So was Matt.

The blonde had run out of chocolate within reach. Matt had played every single video game he owned within mere hours, and he had quite a lot.

Mello looked at Matt and sighed. The chocoholic had even run out of ideas to torture Near. How pathetic did that make him?

Finally, deciding that he could no longer stand this boredom, he stood up dramatically, surprising Matt.

"Let's go somewhere!" Mello announced in a dramatic voice. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a chocolate bar and ripped the wrappings off and threw them on the floor, adding to the Sea of Chocolate Wrappers.

"What are you-" Matt was about to ask the blonde, but Mello shook his head and waved the chocolate bar in an even more dramatic way.

Matt frowned. "Mello, what are you-" he began to ask again, but Mello shook his head again, and started jumping around.

Matt rolled his eyes and assumed he was on a sugar high.

Mello sighed. "Chocolate! Let's go to the chocolate factory!"

Matt stared at Mello with a 'you're joking, right? face and replied, "Mello, Jonny Depp is not the Chocolitier and I am not taking you to the Chocolate Factory to battle till death with him so you can rein that title."

Mello stared at the redhead, and sly smile on his face. "You stay up way too late at night, you know that? Listening to my dreams…"

Matt chuckled and Mello went on, "No, I want to go to Pennsylvania. You know, that chocolate place!" The blonde got real excited at even thinking about it and a dreamy look was placed on his face.

"You mean Hershey's?"

"Yes, dammit!"

"But were in Japan, dunce! How are we going to…?" The redhead's face suddenly grew to a mix of shock and horror. "No! No, no, no! We are so not doing that!"

Mello laughed an evil laugh, his eyes turning red and Matt could swear he saw horns and a devil's tail poke out. (A/N: Mello's Kira!)

"And what's my part in this horribly put together scheme of yours, Mello?" The albino asked, curling his white hair with his pale fingers.

Mello chuckled evilly. "You're going to taste the heavenly and divine taste of chocolate, the reason why we live, the reason why we fight till the bitter end, the-"

"Alright, Mello we get the point. Chocolate is great, yada yada," Matt rolled his eyes at the now drooling chocoholic and turned toward Near. "Listen, it's a pain for us all. If we leave Japan dressed like this and each acting like ourselves, L will find out and think we dropped out of the Kira case. We can't have that. And if we leave Mello's chocolate behind while airborne, who knows what havoc will be brought upon those poor unfortunate souls who are also sharing the same flight." Matt finished with all seriousness.

Ever wonder how Mello really got that scar? That's the real story, and Near knew only too well. He even shuddered, which was a lot of emotion for the poor albino.

He would agree, but they would also have some other stops on the way. A toy factory? Yes. An American one, no less. Toys even Near didn't know about! American toys! But he would avoid the 'Tickle Me Elmo'. Boy, did that cause a lot of noise and was too much emotion for the poor albino. (A/N: DX)

Mello giggled with much glee. A little too much glee. A glee that sounded a lot like a chocoholic blonde with too much schemes going on in his little blonde and scarred head.

"Pack your bags boys, were heading the United States…In America! Near, drop those toys and get ready to taste the divine taste of chocolate! Matt, drop the game pads and get ready to be my husband! As for me, I need to steal some bras from Misa and stuff 'em with socks…"

Yes, Mello would be dressing as a woman, who would be 'married' to 'her husband' Matt, or as he would be called once they got in the airport, Daniel. But it was all worth it when he got to eat the chocolate once they boarded the plane.

It would all make sense when they got there, trust me.

Near sighed. Oh joy. A road trip with Mello the obsessed chocoholic and a gamer-obsessed Matt. What fun! Near could hardly suppress his sarcastic joy, but it's wasn't that hard. He had no emotion, remember?