A/N: I was bored. 'Nuff said.
I imagine that the whole "Mello-Madonna" thing is overdone, but I couldn't resist. And I made it short, so...
Also, I do not own Death Note, or the music mentioned in this fic.
"Matt's WTF Moment"
Matt came into his and Mello's apartment one afternoon and heard something. Something unusual. Music. Dance music.
"Hey, Mello?" he asked. "Where's this music coming from?" He followed the sound until he found the source. Their room. And the TV was on, the channel: MTV. It was then that Matt noticed something that would most likely scar his poor soul for the rest of his life...
Mello was...dancing. And...singing. Surprisingly well.
"Are you ready to jump? Get ready to--Matt!" Mello shouted, finally noticing the very shocked gamer standing in the doorway. "This...this isn't what it looks like, I swear!"
"Okay," his friend replied. "So what you're saying is, I'm imagining you dancing and singing Madonna songs?"
"Yep, that must be it," the blonde said hastily, turning the TV off. "You've got some seriously screwed-up fetishes, man..."
"Mello, I could never in a million years imagine the scene I have just witnessed," Matt said. "You're a closeted Madonna fan, that's the only logical explanation..." He knew that the images he had just seen could never, EVER be unseen.
"Well...people always give me that 'Holy crap, you look like Madonna' stuff, so I thought I'd check out why...and to my surprise, she's not bad..." Mello explained. "I just thought you'd laugh if you knew."
"Laugh? No, of course not," Matt replied with a grin. "Will the image of you shaking your ass in seductive ways haunt my dreams for years to come? Probably."
"Shut up. You know you liked it."
Matt laughed and rolled his eyes. Well, maybe a little, he thought.
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A/N: You guys have no idea how tempted I was to make a "Like A Virgin" joke somewhere when I wrote this...I restrained myself, however. Would've gotten carried away...