A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of this series! Game of Chocolate is inspired by on-the-spot role-plays I have with my friend Victoria (Tori), who is also a character in this story. :D Please don't be offended by anything that happens, it's just harmless joke and fun. Any grammar/spelling fails in speech are done on purpose as an attempt to be funny.
Warning: Strange actions and decisions from the DN characters (but the way they speak should be pretty much in character, I hope), unrealistic and unexplainable situations, complete randomness, rapid fangirl attacks, swearing - including the F-word, but that's the strongest it gets.
By the way, I think this chapter sucks compared to the other ones, so don't be put off by it. ._.
"Holy crap, chocolate!" a random female teenager, who went by the name of Tori, exclaimed to the particles in the air. She eyed a single chocolate bar, sitting on the shelf of a chocolate store. As she reached over to get it, the hand of a certain blonde quickly shot past and grabbed it.
And yes, we all know who it was.
Paris Hilton.
Just kidding. It was Mello.
"…That looks yummy." Tori caught the chocoholic's attention with her statement, receiving a sharp glare.
"Mine."
"Come on, that was the last one!" she protested.
"I got it first." His lips curved upwards into a smug smirk. "Sucks for you."
"Y- Wait… YOU'RE MELLO!" One of Tori's hand automatically reached up to her mouth.
Mello narrowed his eyes warily. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Tori! Your biggest fan and worthy of being your girlfriend!"
The leather-panted teenager just gave her a blank stare in response. "...Yeah, whatever. The chocolate's still mine."
"…" Tori suddenly snatched the chocolate bar before running towards a random direction. "Hehehe."
"What the f-" Mello instinctively chased after his precious snack. "HEY!"
Then the girl's father appeared out of thin air before vanishing with a puff of smoke after yelling a message: "Tori, you're kicked out of the house just because!"
Tori stopped running and turned to face the teenager behind her. "…Mello, I'm living with you now. Yay!"
"Hell no."
"Sucks."
"Now give me my chocolate," Mello demanded, holding out his hand.
"…I will if you let me live with you."
"..."
"Guess not?"
"Thinking." Complicated thought processing ran through the teenage male's mind, which the author cannot be inclined to write down.
"Hehehe. I can bake. And I like working with chocolate."
"…Fine, but you'll sleep on the floor," the 'lion' ironically agreed obediently out of the desire for that particular chocolate bar. He snapped his fingers, "Now hand it over!"
"That was so girly…"
"I don't give a damn."
"YAY. I ALREADY SOMEHOW HAVE MY CLOTHES AT YOUR HOUSE," Tori declared, handing Mello the chocolate.
He took no notice of the illogic and unexplainable events happening due to, once again, the author's plain laziness. He only wanted the chocolate. "Victory!"
"…My name is Victoria, or Tori."
"I don't care." The chocoholic unwrapped the bar like a rabid squirrel before taking a bite. Mm, chocogasm.
"Sheesh. Bitter much?"
"Yeah, whatever you say. I'm going." Maybe he didn't want anyone to witness his unnatural obsession over chocolate.
"Wait, I have to follow y-"
A certain games-addict in a striped shirt appeared out of nowhere, with a large Cheshire cat grin stuck on his face. "Hey Mells, who's your new girlfriend?"
"Matt. She's not my girlfriend."
"TORI, I'M TORI!" the said girl yelled in the other teenager's face.
"I'M MATT."
"Just kidding, I actually don't care."
"…"
"I'm just gonna unpack in Matt's room!" Tori skipped into a room.
"NO WAAAYYYY!" Matt ran ahead, clearly reluctant to give away his room.
"Sucks."
"I have stuff in there!" Stripy-shirt objected, placing his hands on either sides of the door frame.
Tori simply ducked under and went in, dumping Matt's personal belongings onto the floor.
"Shit! That's my PlayStation!"
A muffled voice sounded from an indistinguishable direction. "Matt?"
Tori stopped unpacking. "…What the fuck was that?"
"Matt?" The voice was clearer now.
"Who ar-" Matt spun around to the owner of the voice. "…HOLY SHIT, NEAR!"
"EW, WHAT IS THAT ALBINO TWIT DOING HERE?"
"I HAVE NO FREAKIN' IDEA!"
"MELLO! NEAR IS IN HERE, WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Eh?" came Mello's intelligent response. And then he entered the room. "…WHAT THE FUCK, NEAR?"
"What, Mello?" The albino adolescent was seemingly unaware of the uproar his presence is causing.
"What the HELL are you doing here?"
"Matt invited me inside."
One of Matt's eyebrows somersaulted over his head. "What? No I didn't!"
"Yes, you did."
"Hell no, liar!"
"I am not lying."
"I didn't, I swear!"
"You did." Near calmly twirled his hair with his finger.
"I don't care who did what!" Mello whipped his gun out of his pants. "NEAR, GET OUT."
"..."
"Now!"
"…"
"..…"
"I want a gun!" Tori piped in, killing the awkward tension, while Matt shrugged and began playing Mario vs. Donkey Kong: Mini-Land Mayhem on his beloved DS.
"Well, you can't have one." The blond teenager gave the girl a credulous stare.
"Hey, I found this gun! How do I use th-"
BANG!
Somewhere in the corner of everyone's eyes, a white and fluffy figure went down.
"...Now can I keep it?"
"Are you serious? Of course not!"
"Too bad." Tori stuck the gun down her shirt. "If you want it, go get it!"
"You'd sue me for sexual harassment or some shit like that." Mello frowned with distaste.
"No, I wouldn't."
"I know you would!"
A sheeply voice rang across the room again. "I cannot feel my arm."
"I don't give a fuck, prick! And didn't Tori just kill you? How the hell are you still alive?"
The supposed-to-be-dead Near ignored the question. "Is Tori your girlfriend, Mello?"
"Nope."
"Then who is she? Why is she here?"
"…That's none of your damn business."
"Why?"
"…Stop asking questions, prick."
"Why?"
Mello twitched in annoyance. "…Shut up, you effing b-"
"MELLO! LOOK!" Tori flailed her arms.
"What?"
"There's a fatass outside our door!"
"The fuck?" Before he could walk up to the door to open it, the poor piece of wood went flying into outer space.
A blob impressively burst through the door frame, opening its mouth to shriek the following gibberish: "0MGZ M3LLO I LUBB UU! PLZZ MARRY MEEE!"
Tori's eyes widened in shock. "...Holy sh-"
"Who the f-?" Mello raised an eyebrow.
Even Matt finally looked up from his game. "The hell?"
And predictably, nothing from Near.