Look who wrote a Death Note Fanfiction! XD

Anyway...this is the story of Matt and Mello...in a non-yaoi way.

I had the idea for this one day while looking at two guys on the subway, standing closely together. One had this dyed-from-black blondey-orangey coloured hair and the other had green dyed hair and wore these huge glasses. I played a little game in my head of what they were like, their life, their relationship with eachother...and strangely enough, came up with the plot of this.

Anyway, enjoy.

xx


The busy streets of the city were cluttered with the ever present traffic of the early evening rush. The sun had bid fair-well to its patrons, letting the nay-purple colour-scheme take hold of the earth. As the neon of the Red-Light district started to glow ominously, an overly-souped amber Kawasaki motorcycle took to the tarmac, weaving in and out of the masses of cars. The driver, made no effort to express his opinion of the traffic to the others, using a colourful vocabulary of curses.

"Hey!" one woman shouted from her minivan, "have some consideration! There's kids present!" she jerked her thumb in the direction of the backseat of her minivan. Her three children sat there, solemnly. One, a teenager, was playing a popular shooter game on a PSP, a lollipop sicking out of his lips.

The driver, stalled next to the van and took of his dark helmet, laughing. His blonde hair was ruffled slightly, his fringe parting in the centre a little.

"Well, it's better if they're exposed to it now than later in life." He winked at the woman who gasped at his arrogance.

"Hey, kid. What level you on?" the driver shouted into the van, ignoring the protests of the mother.

"Level 46, biotch!" he shouted gleefully, his eyes never leaving the game.

The driver laughed, shoved his helmet back on roughly and kicked his Kawasaki back into gear, speeding through the green lights towards...a friend.

.oOo.

Well, Mello...you're here. How are you going to convince this guy to play wolf for you? The driver thought to himself, patting down his hair as he strode towards the dilapidated apartment block in front of him. Checking the address on the slip of paper he stole from his old home, Wammy's House, he braced himself for the musty, dead odour that these kinds of apartment blocks gave off.

Not risking his life with the lift, Mello climbed the seven sets of stairs upwards, holding his upturned nose.

I can't believe he can actually stand this place! Mello seethed at the mouldy walls of the hallways. He found the right door, rapped on it smartly, fixed his dangly red rosary and smoothed down his hair, waiting.

When the door didn't open, Mello banged on the fragile looking door with his gloved fist repeatedly till a voice came from within.

"Alright, alright! I'm commin'!"

Mello grinned, stepping back from the landing. The door opened slightly to reveal the face of a young man, perhaps in his late teens, his dishevelled dark hair a messy heap atop his face. His blue eyes glittered, at first with annoyance but then they revelled in shock.

"Mel-Mello?"

"Hiya Matty-boy."

.oOo.

"Look, all I'm asking of you is to watch this Misa chick for a couple of days! It won't be that hard!" Mello stomped after Matt in his black combat boots, causing a racket.

"Shh! The down-stairs will hear you! And no! I don't wanna!" Matt panicked, skittering around the house, weaving in and out of rooms. Mello followed him, clomping around like an immature child.

"Don't care! I need you on this buddy!"

Matt stood stock-still and turned to face Mello, a finger pointing in Mellos face. "Don't call me 'buddy'." He then sighed and slumped into a nearby beanbag. Mello followed suit, kicking back and resting his feet on of Matts gaming consoles.

"Sorry...I just-I just don't want to get involved in any sort of crime stuff right now..."

Mello, pulled out a chocolate bar from the back pocket, taking a savage bite out of it. "Why not!"

"Well...I 'spose I just need to...I dunno-"

"Spit it out, shit-taco."

"What did you just call me!"

"Shit-taco."

Matt gave his counterpart a look of distaste. "You know, for someone in the Mafia, you're really immature."

Mello grinned and nodded. "Thank you."

Matt smiled slightly, picking up a nearby PSP.

"Dude," Mello took another bite, "how many game-consoles do you fuckin' need?"

Matt grinned and turned the portable game on. "More than you'll ever know...besides, I'm trying to finish this game by the end of this month."

"I see...when did you get it?"

Matt looked up innocently and replied that he had only bought it yesterday. Mello shook his head and got up, taking a tour of the apartment. It was shabby, no doubt about it. The lighting was non-existent, the wallpaper in each and every room was either peeling on torn away. Windows were covered with newspapers and the carpeting was threadbare and stained. Mello shuddered, glad that he was wearing his Doc Martens today. By the looks of things, Matt wasn't doing too well in the finance department. Mello leapt at this lifeline and grabbed hold of it.

"Hey, Matt...how much money you got?"

Matt groaned. "I'm doing okay for now. Rent has gone up, even for this shithole. I'm waiting for Rodger to respond to my message."

Mello wandered into the bathroom, staring at himself in the cracked glass mirror.

"You know, this mirror is cracked...you get seven years bad luck!" Mello called out, receiving no reply.

"What was in the message?" Mello called, tracing the cracks with his gloved index finger.

"Aye!" the music on Matts gaming device was obviously far too loud.

"I said 'What was in the message?'!"

"Oh! I just asked for some money, is all!"

Mello opened the bathroom cabinet and scanned the contents. Toothpaste, toothbrush, soap and condoms...Well, at least he's being safe. What Mello really needed was for this convocation to swing towards the Kira case...but how?

"Can you do that?" Mello barked in curiosity. Having left soon before his fifteenth birthday, Mello wasn't quite sure of the inner workings of Wammy's House and when kind of benefits you could receive after you get kicked out and put on your first case.

"I dunno. I'm gunna try though!"

"You do that...wait a minute. What was your first case, Matt?"

"Oh! I solved this string of mass murders...like...a year ago?"

Mello smiled, the perfect opportunity lay in front of him.

"Were they, the criminals I mean, killed by Kira?" Mello asked, stepping out of the bathroom, his face painted serious.

Matt paused his game. "Yeah." Mello could hear him sneer and curse under his breath. Understandably, he would act like that towards Kira...the guy fucked up Matts case!

"Matt...are you pro-Kira?"

Matt frowned, "What's it to you?"

"I'm going to catch Kira...and I need your help...so answer me this; Are you pro-Kira?"

Matt faced his friend, his eyes glittering with contempt, tossing away his PSP. He stood up and glared at Mello.

"No way. Look, does stalking this Misa girl have anything to do with the Kira case? If so...I'm in. I'll do it."

Perfect...