"Mello?"

That was the Gamer's reaction; utter shock. His blue eyes wide, mouth hanging open, game console forgotten as the music played in the background of his very soul. Those words repeated countless times in his head, the image of the person (Madonna, nonetheless) dancing in an outfit that was all too familiar to him. Hell, said-person was laying across a bed behind him, and as he thought it over he realized the chances of said-person pondering the reasons why his best friend suddenly called out his name-

Oh shit.

Readjusting the goggles around his neck, he turned, peeking over the computer chair as his gaze met that of another icy stare. Mello tilted his head, chocolate in one hand, a gun in another. Apparently Matt had been too stunned to hear the blond demanding the reason behind his best friend's shock, and had decided on throwing the gun at his head in an attempt to grab Matt's attention. Well. At least he did not have to resort to that.

"So, why were you calling my name?" the blond asked, his voice edging on frustration, anger evident in his tone as he bore holes into the Gamer.

Obviously caught, Matt let his voice fall. "Well- er, you see," his eyes flicked over to the computer. "I just saw this video, and something tells me you would li-"

The reply was instantaneous: "No."

Slightly hurt, though more happy to oblige, Matt turned towards the computer screen, closing the window quickly in an attempt to force the image from his mind.

Really, something told him Mello would not like that video so much anyways. Famous people dressing up as Mello?

That was a hard sight to see.

Yet, as he moved towards the blond, console in hand and cigarette in another, he could not help but wonder vaguely if Mello danced like that.

And that was when Matt first acted like L: Eighty-four percent.