This fic came from my friend, who gave me the ever popular idea of my current state of mind...

"Hey..."

"Yeah?"

"I was just wondering... You know how Mello has a very short temper?"

"Yeah, he does. What about it?"

"Well... What if he went to anger management class?"

-Long pause-

"Um, dude? Are you okay?"

"You just gave me an idea..."

Chapter 1: Matt's Ticking Time Bomb

In a cold, silent room, a gamer lay peacefully on his messy bed in a large striped shirt, black boxers, goggles set on his ruffled pillow next to him, and his DS still in his hand, batteries ran down. He was wound up in dreams of ally detectives, horrific but once in a life time adventures... But most importantly, Halo 3. "Yes... Finally, after all these sleepless days... Hayabusa Armor is mine... Major ownage..." Matt murmured in his sleep, "Use the sniper rifle... Not the assault rifle, you idiot! It's terrible at long range, you're just wasting ammo..." (It always amazed L how much knowledge Matt could store in his mind, even more than Near and Mello. If only he used the space to actually learn important things)

it was Saturday, the morning of Matt's favorite day. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked around his room sleepily. He yawned, putting his goggles on his forehead and getting up. Noticing the dead game still in his hand, he wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead, thankful he saved his game before dozing off. Matt skipped happily to the livingroom of the well furnished house the Wammy boys and their mentor L and caretaker Watari lived in. Matt rubbed his hands together, with a smirk drawing across his face.

It was routine for him to wake up before anyone else, which is his regular goal. If Matt could reach it, his days usually went well. It's one of the only things that Near doesn't do first and that Mello doesn't do second. Morning was his me-time, and everyone knew that. As Matt lit his first cigarette of the day, he turned on his Ps3, waiting for "Guitar Hero 3" to load. He grabbed his plastic guitar and sighed, perfectly content, and choosing his favorite song to start off with, "Miss Murder".

It never took much to make him happy. Some cigs, some games, food, water, shelter(in the order of "need") and he was perfectly content. He never minded Mello's large hourly bouts of rage, Near's smugness, L's uncaring ways, and what could be said about Watari other than he puts up with all of it plus Matt's cigarette smoke every day and can somehow TAKE CARE of these insane people!

"Hey miss murder can I, Hey miss murder can I, may beauty stay if I, take my life? Woah oh oh..." Matt sang along to the song quietly. This was also the only time he felt comfortable singing, when everyone else was still in their crypts, rejecting pleas to wake up, like Matt would ever do something crazy like that. He's only shared this light silence with Watari a few times, when the old man wakes up too early and asks Matt if there is anything he needs, which Matt always does.

It'd be about an hour more before Watari left his room. Then L, Near, and Mello, who was always last in this event. Matt heard a door slam down the hall, and screwed up for the first time during the whole song because of it. Only one person slammed their door with such ferocity, only one person who was NEVER awake this early in the morning. Matt heard footsteps pound down the hallway. Yup, it was Mello.

The footsteps came closer, and Matt began to worry. He would've stopped for the bathroom by now... He must've woke up that early to talk to Matt then. Mello sauntered over to Matt, grabbing onto his sleep shirt, making it fall off his shoulder yet again. Matt paused his game, turning around and looking up at the irritable blonde. "Yeah?" Matt said lazily, making Mello growl. "I'm almost out of chocolate, I need you to get me some right now."

Matt turned back around, continuing his game. "Can't you just get Watari?" Mello reached over and pressed the pause button himself. "No, he's still asleep." Matt rolled his eyes. "When Watari's out of commission I don't cater to you." Mello started to tap his feet. "Ummm... Yeah, you do." Matt sighed, looking back at his game. "Mello, I'm not gonna change, get my keys, and drive all the way to the store for more heaps of chocolate this early in the morning, especially since last week you refused to get me "Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories". You know, that was the last one I needed."

Mello grumbled, "Matt, I don't care about your stupid video game habit." Matt glared at Mello, "And I don't care about your stupid chocolate addiction."

Matt, fully dressed and on the road, tried not to think about the black eye that now 'graced' his face. "Jeez... He must be PMSing." Matt remarked. He usually could stand Mello when he was all angry, it even made him happy at times. But Mello being angry without chocolate?

Unbearable.

No one could stand him when he was like this, Watari even needed to strain himself once or twice(god bless his patient soul). Matt arrived at the store's parking lot, getting out and being thankful that it was still dark outside. Entering the store, he also noticed that not many people were there, another thing to be thankful for.

He went to the candy aisle without any wasted time, cleaning each chocolate bar shelf he could find. Mello usually only ate plain milk chocolate, but he enjoyed variety, something not many people would know about him. Matt hurried to the checkout stand, where the real stares always began. At least he didn't have to wait in line. He dumped his large sum of chocolate onto the line, scratching his head groggily.

The short girl stationed at the stand was moving quickly to get everything through, flinching at every chocolate bar and trying not to look at Matt's purplish eye. He put his goggles over his eyes to try and make her feel more comfortable, which seemed to help. She released a sighed, finally finishing. "That comes out to... 130.57." The girl said, trying to get Matt out of there as fast as possible. That was fine with him, he slapped cash into her hands and left quickly.

Something has to be done with Mello... This is getting out of hand. Matt thought, feeling his eye. He got into his car and sped off.

Near was up ever since he heard the crashing of Mello's feet to the carpet. He was merely staring at the ceiling, thinking quietly about every other subject that crossed his mind. He thought about what he suspected everyone was currently doing, he thought about what cases this day could possibly bring them, but whatever he thought about, his train of thought was always shattered by the booming of Mello's powerful steps across the house.

L and Watari have to be up now too... I wonder why he's so mad. Near wondered. He got up from his bed, slumping over to the door and walking out. I might as well find out, it's not like I'll be able to go back to sleep. Near reasoned. He walked down the sound riddenhallway, holding his head.

He finally reached the kitchen, seeing Mello pace through it as if he were making a very hard decision. "Mello..." The older male looked at the calm white-haired boy with wild eyes, "Why are you making so much noise? Are you angry? And if so, then why?" Near asked emotionlessly. Mello leaned against the wall, scowling. "Matt challenged me and didn't do what I wanted him to, he forced me to make him."

Near closed his eyes and shook his head, "So, your angry because he challenged your so-called, "Authority"." Mello nodded "That's ri-"

He stopped himself. So-called authority? "Wait, what do you mean by... 'So-called authority'?" Mello asked. Near walked over and took a chair, sitting in it. "Well, L is the one who we listen to, not you Mello." Mello cracked his knuckles, "You should listen to me anyway, if you know what's good for you." Near left the chair and looked at Mello, twisting his hair. "That's why I said, "so-called authority", Mello." He walked away, making Mello growl and stomp in anger even louder than before.

L was typing quickly on his computer, easily ignoring the animalistic noises of "Morning Mello". Watari was in the room with him, staying upon L's request ever since he served the young man a pitcher of tea and three bowls of sugar cubes. This time, he was actually writing for himself, and wouldn't let another tantrum provided by Mello stop his happiness.

Watari stood a few feet behind him with his own tea, reading as L continued to write. It was a novel he's been working on for a few weeks now, derived from one of the thousands of cases the detective has already solved, a case particularly interesting. Watari smiled, remembering each detail that L wrote down.

Both of them probably wouldn't leave the sanctity of L's room for at least another hour. But that was fine, they were old friends and held no problems against each other. "Watari, when do you suppose Mello will stop his onslaught of profanities?" L questioned. Watari laughed. "I heard Near's door open, he must have riled Mello up. So, maybe a couple hours." L smiled. "Yes, it always takes him the longest time to get over things Near says."

Matt got out of his car, hauling the bags of chocolate to the door. It was a slow process, but you felt twice as good when all that extra weight was off your arms. Mello put his ear to the front door, hearing Matt struggle with all his chocolate. He left the house eagerly, scooping up the chocolate out of Matt's hands and running back into the house quickly... Slamming the door on the exhausted redhead.

Matt mentally growled, walking over and opening the door himself, he plopped himself down on the floor in front of the television and turned it on yet again. Mello already escaped to his room, chocolate in tow. He set the fake guitar aside and made his game system spit out the disc for it. He decided to switch to another game. "Hmmm... Final Fantasy 9? Nah... Dark Cloud? Nope..." As Matt shuffled through his large selection, he came across a game he hadn't played in quite awhile. "Radiata Stories!" Matt gasped, hugging the game and inserting it in the Ps3.

He grabbed his controller, happy once again. Not even Mello's foul mood could bring him down as long as his games still worked, he there was still hope. The sun was now shining which put a bit of a damper on Matt's mood, but things were still okay. He ran his character named Jack out of the elf region and into the ork region. "I can't believe it, I'm still level 57! I should train him up." Matt said, laughing at how long it's been since this game saw the light of day.

He heard more footsteps down the hall, much calmer than Mello's, and shrugged them off. Watari went straight to the kitchen, and started getting ingredients out to make L and cake. L went in the other direction, and sat down on the couch behind Matt. "He calmed down faster than previously thought." L stated, and Matt lit another one of his cigarettes. "I gave him chocolate." He replied, which made L smile slightly.

"I love seeing how you boys interact with each other." L said, noticing Matt's eye. Matt grumbled, starting a battle with an invading ork. "Yeah, well I think Mello's solid proof that men can have periods." Matt countered spitefully.

The morning went better than planned, by Matt's start. Everyone stayed calm, and Mello just stayed in his room. He bit into a crunch bar, thinking about how his morning was going. It was rare that they accepted cases on Saturdays, probably why Matt loved them so much. "Damn Matt..." Mello said to himself, "Just do what I say, and I won't hurt you."

He got up from his bed, and checked the clock. It was 2:30pm, a more than appropriate time to finally leave his room. He stomped to the door, swinging it open and exiting his room. Near was on the floor next to Matt, who got Jack up 20 more levels since morning. Killing off yet another boss in the storyline, he glanced at Mello, and soon turned back around.

L was in his chair in the living room, eating his fifth piece of the cake Watari made that morning, and Watari was off in his room, most likely reading. Mello went to the kitchen, opening the fridge and seeing nothing but freshly made sweets. "You're going to kill Watari one of these days." Mello said, and L shrugged. "I figure if he can put up with your demands, he can put of with my requests." L said, taking another bite of his cake.

"Getting chocolate from the store's different than actually making things from scratch, Matt should know." Matt twitched when he heard his name. No, not today. He wasn't going to submit to Mello's childish behavior. He continued playing, and entered a special maze exclusive to the end of the game. "Does that mean the next time Watari goes out to get you chocolate, you'll punch him in the eye before he leaves?" Near questioned.

Mello folded his arms, "Of course not. Watari would listen to me the first time anyway, not like Matt." He twitched again. Didn't they understand that he was in the room with them? If you're going to talk about someone, at least do it when they can't hear you. Mello lied down on the couch, ruffling Matt's hair, "But he'll learn to respect me sooner or later." Matt sighed. "I'm not a dog, you know." Mello unwrapped another bar of chocolate, "Yeah? And?"

Matt made a low growl, trying to control his anger. He also could stand Mello when he wore that, "Better than you" complex over his head. Mello shook his finger, "Now Matt, If you don't want to be treated like a dog, don't act like one." Matt completely ignored Mello from then on, and saved his game.

He switched to an old favorite, "Portal". Starting by shooting a hole in the wall with his ASHPD, he slipped into another room or the Aperture Science building. Mello didn't hear the annoyed voice of Matt this time. He poked his friend on the head, "Anyone in there? Probably not." Matt ignored the insult. Mello sat up, "Matt?" He called.

Still nothing.

Mello cracking his knuckles, shoved the gamer into the floor. Matt easily bounced back, continuing to play his game. Mello narrowed his eyes, walking over to Matt's Ps3 and bringing his foot down hard on it with a loud smash. Near and L watched with wide eyes as Matt's game stopped and the screen turned blue with a yellow "Lost Signal" sign in the middle of it.

Matt's eyes turned wide, and his heart sank. He stayed calm, and walked into the hall Murmuring. "It's time for some tough love". Near and L could only stare. He was actually staying sane. His game was busted beyond belief, but he was okay. Matt grabbed a phone book out from the book shelf in the hallway and walked into the kitchen. Flipping the book, he picked up the house phone.

After a few moments, he began talking. "Um, yeah, I wanted to set up a class." He paused again. "No, it's not for me. It's for my friend... Yes, set it up under the name Mello. That's M-E-L-L-O." More silence, and Matt chuckled, "Yeah, he's far from mellow. That's why he needs the course. So, when can we get this thing underway?" A short moment went by. "That's perfect! He'll be there then. Thank you, bye."

Matt set the phone down, and went to the fridge. Getting a plate of mixed cookies, and walked back into the livingroom and sat down on the couch, setting the television back to T.V. mode, and biting into a sugar cookie. Mello sat down next to him, "Who did you call just then?" He asked. Matt changed the channel to cartoon network, and began watching Chowder.

"I called that Family Therapy place nearby." Mello raised an eyebrow, "Why?" Matt turned to Mello, scowling. "Because, your attitude's gotten worse, if that was even possible. I got you a class for anger management."

Poor Mello! Well, he did break Matt's Ps3. Until next time!