Bang! Bang?
"Gang unites on 1…" Rod began, hand hovering just above the notebook.
Mello really couldn't believe this, did the previous generation really rely on these geeks to follow through... with anything?
"2…" He continued; his voice filled with enthusiasm.
The saddest part being, Mello thought, the guy was actually, truthfully excited. What had become of this world? Were Americans truly this dumb? You see, The Wammy House was extremely isolated from the rest of the world. The only U.S. citizen, scratch that, the only person Mello had ever really talked to was his old friend Matt. And he hadn't seen him since he left the orphanage behind. On the other hand, perhaps he hadn't even noticed Mello's absence; he was always bent over his video games anyways. Who knew if the gamer even noticed Mello was ever there in the first place? Surprised by the direction his thoughts had taken, he grabbed another chocolate bar to calm his nerves. Ever since his leave, he couldn't shake the thoughts of his best friend.
"…3!" The blonde lazily reached for the Death Note, only to his anger and confusion, his hand hit the cold surface of the glass table instead.
"Fuck you." A familiar voice cursed.
He instinctively pulled his gun out. This could get interesting but hadn't that been why he joined the mafia in the first place?
Mello sat on his throne, or the closest thing to it in this crack fest, in his slowly decomposing apartment; surrounding him, none other then his own little group of crack-dummies. He hadn't done that bad in the organization, earning himself some men dressed in black. One things was out of place; His guess being the goggled boy clutching Mello's Death Note, brave kid. He took another bite of chocolate.
The blond debated for a moment before putting his gun away. Slowly everyone else followed dumbfounded. The red head jumped onto his lap. Mello, annoyed by the sudden intrusion, stoop up completely ignored the fact that his friend was there and letting him fall to the ground.
"Ow." The former cried out.
Mello snatched the book from the yelling boys hand and tossed it onto the table. He made his way over the small kitchen, Purposely stepping on Matt while doing so. Rod patted off behind him.
"What do I do boss?" Rod whispered
"I don't care, dipshit. Get out of here with the rest of those idiots; I can deal with this myself." He grabbed a new bar of Chocolate from the cupboard.
A/N: Sorry for any OC-ness XD
Next chapters will be longer, just btw. And they will contain more MattxMello-ness (again with the -ness, I don't do authors notes... as u should be able to see)
I'm not exacatacilly sure what the title will have to d with anything, let's wait and see! I'll come up with something, something random, I promise
OHH! and again, btw, this is like my seconde attemp at a none first person story and seconde attemp about something other then Twilight. (I know how L-A-M-E!)