a/n: Hi, I wanted to thank you people who reviewed my Death Note story, Mello's Army of Chocolate Bunnies of Terror. It's the best feeling ever to look at a story you posted just a few days before and see it already had three reviews. So, I decide to take Vampiredoll666's advice and right another like that. So here it is, sorry it's so short, enjoy. Characters are ooc.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.

Near sat there. Near sat there because he could sit, he could sit like a pro. In fact, Near was so good at sitting he had won hundreds of trophies from national sitting tournaments all over the world. But Near couldn't sit right now, not properly, because Mello was staring at him. Mello was staring at him so intensely that Near's head almost caught on fire. This would not do. Near could not practicing sitting in these conditions, so he did the only responsible thing he could. Near whipped his head around and gave Mello the evil eye, which for Near was basically making his right eye huge and getting in Mello's face.

"What the hell you moron!" he yelled, spitting in Near's face. The loud noise of Mello yelling caused Matt to come storming down stairs.

"You messed up my Pokémon, now I have to fight the elite four all over again!" Matt whined as he pulled out a box of cereal, the universal comfort food. He began to pour his motorcycle Os into a large cup when he had an idea. "You guys want to join a motorcycle gang?"

"Hell yeah!" yelled Mello a little too soon.

"Ok." said Near in a blunt tone, surprising everyone who thought he didn't like fun, aka Matt and Mello.

"What I don't wanna be in a mother-" Mello began only to be cut off by Matt.

"Then it's settled!" Matt smiled. This would be like living in a real racing video game

It didn't take long to find the perfect motorcycles, they just charged into the motorcycle shop next door and got down to business. Business man style. The three boys walked in, and the manager screamed, this was going to be a long day. Time for plan b, Wammy's style.

Matt, Mello, and Near quickly drove from the motorcycle shop on their new, free, motorcycles. They didn't want the owner to get a good look at their faces. They didn't know how long the sentence for burning down a motorcycle shop was but they didn't want to find out. Roger would kill them already so they didn't need TWO forms of authority on there backs. It hadn't necessarily been their faults anyway, just Mello's. Mello had stomped right in there wearing a ski mask over his face and had starting throwing things and the clerk yelling something about globalization and puppies. Suddenly the fire turned into a full on explosion. Guess there was oil in there. Of course, with an epic explosion behind them the boys could do only one thing, drive in slow motion then jump of their vehicles. In slow motion.

Unfortunately they had left the motorcycles on when they jumped off, so they spent the next half our chasing the motorcycles through the woods. After finally catching them, the boys drove them to a gas station, filled their tanks, and then blew up the gas station. But, that time they weren't as sneaky and so soon they were speeding through down town with the cops on their tail.

"I've never felt so alive!" screamed Mello, who had had a few too many chocolate bars that morning.

"Whooo hooooo!" shouted Near who had had a few too many beers at the gas station.

"You'll never take me alive coppers!" screeched Matt. Of course, it was the instant that the boys realized they weren't looking at the road, and crashed into a tree. So after being patted down, interrogated, attacked by kittens, and arrested, the boys were sent to jail for under aged stupidity. So, there Near sat, in his jail cell, with multiple scars from the kittens,and with two morons who were trying to eat a whole though the wall. But it didn't matter, because Near sat like a pro.