Disclaimers: There are no disclaimers! I mean... I don't own Death Note smiles

Sticks with Old Ladies

"And if you see me losing ground,

Don't be afraid to lie.

I know the pain inside my heart

Can't break the fear inside of yours."

Seething. He did that best and it's what he was doing right now.

"Stupid prat!" He hissed under his breath, retreating further into the fur of his hood.

He kicked at a clump of snow, the remainders of somebody's snowball. It scattered across the ground and clung to the toe of his boot. That's probably what Matt would do when he returned to their apartment. Then again, maybe not.

It rarely snowed here in New York. At least in Mello's experience. And he wished it didn't snow at all because it aggravated him. Grumbling to himself he trudged through the thin icy blanket and continued on down the brightly lit street. No way in hell was he going back to the apartment. But I'll need to go back sooner or later. Besides, apartment means chocolate, and no snow. He thought to himself. Actually no, Matt threw out the rest of my stash.

"Fuck!" He swore loudly, louder than he intended to.

"I beg your pardon?"

Mello whipped around and fixed a stony glare onto the wrinkled face of an old woman.

"What?"He demanded. "What's your problem?"

"My problem? You watch your language young man!" She lunged forward and hit him with her walking stick. A crack sounded when the wood connected with his hip bone.

Mello grit his teeth. It stung like a bitch. He took a step forward but managed to stop himself from going any further. She was an old lady for Christ sake! And she just beat you with her walking stick.

Muttering something unheard, Mello took one last glance at her and crossed the road, not caring if there were any cars. A few horns roared at him and he simply smirked, walking back the way he came, but on the other side of the street.

He didn't really want to go back. All that would follow would be yelling and cursing and stomping around like a childish brat. Of course, it would be him who would be doing all of the above. Damned Matt would just stare at the television screen playing whatever game he plays. Prat.

Okay so maybe Mello was harsh. Maybe he should stop rolling into the apartment every night and moan and whine about whatever the hell he wanted, and needed, to moan and whine about. Matt got the brunt of it and never complained. That's what kept their friendship. Matt's tolerance. Not to mention his loyalty. It was a damn shame Mello had no idea how to put a lid on the cookie jar of anger. It was too addicting. However he would try to make an effort when he got back not to lose it with him.

Twenty minutes of walking freezing cold through the snowy streets and with an increasingly sore hip finally brought Mello to the front entrance of the apartment building. He tore open the door and strode up the stairs, stopping for a second outside Matt's apartment. It was his home, and he allowed Mello to stay here, the least he could do was not tear the door down in his fit of rage. So with this thought in mind he gently cracked the door open, slipped inside, then slammed it full force back into its position in the wall. The handle clattered to the floor.

"Matt."

"Ev'nin'."

Bleeps and cracks and the sickening sound of gunshots firing into virtual people.

"Matt!" Mello shouted across the room, picking up the door handle. "I told you to at least look at whoever comes through the door! You never know who could..."

"I knew it was you."

"Bastard." He ambled over to the couch in the middle of the room. It was the only thing there, apart from an old table stained with...whatever... and a rather large television. Cables were also strewn from one corner to the other to connect various laptops. When Mello approached Matt was lying on his back with his head dangling over the edge of the seats and his knees were hooked around the back of the couch. His fingers worked furiously at the playstation controller in his hands while a cigarette was held precariously between pale lips. Empty crisp packets and beer cans sat idle on the floor where they had been thrown aside. Mello wrinkled his nose. "How did you know it was me?"

"Because... you arse!"

"Excuse me?"

He glared at the screen. "Not you idiot. That guy." He half heartedly lifted his hands to point at the TV. "I knew it was you because no one else would rip the door open like that and make the handle fall off." He jammed harder on the buttons. "Yeah! Get him... bastard. SHIT! There he goes! OW!"

Mello dropped the metal handle onto Matt's chest and stalked away.

Matt shifted his weight and the handle rolled off him and onto the floor. Making a small whump of protest. A frustrated scream echoed from the kitchen and Matt grinned widely.

"MAAATT! THERE'S NO CHOCOLATE!"

"Well, duh!" He shouted through. "You got rid of my last packet of cigs so I took your damn chocolate."

"Then how come you've got a cigarette in your mouth right now?!"

"I found it."

"What?"

"You heard."

"Go get me some chocolate."

"No."

Mello thundered into the living room and slammed his hands down onto Matt's ankles. He put his weight down and immediately Matt sat upright through shock and pain. His face was inches from Matt's and that disgusting cigarette. "I said go get me chocolate!"

Matt grinned slightly and tried not to laugh. "You're pouting."

"Matt."

"Okay."

He let go of him and the other slumped towards the door, complaining of the blood which rushed to his head.

Matt pulled on a jacket and started towards the door. Then suddenly realised something. "Uhh... Mello? I can't get out."

"What?"

He nodded towards the hole the handle used to occupy. Matt knew that soon Mello's unusually good mood would disappear and would all be replaced by yelling and frustration. He needed his candy, but right now, that wasn't going to happen.

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Notez: First fanfic... –shot- It WILL get better for anyone who's willing to follow it. And... I taste soap. On with things, yes, this was written through sudden inspiration hence the reason it is not too great. I wanted to get it down on –virtual- paper before it escaped my brain. But yeah. I has a plan for it –kinda- and so it will be good hopefully. And this first chapter isn't how Mello will be portrayed throughout. As I said, I was in a hurry.