"Mello, I have an extremely important task that you need to complete."
L sat in his usual crouched position staring intently at his computer screen.
"It requires determination, a careful eye, and exquisite listening techniques, all of which I believe that you posses."
This was enough to get Matt to look up from his video game and Near to pause constructing his castle of dominos.
Mello watched the world's greatest detective closely, waiting for his assignment.
"Now listen closely Mello, this is very important."
L had everyone's attention at this point. He turned around in his chair and looked directly into Mello's eyes. "I need you to pick up a cake."
Mello let out the breath he'd been holding and Matt doubled over laughing.
"Fail!" Matt shouted, rolling off of the couch onto the floor. "You…fell…for…that…one…hard!" he laughed gasping for air.
"Shut the hell up Matt!"
Mello turned to L, angrily crossing his arms.
L looked between a pissed off Mello, Matt dying of laughter, and emotionless Near.
"I do not see the humor of this situation. Care to enlighten me?" Mello's nostrils flared and he stood up.
"I thought that you needed me for a fucking mission! Something that would benefit the case! Instead you ask me to get you a cake."
L looked at Mello as though he just witnessed him murder a puppy. "But Mello, its strawberry cake." L sighed, as though that would explain everything.
"Because strawberries solve all of the world's problems!" Mello mocked.
"No Mello, that would be me. And I need cake to do it. Preferably of the strawberry variety."
"Fine!" Mello shouted grabbing his jacket. "I'll get your fucking cake!" slamming the door behind him.
Mello's P.O.V.
This fucking sucks! It's freaking freezing out here. I think it's going to rain soon, and I was stupid enough to walk instead of taking my motorcycle.
Well this just can't get any better. I walked towards down the street, ducking into an alley for a short cut. Then I think I hear something. Sniffle, sniffle.
"Hello? Is somebody down there?"
Sniffle, sniffle.
I look at the corner and see something move. It's just a small dog or a large rat. Just a small dog or a large rat. I chant to myself as I approach the corner.
Sniffle, sniffle.
This is not a rat.
I reach the corner and see two large purple eyes covered by a mess of dark hair. Why the hell is there a little kid in the alley?
I crouch down like L does, trying to get a better look at her. She has pale skin and purple eyes. She is wrapped in a dirty blanket and her dress is torn. She is so tiny. It's obvious that she hasn't been eating properly. She can only be about five! Poor thing.
She whimpered and cowered further into the corner. "Hey kid, just hang tight ok?" I pulled out my phone and dialed Matt's number.
*Matt on the phone*
"Sup Mells, did you get the cake?"
"No, dude there's a little girl here in the alley. I think she's hurt."
"How old is she?"
"Probably around five. She hasn't spoken to me."
"Ok, where are you at?"
"In an alley that cuts to town."
"Alright, I'll be there as soon as I can."
*End of phone convo*
I reached in my pocket and took out my chocolate bar.
"Here, you want some chocolate?" I waved the bar in front of her. She looked at it, then at me.
"Take the damn chocolate would you?!" This was pissing me off.
Then I heard Matt's car door slam. "Dude that's not how you talk to a baby! I can hear you screaming from down the street."
I looked at him, then glared at the girl.
"She won't fucking come out of this damn corner and she won't take the stupid chocolate!"
Matt crouched down next to me and smiled at the little girl. "Your screaming is scaring her, come here sweetheart, you're ok." Matt stretched out his arms, and picked her up. She sniffled into his shoulder and he carried her to the car.
L is going to have a field day when he sees this.