Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. I don't own Pokemon or Mario, either.
Warnings: Language
Author's Note: I wrote this after my DS Lite's hinge exploded after being cracked for about 4 months. I imagined how Matt would go through it and I laughed. Hard.
Dirge for a DS
Matt was used to sickening cracks similar to the snapping of human bone. After all, he did live with the great Mello, the master of crunching chocolate.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
The sound was annoying, and even Mello himself had admitted it a few times in the past. Matt couldn't stand it at first, but he soon learned to block it out with video game systems, handhelds especially.
As a gamer, it was almost expected that he would be the owner of a DS Lite. He enjoyed the white handheld immensely, logging in hundreds of hours raising Pokemon, smashing hundreds of Goombas in Super Mario, and cursing quite loudly in Mario Kart.
The date was November 10th, a normal day for nearly everyone in the world. However, it was a day of mourning for poor Matt, and a day of cowering in fear for Mello.
The morning had been bright and sunny, not a single cloud in the expanse of blue. For November, the air was quite warm, almost to the point of being able to wear short sleeves without freezing. It was also the perfect day to finally beat Pokemon Diamond with his superpowered Pokemon, overleveled by numerous hours of dedication by the redhead.
Smiling as his hands grasped the DS Lite, he carefully opened it. After all, it was as sacred as the cross for Christians.
SNAP.
Matt's eyes widened in panic, and Mello, perched on the leather sofa, watched on intently, crunching his chocolate obnoxiously.
"No way," Matt muttered, watching the top half of the DS flop back to a point where it just shouldn't go. "No fucking way."
"I was waiting for this day," Mello remarked, getting up and heading towards the door.
"Son of a bitch," the gamer cussed, white teeth clearly showing in anger. "I can't believe this!"
Matt looked up to where Mello used to be, standing in the doorway. The blond was now long gone, obviously avoiding the impending doom that would surely engulf their rundown apartment in Los Angeles.
Matt sighed and set the DS delicately on the scratched coffee table. With another heavy sigh, he grabbed his keys and his wallet and headed towards his car, still frowning slightly.
Mello was not surprised in the least when he came home that night to find the apartment mostly dark and Matt sitting on the leather sofa, staring at the coffee table intently.
"So..." Mello drawled, taking a chocolate bar from his pocket.
"Say something for it," Matt suddenly commanded, voice serious.
"For a stupid video game thing?" Mello scoffed, flinging himself next to Matt. The red head glared at him and said, "Just say something."
Mello sighed, knowing that Matt wouldn't let up. "Fine," he submitted, followed by, "You were a great DS, and you kept Matt from doing his work about three-quarters of the time. Enjoy being a paperweight."
Matt seemed a bit more content now, and he reached over the sofa's arm and picked up a bag from the floor. Eagerly, he took a box out of the bag, and in minutes, something was plugged into the wall, and something plugged into that cord. Mello really, really wanted to smack himself in the face.
"I got a DSi," Matt remarked. "Let me take a picture of your face."
"No," Mello snorted.
It was too late, he realized, because Matt had already taken a picture and seemed hell-bent on making Mello look as ugly as humanly possible.