Disclaimer: I do not own Death note no matter how much I want to… T_T

Me: Well as everyone probably knows, this is a MattxMello fanfic. I don't usually write yoai fanfics but I thought it'd be fun.

Matt: If you don't then why write one now?

Mello: Good question. What he said.

Me: Cause I thought of an awesome fanfic of you two boys and thought it would be cute.

Mello: That's it?

Matt: Just cause you thought it'd be cute?

*I nodds*

*Matt face palms himself and Mello laughs nervously*

Mello: Anyway… Don't forget to fucking review the paper.

Me: You mean story, right?

Mello: Yeah whatever.

Matt: Are you really that blonde?

Mello: Yes… I mean no! You know what? Fick Dich!!

Matt: Fick dich aouch.

*I laughs so hard. Mello stays quiet and Matt plays his PSP*

Little Kitty

Mello's POV

I was walking home from the grocery store. I had bought enough chocolate to last me two fucking months. BUT knowing myself it'd be gone by tomorrow maybe. I wasn't paying attention because I was munching on one of my chocolate bars. And I noticed that a giant semi-truck heading towards me as I crossed the street. The horn blasted through my brain as I jumped out of the way. I sighed as I got up and dusted my black leather pants off. Bending down, I snatched my bag of chocolate bars and the one I had been eating. It was defiled by the city street so I was unable to eat it any longer.

"Fuck. That was my first one too," I muttered to myself. My chocolate addiction not only gave me great skin but also made me a psycho at points. I tossed the fucking chocolate bar into a nearby trash can and continued my way home with a new one in my hand.

As I walked it had started to rain. Cussing colorfully, I found shelter under a tree near a bench. I tossed the wrapper of my chocolate bar and heard a whimper from under me. I bent down, my head between my knees as I looked under the bench I sat on. Directly under me, I saw a red kitten. Not orange red but crimson red. It was actually quite weird that a cat had blood red fur. Feeling guilty and sorry for the poor, wet kitty, I reached for it. As if sensing my hand, its eyes opened and it hissed at me, swatting my hand away with its small red paw. I frowned and grabbed the creature by the scruff of its neck and brought it out from under the bench. Sitting up, we had a glaring contest, which I won. The cat(or what sounded like it) sighed defeated. I stood and hugged the cat to my chest, grabbing my bags, ran off towards my apartment.

When we entered, I set the bags on the table and got a towel and dried myself off. I set the cat down so he(I had found out it was a guy) could explore. Heading for the bathroom, I went to go prepare a bath for the cat. He needed it more then I did. As I let the water fill the tub, I put away the food I had bought.

"Meow…" I heard from the door way of the kitchen.

"Come on cat." I picked the little kitty up and carried it to the bathroom. Shutting the facet off, I slipped the kitten into the luke-warm water. It didn't fight like any normal cat would have; instead it seemed to enjoy the water. Feeling the need to get into the water, I unzipped my vest and unlaced my pants pulling them off. The cat noticed and it looked like it blushed. Was this cat acting human or was it me? I slipped into the tub and relaxed. (A/N: Tee Hee Mello's naked. ^///^ Yeah that's right Im perverted. It runs in the family tee hee!!)

I grabbed the cat and poured some shampoo into my hand at the same damn time. Rubbing the gooey substance onto the cat, I began to wash him thoroughly. He didn't struggle but it seemed like the he was fucking blushing! I fucking swear to god, if this cat wasn't blushing then I was fucking going insane!! As I washed the soup from his little cat's body, I tried to get my thoughts off the fact that the cat might be blushing. Oh well, I'll figure it out after a good night's sleep.

The cat and I got out after 30 minutes. I got dressed in my pajamas (consisting of a loose black T shirt and my black boxers). The cat watched as I walked into the kitchen with all my pride and glory. I made dinner and fed the cat some meat. He seemed to like it.

"Ooooookay! Ground rules of my apartment. One: No going to the bathroom in the house, two: Don't be too loud, three: No sleeping on my bed, and finally: Do NOT put your paws on my chocolate." The cat stared at me as if saying "What the fuck is wrong with you?". I washed the dishes and put them in their places.

"You know what? I've decided to give you a name."

The cat did nothing.

"Your new name is Matt, ok?" I asked. Wow I had stooped so fucking low as to ask a cat if his name was ok.

"Meow…" The cat responded. I froze in mid-step. Had Matt just answered to my question? Nah there was no way that he could've understood. I sighed as I made my way to my bed, crawled under the blankets and closed my eyes. I felt something jump onto the bed. I turned to see Matt curled up on my bed.

"Hey Matt? Get down."

The cat breathed calmly but didn't move a muscle. I sighed and closed my eyes again. Then I felt something press against my chest. Looking down, I saw Matt curled up at my chest. I blushed and tried to fall asleep with the cat sleeping on me.

Matt's POV

I awoke the next morning to find that it was still dark outside. The man that had taken me in lay next to me sleeping. I got up and stretched as I jumped off the bed and onto the floor. I sat at the window watching the birds fly across the little balcony. Hours passed and the man finally woke up and spotted me.

"What are you doing?" He asked. I turned my head toward him, my tail swinging back and forth.

"I never told you my name huh?" He asked suddenly. I shook my head. The man was quiet as he stared at me in shock.

"I'm Mello. Mello Keehl." He said after a long awkward silence. Mello sat down with a bowl, a gallon of milk, a box, and a spoon. I wasn't stupid so I knew things other cats didn't. I watched as he set down a bowl of meat for me and dug in when he started eating his own breakfast.

Mello took me to his job today. I learned that the guy was leader of the Mafia. Explains why he carries a gun everywhere he went. It was when we were walking home when things got interesting. Some punk kid bumped into Mello while we walked home.

"Watch it fucking retard," I punk spat. Mello's eyebrow twitched.

"You watch it douche," Mello retorted with more venom in his voice. The punk shrank away from the taller blonde man in black leather. Mello then turned to me and smirked.

"That guy was a douche bag," Mello said to me. I nodded and looked back at the punk. He was a douche bag. Suddenly I realized something. I got real excited at my new discovery. He was a bag of douche!! I trotted after Mello happily.

I had been with Mello for a few days. It was very comfortable and we had gotten used to each other. The only thing different about today was that I stayed home. Well that was only partially the reason why today was different. It was different was because well when I woke up after a nap of the couch, I noticed I was no longer a cat. And for the fact that I was naked. (A/N: Tee hee now Matt's naked!! ^///^ YAY!! Ima pervert!!)

Just then, Mello walked into the apartment to find a naked red head in sitting on his couch. Blushing madly because he saw everything, he instantly took out his gun and pointed it at the boy as he looked up.