Ok lets get the disclaimer thingie over with.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Death note. If I did I would be very happy and/or rich. But I'm not. So there.
Black nail polish
It was Saturday morning at Wammy's house. It was a nice day as most could tell, except for one gamer, Matt. For Matt today so far has been boring, boring and guess what! Boring! So there he sat on the floor of his room trying to think of a way to make today un-boring. So far his mind was completely blank.
Now for about forty-five minutes his mind stayed like that is before he started thinking random thoughts. It went something like this: He thought of food, then chocolate, then Mello, Mello's arms, his hands, his fingers, and finally his finger nails. That was when Matt had thought of a plan that would for sure get him killed, but in some strange way, completely worth it.
Step one of his plan required him to go to Linda's room. Or at least find said artiest. Life was on his side today for the artiest was in her room. Matt stood there just looking at her door, thinking 'what if she doesn't have any? Then how am I gonna get some?' After five more seconds Matt knocked on the door.
Linda, paintbrush in hand answered the door, gave Matt a questioning look, and said, "Huh? Matt? What do you want?" Matt who stood there glancing into the room asked, "Do you have any nail polish?"
Now just so all of you know the first thought the artiest had, well, thought was, 'Why would a boy want nail polish for?' But never really asked the question, but just said "yes."
"Can I have some?" The games asked, never stopped to think if asking for nail polish was strange or anything. In fact, he saw some male video game characters with nail polish on. "Uhhh sure" Linda answered as she backed into her room, opened a nearby drawer, and took a glass bottle of black nail polish out.
"Here, I never wear this color anyway" She said, then gave Matt the nail polish. Matt took the nail polish, smiled and ran down the hall. He yelled thanks to the confused artist, and then headed to Mello's room.
Matt had his ear pressed to the chocolate addict's door, to see if he could hear anything. It just so happened that he didn't. That was good. That meant Mello was sleeping in. With that he opened the door, and there he was, Mello, asleep.
Matt slowly crept into Mello's "domain" and tiptoed toward the bed. Matt got there in what seemed like five hours, but really thirty seconds. Matt poked Mello to see if he was really asleep. All Mello did was twitch. He was dead asleep.
Matt, next, opened to glass the bottle of the black paint. It smelled really bad. Matt beared with it and took one of Mello's hand and started to paint his nails. It was unexpectedly hard, but It LOOKED easy when girls did it. He took his time though and got a good clean coat on his nails.
Matt finally finished both of his friend's hands, closed the bottle, and then leaned down to Mello's face. What he was about to do might get him killed though. The whole thing might get him killed, but he continued with the whole plan.
Matt took a deep breath, and then he yelled right in Mello's face. "WAKEY WAKEY MELLS!" Mello's eyes shot open in shock. Matt backed off to the door. Blinking, Mello sat up in bed, and asked, "Matt, Why the hell did you scream in my face!?" Mello looked down at his nails. Matt had his hand on the door knob.
Mello's eyes suddenly lit up. "Hey how did you know I liked this shade of nail polish?"He never got his answer. Matt was long gone, running for his life. It turns out he was never in any kind of danger. Mello shrugged and pulled a chocolate bar from under his pillow.
There you have it! I hope I did a good job on it! R&R