A/N: Hello~ So here it is the first chapter of "The chocolate can have many tastes". Read, review and enjoy a lot~
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
Summary: Matt, Mello and Near live in the same house. Mello and Near doesn't get along. They can't even see each other without fighting. This could not change... But chocolate can have many tastes... No yaoi. Rated T for language.
The chocolate can have many tastes
Chapter 1: Lack of something
A young man in black leather clothes ran again around the kitchen. Clearly he was looking for something. Something rather hard to find, it seemed. He stopped at the oven, opening it and peeking inside.
Empty. Again, he checked the fridge. The cabinets were the only place he hadn't checked yet.
… Nope. There was nothing in the whole place. There wasn't anything edible in that house… Not even a freaking chocolate.
— MATT! GET THAT LAZY FUCKING ASS HERE! NOW!
— He's not here. Please calm down, getting mad will not change the situation.
A small lump was lying on the carpet, with some toys scattered around. That white thing was staring at him, his black eyes calm and unexpressive as always. Slowly, he stood up, and walked straight where the blonde was.
— Don't order me, albino sheep! Speak where Matt is or I'll kill you!
— He's on the supermarket, buying food.
— But there was plenty of food yesterday. Did you eat it all, onion head?
— If you ate less, we would still have some food.
— Don't call me glutton, dumbass.
— I didn't said that neither. Now calm down or you'll be hungrier faster. I want to eat too, but I don't go crazy about it.
— Humph. Do what you want, toy nerd.
Mello went upstairs, to his room. Near just saw him go really pissed off, while asking himself how things turned out this way…
The goggled boy sat down, ready to enjoy the MacBurger with Double Cheese and the Coke that was in front of him.
— Itadakimasu!
A big crunch to the burger and a small smile was all that could be seen on his face. Next to him, a lot of plastic bags full to the top just stood there, as his only companion.
— Hey, sheep. I'm going for a walk. Don't eat all the food if you know what is good.
— It's not like I was going to do it anyway.
— You better. Bye.
— Goodbye.
The toys continued to move and chasing each other, as if nothing happened.
The Loneliness took over the place again.