/Author's Note: Wow, this is impressive. My second story. Oh, lord, what has the world come to? Seriously, I couldn't hold myself back, although I could have tried a bit harder... hmm... P.S. I wrote this about three times, and the entire thing changed every time.\\

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Take this opportunity to thank your god of choice.

Angel

"Matty, why don't you just get up and do something productive?"

"What, like you? Is stuffing your face really considered 'productive'?" Mello only rolled his eyes and continued on with his chocolate. Ever since he and Matt had died and gone to heaven, (Lord even knows how they had managed that) Matt had been laying on a cloud, watching the world go on without them.

"Y'know, Mello, from up here we get so much more of the story! Did you know that Near eats Chinese food? I didn't even know that he ate anything! That Matsuda character has really bad issues with his feet smelling. Sayu Yagami is actually..." Mello phased out at that moment and focused solely on the feel of chocolate in his mouth.

After another two bars, Mello decided it was time to cut into Matt's one-sided conversation. "...And that Light guy wasn't actually so bad, if you look at him-"

"WHAT?" Matt jumped about a foot in the air and looked back over his shoulder at Mello, his eyes wide. "Am I really hearing this from you, of all people? He killed you and you're saying he 'wasn't so bad'?"

"Well, yeah," Matt replied cautiously. "Before the Death Note corrupted him, I mean. He was definitely an okay kid. He sorta reminded me of L."

"Did you just...I know you didn't just...You can't have possibly...DID YOU JUST COMPARE L TO THAT BASTARD?" Matt could tell he had woken the dragon. Time for damage control.

"I didn't mean it! L is so much cooler than that guy..." But it was too late; Mello had already thrown Matt off of the cloud.

As Matt fell, he could be heard screaming, "Why can't dead people have wings...?"