A/N: Second part of the story that takes place the morning after previous events. This was originally posted as its own seperate story but I decided it would be best to combine them into one. I pretty much had to drag myself away from the tennis courts to write this. I was using tryouts as an excuse to not write, because unless I'm in front of a computer and start typing, I find the prospect of writing to be a scary one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Deathnote or anything like that
Matt's lips compressed tightly into a frown as green eyes glinting with frustration stared at the object before him.
"It's just you and me now."
The toaster did not respond. It sat quietly on the counter underneath the flickering light bulb in the tiny kitchen, two halves of a bagel innocently peeked out from inside the dark confines of the appliance.
"There's no one here to help you now. So let me ask you, are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way."
Still no response from the toaster. This just seemed to anger Matt even more.
"You're mocking me aren't you? You stupid piece of crap," the redhead growled as he snapped his goggles in place, ready for war. Quickly his arm snapped forward and he pushed the lever down on the toaster's side.
Nothing happened.
"Goddamn you! I'm hungry!" Matt continued his assault on the poor machine, "Come on, work!" The boy was getting seriously pissed now; this was not how he wanted to start his mornings, beating up on kitchen appliances and all.
The one-sided battle was cut short by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind the gamer. Matt whipped around to find Mello in all his dead-cow skin clad glory with his customary scowl on his face.
"Oh, hey Mello, didn't know you were up."
"Of course I'm up, who the fuck could possibly sleep with all your goddamn fucking screeching."
Matt rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
"Ah well you see, the toaster's not exactly in a cooperative mood this morning." He explained, awkwardly laughing while doing so.
Mello rolled his eyes; it was just like Matt to get worked up over something so stupid. The blond had never seen the benefits to owning something as useless as a toaster, who the hell would waste their life eating burnt bread when they could be eating chocolate? Mello shoved Matt aside and approached the toaster.
"Out of the way jackass," he grunted.
Matt could've sworn he saw the appliance shrink a bit in fear at the sight of Mello's face.
"This is how you deal with things that don't cooperate with you." The ex-Mafia leader pulled a gun out from the front of his pants and promptly fired a few rounds into the toaster. The unfortunate kitchen appliance spat out a few weak sparks before collapsing in defeat.
Matt's jaw had fallen prey to the insidious forces of gravity as his mouth hung open. Mello calmly tucked the gun back into his pants before retreating to the lumpy sofa with a bar of dark chocolate in hand.
"What the hell was that?!" Matt shrieked, he had paid good money for that toaster. Even though they had had their disagreements that toaster was practically family. On second thought, perhaps that was taking it too far. One had to be truly insane to assume they had familial relations with a device that cooked bread. Though he did consider his DS to be part of his family, but that was completely unrelated.
Mello shrugged as he lay down with his beloved chocolate.
"Negotiation technique," he replied coolly as he bit into a little piece of 75% cacao heaven.
"N-n-negotiation t-t-t-technique?" Matt sputtered, " What the fuck kind of negotiation technique is that you asshole?"
"A good one."
"Like hell it's a good one you fucking bastard!"
The redhead sighed in defeat; it was no good arguing with Mello. You could never win and things always got messy in the end. He could still remember an unfortunate from Whammy's in which some poor sucker had proclaimed chocolate to be disgusting within hearing range of Mello. Fortunately, his testicle retrieval operation had gone rather well.
Matt sat down on the ground next to Mello and lit up a cigarette. He laid his head down on the edge of one dilapidated cushion and stared at the ceiling as he blew out clouds of grey smoke.
"God Mello, I hope you shoot yourself in the ass one day."
The blond boy took another bite of chocolate before smirking in the same manner Matt had the night before.
"Oh, I can think of something much better that you can shoot up my ass."
Matt blanched. He lifted his head to look at the other boy.
"And you call me a perv."
He shifted so not just his face but his entire body was facing Mello.
"Hey Mello, can I ask you a question?"
There was no response; Matt took this as a signal to continue.
"What suicidal maniac decided to give you a gun anyway?"
"Mafia."
"Didn't realize the Mafia gave their bitches guns now."
Mello sat up suddenly, eyes white with rage. Oh that son of a bitch was going to get it now. He pulled his gun back out and aimed right above Matt's head, intending to fire a warning shot. He pulled the trigger…
Nothing happened.
He pulled again
-click-
Shit, all the bullets had been wasted on that goddamn toaster. Mello growled as he tossed the gun aside before turning to face the red haired boy before him. He violently grabbed Matt's collar and forced him up, moving in close to snarl at him, "I am not the Mafia's fucking bitch. I own the fucking Mafia, got that?"
The leather-clad boy tossed the other aside before sitting back down with another bar of chocolate, this time milk chocolate.
Matt sat still for a moment in the spot where he had been thrown and then stood up and plopped himself down next to Mello and wrapped his arms around his friend's neck with a cheeky grin on his face. The blond fidgeted slightly under the goggled boy's embrace, uncomfortable with this sudden closeness. He considered pushing the other off him but he was rather enjoying the other boy's warmth after the initial discomfort wore off. However, all thoughts about warmth and good feelings were cut off by what Matt said next.
"Aw, Mell-Bell. Maybe you weren't the Mafia's bitch but you're always welcome to be my bitch."
What the hell? What was this jerk-off talking about now? Mihael Keehl was nobody's bitch! He'd have to teach him a lesson.
Mello shoved Matt roughly away from him so the gamer's torso was laying on the opposite end of the brown couch, his lower half draped against the side. Mello brought his hands to rest on either side of Matt's head, effectively trapping the shorter boy underneath him. Without warning and before Matt could protest, the blond brought his lips crashing down on the ones below him.
This'll show stupid ol' Matt. Mello may have been girly looking but he was one dominant motherfucker.
As the two broke apart from the heated kiss, Mello looked down with a satisfied smirk at the thin redhead beneath him. He relished the flustered look on Matt's face. The goggles that now sat crookedly over his eyes and the blush that was dominating his cheeks. The short ragged pants that escaped from his mouth as he looked at the androgynous boy above him.
"Poor naïve Matty. If anything, you're my bitch," Mello purred, flashing a set of white teeth at Matt before pulling him back in for another kiss.
This time the kiss lasted longer as the two boys' tongues battled it out, neither one refusing to yield, though in the end it was of course Mello who came out on top. Literally and figuratively speaking.
As they broke apart once again Mello grinned, savouring his victory over Matt. That is, until he heard the next words to come out of the flushed gamer's mouth.
"No, but seriously, where'd you get the gun from?"
A/N: Sigh, I don't think this one's as funny. Hope you enjoyed it anyway, remember to drop a review. Any kind of reader feedback is greatly appreciated and encourages me to sit my ass down and write.
