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It was 2 am. The blonde got out of bed, yawning. He changed out of yesterday's clothes and put on some shorts and a teeshirt. Although it would probably be another four hours until anybody else was up, he hid some guns on his person and went down to Matt's room.

Matt was asleep with an X-Box controller in his hand. He poked him in the face a few times, then decided it was useless and moved on to Near's room. Near was asleep too. Lego pieces and Transformers were littered across the floor.

"Yo."

No reaction.

"Wake up."

Why was he even waking up Near? The blonde laughed, and went to explore the rest of the building. He came into a series of rooms that could've been a house.

"Wow."

He explored the rooms, and came to a locked door. He pulled out a paperclip and screwed up the lock until it clicked open. He opened the door and walked into a bathroom. The lights were on, and the shower was on. But there was nobody in there.

"The hell?"

He went into another room, where the girl who had thought he was a girl was sleeping. Mello looked at her. She wasn't actually that pretty, he thought, so he left.

He came to a kitchen.

A kitchen.

With food.

Chocolate was food, or so he thought...

!

Ahem.

There was no evil laugh. He pulled a flashlight off the refrigerator, and a calendar fell off with it.

"Fuck."

"Huh?"

"Shit."

Mello heard the voice. Soichiro's voice, to be specific. He knew it probably wouldn't be a good thing if he got caught, so he picked up the calendar and started to put it back on.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Yagami-san?"

"Mello..."

"I was looking for L?"

It wasn't a total lie. Once he found L he would probably just stay there.

"You should be in bed."

"Yeah, well-"

"Just go."

Mello left. He went up the elevator to one of the top floors. He walked into a living room.

"A pool table..." He mused, picking up a stick. He set up all the pool balls on the table. He removed the triangle, and hit the cue. It bounced expertly off the balls, with most of them going into the holes.

Except for three.

The cue, the three, and the nine.

He sighed and put the stick down.

He walked into the kitchen, certain that whoever's kitchen it was would have chocolate. He opened a drawer, but it was full of plates. No... He opened a cupboard, and...

CRASH!

BANG!

"Whas'sa gon'non?"

Mello leaned back, and felt blood on the ground. Blood? What? And what was with the broken glass and the smoke? He looked down, and saw a wound on his thigh. A bullet wound.

He gasped. "Aah. Aagh! Aagh!"

"Mel'o? Wha' y' doon'ar?"

Matsuda wiped sleep out of his eyes and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Why is there blood on the floor? Mello, shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Ah... Ah.. I... Ahhgh! He-help!"

"Uh..."

"I-I accidentally sh-shot m-myself-ah..."

"Ooh..."

"Help, you dumbass!"

"Right!" Matsuda picked Mello up, bridal style, and ran to the elevator. "I think that there's an infirmary here, because of that time when L made Light drop a knife on himself..."

Mello laughed.

"Totally deserved it..."

"What? M-mello, Light's a model student, and he's been a huge help in this investigation. I don't get-"

Mello shoved part of his gun in the police officer's mouth. "Shut up and heal me."


About an hour later, Mello and Matsuda went different ways. Matsuda went upstairs, Mello went downstairs.

"L?"

The pre-pubescent genius stepped into the main room of the headquarters. L was bent over the computer, and Light was drinking a cup of coffee.

"Um, what the hell is-"

"Yeah, he actually does sleep. Surprises me too." Light sighed.

"Don't you sleep?"

"Yeah, but I didn't feel tired tonight."

"Oh."

Mello sat down in a chair next to Light, but didn't neglect to glare at the college student. Light chuckled and put his hands up.

"Gonna shoot me?"

"Why would I waste bullets on you?" Mello hissed.

"Don't wanna wake up Ryuuzaki, huh?"

"Hmmph."

Light turned back to the computer, clicking absentmindedly.

"What happened to your leg?"

Mello turned away. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Why not?"

"Look, I accidentally shot myself and had to have Matsuda get the bullet out. There. Happy?"

Light's expression was that of horror and concern.

"You poor child! You let Matsuda operate on you? You- I'm so sorry..."

"Why?"

"Frankly, Matsuda's an idiot."

"I thought so."

The two of them somehow managed to make friendly conversation until L woke up. Then they went back to animosity mode. Thank god.


"Hey Mello, what happened to your leg?"

It was a normal lunchtime at the headquarters. Or, semi-normal. As normal as you could get with four geniuses, an idiot, three normal people, a slut, and some college student. Yeah, that's not really normal. But you get what I mean. Normal for them. Matt was sitting with a playstation controller, and poking the bandages on Mello's leg.

"Quit poking it."

"Are you just jealous I get to play my Atari and you don't?" Matt grinned.

"Why would I be jealous of your stupid games?" Mello snapped.

"Be nice." Light muttered. Mello glared at him.

"I held up guns to several different people and ate chocolate at the same time. You really think I can't hurt you?" He bit into his chocolate, took a bite of chocolate, and pulled out 14 of his guns and pointed them all at Light. Then he took out a machine gun and pointed it at Soichiro.

"Why are you pointing a gun at me?"

"For conceiving him."

"Mello. Put the guns down. How the hell are you even holding them?" Aizawa asked, grabbing the guns out of the kid's hands.

"Bitch, please."


The plot... nothing happens with the plot, actually!

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