Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
A/N: Yeah, you should probably not get used to these fast updates, my classes start Monday. But for now, here is another chapter.
Chapter 2
When Mello had finished the petition and printed it out, they went out in search of their fellow TV-loving orphans. First, they arrived at Linda's room and knocked on the door. She answered it in her pajamas, as it was only eight o'clock.
"Oh no, what do you want?" She groaned as she saw who it was.
"Good morning, ma'am! How would you like to sign our petition for a new television in the playroom? Better entertainment, better lifestyle, better Wammy House." Mello said in his best politician voice. Linda stared blankly at them for a moment, as if trying to decide whether they were serious or not, then she took the petition and read it very, very carefully.
"Uh…sure, why not?" She said, and she signed with a flourish, dotting her 'I' with a little heart.
"Thank you for your contribution to our success!" Mello said cheerfully as he took the clipboard back. She gave him a worried look and closed the door.
"Well, that's one." Mello said to Matt as they walked to the next door. Mello looked so cute when he was carrying a clipboard, Matt thought. Actually he looked cute all the time.
"You try this time." Mello said, handing Matt the clipboard when they were facing the door.
"Oh…no, I don't think that would be a good idea…" Matt said. He was shy. And he didn't know whose room this was. But Mello gave him an exasperated look, and he could only obey, swallowing audibly as he raised his fist to knock on the door. A scary-looking older boy in boxer shorts opened the door.
"Uh…sign our petition?" Matt said, thrusting the clipboard into the boy's hands. They boy read it, nodding as he did so.
"A TV? Hells yeah!" He said as he signed. He handed the clipboard back and slammed the door shut.
"See? That wasn't so bad." Mello said, patting Matt on the back. Matt bit his lip to keep from smiling. They moved on to the next room, and its occupants signed as well. In fact, they would be hard pressed to find any kid who didn't want a TV.
Except for the one in the twelfth room. That room contained a terrifying and strange child named Samuel, but they didn't know that until it was too late. He answered the door fully dressed in a suit and tie.
"Hello, would you like to sign our petition?" Mello asked, handing the clipboard to the boy. He had gotten tired of giving the whole speech. Samuel read it carefully and then looked up at them with an expression of rage on his face.
"Television is the Devil's church and its shows are His sermons!" He exclaimed, hitting each of them on the head with the clipboard and throwing it at the wall behind them. He slammed the door.
Matt and Mello looked at each other with shock and fear, holding the tops of their heads, then Matt picked up the clipboard and they sprinted to the next room.
They were a little more cautious as they solicited signatures for the rest of the morning. But they needn't have been, as everyone else wanted a TV.
Except for Near, they assumed. They didn't ask him though. By the end of the morning, they thought they certainly had enough signatures, so they went to knock on the door to Roger's office to deliver the petition.
"Come in." They heard him say through the door. They went in and stood in front of his desk.
"Oh no, not you again." Roger said to Matt.
"Look, Roger, we made a petition! The people have spoken, and they want a TV." Matt said confidently.
"Yes. Listen to the people, Roger." Mello backed him up.
"Look how many signatures we got." Matt finished, placing the petition carefully on Roger's desk, facing him. The man read it slowly, and then looked over the signatures one by one. He sighed.
"Listen, I'll think about it, okay?" Roger finally said.
"As long as you get us a TV, it's okay." Mello said. Roger dismissed them with a hand gesture, and they left.
"Do you think he'll do it?" Mello asked when they were out in the hallway.
"Well, at least he didn't say no…" Matt replied tiredly. He had been woken up too early.
"I need a nap." He told Mello, and then set off in the direction of their room. When he got there, he climbed into bed and fell asleep almost instantly. And again he dreamed.
He was finally fighting Bowser at the end of a non-specific Mario Bros. game. It didn't matter which one, just that he was winning and Mello was cheering for him. Nobody else was there this time.
It was just the two of them. When Matt defeated Bowser, he set down his controller casually and turned to Mello, who was sitting beside him with a reverent look on his face.
"Matt, you're not just a hero in the game, you're my hero in real life." The blonde said softly.
"I know." Matt said in an unnaturally resonating hero-voice. This time when they leaned toward each other, he actually got his kiss. Mello wrapped his arms around Matt's neck and moved to straddle his lap.
Then, without breaking their kiss, Mello unzipped his own shiny leather vest and threw it off to the side. Matt ran his hands all over Mello's torso before trailing his fingers beneath the hem of Mello's leather pants. He then unbuttoned and unzipped said pants, and was about to tug them down…
"Matt, wake up! It's time for dinner." Mello said, shaking his shoulder. Matt groaned and rolled over.
"Though you might want to…take care of that first." Mello added with a smirk, glancing down toward Matt's crotch area. Matt glanced down, then sat up abruptly, cheeks flaming.
Mello left the room with a wave, closing the door behind him. Matt pressed his palms against his eyes and sighed. Being fourteen sucked. And now was not the time for this.
Okay, he just had to think of something really unattractive. Near usually did the trick. He thought of that pasty white skin and that old-person hair and soon he was ready to go to dinner.
When he left the room, he found that Mello hadn't waited for him. Not that he'd expected him to, but still. He went down to the cafeteria and stood in line for some food. It was some sort of pasta thing.
Then he went and found his and Mello's usual table and sat down. Mello was eating chocolate pudding and a chocolate brownie, and drinking chocolate milk.
"How come they let you get only desserts?" Matt asked. Mello shrugged. Perhaps they had gotten tired of the tantrums Mello threw whenever he was forced to eat things that weren't chocolate.
"So, did you have a nice nap?" Mello asked evilly. Matt blushed again.
"Yes, it was lovely. Thanks for asking." He replied coldly. Mello snickered. The rest of the meal passed in much the same way. Mello just couldn't let anything go, could he? Well, at least he didn't know that Matt's dream had been about him. Matt would never, ever live it down if Mello found out about his crush.
That evening, Matt sat at his computer and chronicled his dreams of Mello in his journal. Well, only part of it was a record of his actual dreams, as he had a tendency to add the things that he thought would have happened if he hadn't woken up.
It was about thirty pages long, single-spaced, on Word at this point; thirty pages of run-on sentences, artfully rendered in fourteen-year-old boy slang. It was glorious.
Mello was presently in the shower, which was down the hall, and that knowledge was the source of much inspiration for Matt as he wrote.
He saved the document and closed out of Word quickly when he heard footsteps coming down the hall, and a few seconds later, Mello came in. His hair was wet and he was wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Hi." Said Matt a little too loudly.
"Uh, hi." Mello responded, looking at the computer screen behind Matt to see what he'd been doing. There was nothing there.
"What are you doing at your computer?"
"Nothing." Matt said. His voice broke while he said it, and Mello laughed. How embarrassing. But at least it got Mello off his line of questioning. The blonde went to his dresser to get his pajamas, and Matt tried not to be obvious as he watched him walk.
Little droplets of water kept falling from his hair and sliding smoothly down his back, some of them disappearing beneath the towel. Matt took in a long, rattling breath before forcing himself to look away.
When he finally looked back, Mello was in his pajamas and was kneeling by his bed to pray. Mello often prayed before bed, being rather religious. Sometimes Matt joined him, getting down on his knees and praying to the Nintendo gods.
He had started doing that years ago, when he had first come to Wammy House and seen Mello pray. He was actually an atheist, but he hadn't wanted to point it out to Mello by just sitting there while the blonde prayed. He had wanted Mello to approve of him.
So he had invented the Nintendo gods as sort of an inside joke with himself, so that he could honestly tell Mello he was praying. But over time, after years of praying to them every couple of nights, he had come to the conclusion that they were real.
They were there, they cared about him, and they wanted him to be happy. And, of course, they wanted him and Mello to be together.
They were the ones who helped Matt be awesome at video games. They had given him this gift in order for him to win Mello's heart, he was sure of it. And he was not going to let them down.
As soon as Mello's praying was over, he climbed into his bed and immediately fell fast asleep. Matt was not so lucky. He shouldn't have taken such a long nap, because now he couldn't sleep.
He lay there in the dark, listening to the sound of Mello's breathing. When his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he turned to look at Mello across the gap between their beds. He creepily stared at Mello's sleeping face for a very long time before he finally fell asleep, well past midnight.
A/N: Review, it's fun and yet it also builds character!
