A/N: Uh... No comment except that I was half asleep when i wrote this and honestly I didn't intend on Mello being naked but it just... well, just read it, there's nothing graphic unless you let your pervy little imaginations go there.

Disclaimer: DERP.

Charries: Matt and Mello


2. Hug A Ginger Day (Also November 19th)

Matt absolutely hated this holiday. Hated it to no end, for some obvious reasons. First off, he was somehow the only ginger in Wammys, or at least the only one anyone ever cared to notice the existence of. Second, he hated hugs – in fact, he hated contact in general from everyone except for Mello. So getting chased down the halls by orphans screaming "HUG A GINGER DAY, GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE GINGER-BOY!" wasn't exactly appealing to say the least…

It was the year previous to his thirteenth year (his twelfth) that he decided to just lock himself in his room from then on on this day. It was also, coincidentally, the day that Mello decided to participate – a large group of boys at the orphanage devised a way to chart how many hugs they could get, had made it into a contest of sorts. And everyone knew that Mello loved to win… and he also just happened to have his own personal ginger at his disposal.

This resulted in Matt being chased down the hall by not only a bunch of annoying children but Mello himself. The bad thing was, though Matt was faster than he looked and could outrun all the children if he wanted to (even Mello) he tired after a while and Mello knew all his hiding spots. And when he found him, it wasn't exactly quiet – it usually resulted in Mello glomping him and yelling "STOP RUNNING AWAY, TWAT! Oh, and POINT FOR ME!" and Matt shrieking "GET OFF, GET OFF, YOUR HAND IS ON MY GROIN!" or something along those lines – which would of course alert every participating child in the orphanage to go chasing after him again, thus recycling the process. Matt hated it – hated it – because there was always those few people that did catch him after class, and he couldn't avoid them in class because he had to stay in the room. He hated it.

Hated it.

Hated it.

Luckily, he had come to the resolution that he would simply lock himself in his room for the day. And so, grinning ear to ear, Matt crossed slammed the door shut and locked the door, throwing the key to the ground and ignoring the way it skidded under the bed. He could get it when he felt like leaving the room (it wouldn't unlock without the key, so really he was locked in too) which he knew wouldn't be for a while. Or at least, he didn't think he would want to leave soon…

That is, until Mello strolled out of the bathroom with a confused look on his face, wearing only a towel and a droopy look on his face. "Matty, why'd you lock the door?"

Matt immediately flushed, spinning to stare incredulously at Mello. Why was he still there? He always left early, so he had assumed… seeing the look on Matt's face, Mello grinned at him, popping one hip and raising the opposite eyebrow with an amused grin. "Matt, you dumbass – Roger called off class today."

"Oh, right… I knew that," Matt lied nervously, trying to avoid looking anywhere but Mello's face – difficult, since Mello was only in a towel and, oh yeah, Matt was completely gay. After a few seconds of staring at him, he dared the question, "Uh, why exactly…?"

Mello seemed to blank out for a second, causing a lapse in the conversation as well as the towel to drop slightly (making it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes up) until Mello's face finally lit up. "Oh! Right! Hug a Ginger day!"

Great. He remembers. Nice job, Matt, Matt scolded himself as Mello eyed him, blue eyes glittering with mischief as well as curiosity. "So is… that why you locked the door?" Mello inquired, innocence lacing his voice.

This "innocence" proved that Mello was up to no good, because there was never innocence in his voice unless he put it there to trip him up. Matt swallowed hard.

"Uh… yeah."

"To… keep everyone else out."

"Yeah! You know I hate people…"

Now, Mello's eyes narrow. "But you thought I was outside."

Matt stopped cold at the wicked look on Mello's face, struggling against himself to stop from taking a step back since that would only provoke the blonde. Was he forgetting he was walking around, dripping wet, in only a towel? Matt swallowed hard again. "Uh, I um… I would have let you in…"

Mello grinned so wide and wicked it might make the Cheshire Cat green with jealousy. "Oh really now? Why's the key under the bed if you were so ready to let me back in, hmm?"

Matt fell silent and blushed, biting his lip, for he had no response to that question. Before he could conjure up any excuse or even attempt to change the topic Mello suddenly pounced on him, throwing him into a tight, constricting hug around the waist, face buried into his chest immediately. Matt froze, blushing with surprise at the sudden contact (at least he wasn't being violent…?). This blush went from pink to red as he realized Mello had stopped holding up the towel behind in favor of using both arms to hug him with, so the only thing holding the fabric up was his own legs against Mello's.

"Uhm… Mel…" Matt croaked, feeling the blush had to be reaching even his ears.

Mello giggled against his shirt, peering up at the ridged Matt, of whom was obviously trying (in vain) not to look at nor move further against Mello's naked body. "You can't get away from me that easily, Matty," he purred, rubbing his nose against Matt's neck. The redhead's blush grew deeper. "But... did you really want to?"

"N-n-nah, I love you too much f-for that," Matt replied simply – he found it would be pointless to lie to the blonde, since it would only keep him clinging there longer. No, he did most certainly not want him gone. This answer drew a giant grin to Mello's features now and, much to Matt's complete embarrassment as well as surprise, the blonde reached around his neck and kissed him on the ear.

"Happy Hug a Ginger Day," Mello mumbled against his ear, followed by an almost cruel chuckle as he pulled Matt into another tighter, clingier hug in complete ignorance of actual clothing.

The redhead shivered and, unable to really control himself any longer, wrapped his arms around Mello and returned the hug, a grin spreading across his face because he couldn't help himself.

Matt absolutely loved this holiday.

A/N: Dumb, I know, but the idea came to me and it wouldn't leave me alone D: this one came up a lot at school today too… XDD poor Callie, she was our only ginger friend. It was also apparently Hug a Mormon day, in which case I hugged a lot of Mormons at my school but couldn't find a way to incorporate it into death note so I won't. Hopefully some more interesting holidays will come up for me to write about! :D so, i have to ask... any gingers out there for me to virtu-glomp?