If I owned Death Note, L, Matt, and Mello would still be alive. Are they? I didn't think so, therefore Death Note is not mine.


"Why do you fuck every single thing up?!" Mello screamed, his eyes narrowing. His tone of voice expressed hate and venom to a certain extreme. So the screw up by the redhead the previous week had landed them in Japan... so what? True, they hadn't exactly had the money to fly to the other side of the world, but hey, they could visit Germany some time now that they were in Asia!

"Goddammit, Mello! It's been a fucking week since I've done anything wrong! I don't fuck up unless I'm working for you because your shit is too easy for me to pay attention to! It gets boring! At least I haven't fucked up my entire life by being second to some fucking albino kid who still thinks he's six!"

Matt regretted saying the last sentence as soon as it rolled off his tongue. Mello blinked, causing Matt to step back. The blonde's face filled with more anger at the comment, and the gamer stepped back again, anticipating a hard punch to his gut.

A fist collided with his nose, and he heard a sickening noise as it broke. Matt muttered a string of curse words under his breath as he tried to reposition his nose, biting his bottom lip when the pain stung. He stalked into the kitchen, finding only masking tap to put on his nose. More curse words fell from his lips as the blood from his nose fell into his mouth, mixing with the blood that started to fall from his bitten bottom lip.

"Fuck you, Mello." the redhead hissed once he exited the kitchen, glaring at the male sitting in one of the chairs in the living room. Mello looked up at him, a piece of chocolate in between his lips. He smirked, standing up.

"You can't fix a broken nose with masking tape, you idiot." the blonde said, his voice sounding as if he was suppressing laughter.

Matt blinked, cocking his head slightly to the right, and punched Mello's stomach with as much strength as he could gather despite the pain on his face. Mello curled in reflexively, and Matt could hear his breathing come out in short gasps.

"What... the... fucking... hell... Matt?" he coughed out, glaring up at him.

"Once is once." the redhead smirked, shine in his green eyes. True, this was probably going to result in a gunshot through his temple while he was sleeping tonight, but that was the least of his worries.

After a while, both boys were sitting down on opposite sides of the room. One was eating chocolate and looking at the other, and the other was studying the laptop screen.

Matt blinked, scrolling through the lists of fanfictions. He'd read a few, and they confused him more than anything else. He sighed, placing his elbow on the coffee table and resting his chin in his hands.

How odd that the two boys could act like their nose wasn't broken and that they weren't having trouble breathing.

A sigh fell from the redhead's lips and into the air as he lazily continued scrolling through the fanfictions. Most of these were angst-driven things about Light Yagami – whoever the fuck that was – and L. True, he hadn't read anything regarding those two, but who wanted angst when your cartilage was shattered?

After what seemed like an eternity of searching through the site's database, he brought the trackpad's little arrow cursor pixel thing, which is what Mello's lack of knowledge with technology led him to call it and the redhead just found that so damn amusing, to a link that read 'Restart' and clicked on it.

Reading through the "fictional" story, it looked like his green eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets; he was staring at the screen terribly wide-eyed.

Poor Matt. He was probably going to die of a high blood pressure induced heart attack one of these days.

In a few minutes he was finished reading all the words on the screen, it felt like his heart was going to pound out of his chest, not because the story was about him and his best friend but because said best friend died because of Kira. He shot a worried glance at Mello, who had been studying him the entire time while going through five packs of funsized Hershy bars.

"What, Matt?" Mello's deep voice hit Matt's eardrums, but they didn't register in his brain. Matt was too concerned with what he'd just read.

"MELLO! YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE!" his voice came out louder than he meant it too, and it went up several octaves as he fell off of the chair.

"All I did was break your nose. I think you shattered a rib of mine." the blonde hissed, biting into another Hershy bar.

The redhead shook his head vigorously. "No not that! You're going to die by Kira! Apparently I'm supposed to die too because I hate wearing bulletproof vests and... and.. and.. MELLO WE'RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE! OR YOU ARE AT THE VERY LEAST!"

"What are you talking about?

"THIS! READ THIS!"

Matt all but tossed the laptop across the room.

He watched as his roommate read the fan "fiction" and then a thought hit him like a speeding bullet, with no pun intended.

He hadn't told Mello what fanfiction was or how he had been reading it. Not the brightest bulb in the box when he was having a panic attack, obviously.

"..what the fucking hell is this shit, Matt?" Mello's voice startled him, but Matt stood up anyway and went over to where his precious laptop was.

"It's called fanfiction. People all around the world write stories about... things... and post it on here." Matt's chest was rising and falling heavily as he tried to gain his steady breathing pace once more. He trailed into a speech about how he found lots of things on Mello and Matt, themselves.

"How the fuck did they get our names?"

"Beats me."

"...so... I die by Kira? Kidnapping some woman?"

"If this shit is true."

"Which it isn't."

"I hope not."

"Get your head out of the fucking clouds, Mail. I have no fucking clue about how about a hundred trillion people know our names and faces and what the fuck else about us, but there's no way I'm dying because of Kira. I'm not going to lose my life for that bastard doing some stupid shit like kidnapping his spokesperson. And anyway, Demegawa is the bastard's tool right now, now some lady."

"Dammit, Mello, I know that! I'm not going to get myself gunned down! I'm not wearing a bulletproof vest, either. Nor am I dying my hair dark brown and getting a red and black striped shirt either!"

"Then it's settled."

"What is?" Matt's tone of voice indicated confusion. Where did this conversation turn to?

"We aren't gay with each other." Mello smirked again.

"When the fuck were we talking about that?" The redhead couldn't stop a blush that started to faintly appear on his cheeks.

"Why the fuck have you muttered stuff about it in your sleep?" Mello retorted, smirk gone and replaced with a frown and narrowed eyes.

"Uhm.. reading... it...?" Matt stammered, the blush deepening.

"Well stop, Matt. This fake shit is going to mess with your head. Remember, we're capturing Kira's head and going to make Near be number three and we'll be numbers one and two. Keep your fucking sanity."

Matt could only nod as Mello pressed the off button on the computer. The gamer headed for the door. He needed more cigarettes since he'd run out of them the previous day and forgot to go buy more.

"Oh, and while your gone, pick up my chocolate. These fucking things are too small." he heard Mello's demand right before he shut the door.

Would it really be so bad if Mello died during that stunt if it really happened to the two? He contemplated the thought for a moment outside the apartment door. In a few minutes, he thought of his answer.

Yes. Yes it would be bad if Mello died if that happened. Matt couldn't think of doing anything without him and his bossiness and his girly appearance and bad eating habits.

Love was getting on his nerves lately, almost as bad as fanfiction.


I'm sorry for the semi-slow update, you guys. School started and that eats up a lot of my time, so don't expect updates until the weekends, okay? I might make new oneshots, but chapters for this eat up my muse and require a hell of a lot of it, too. Plus, I'm half asleep right now because I slept all fucking day today. No joke.

As usual, you may give me links to fanfiction and youtube cosplayers. However, I do have a plan for ones where Matt has his death scenes and Mello as well. I know exactly what I'm doing with those. Bare with me pleaseeee if you don't see your fanfic here yet. I'm planning on using every single one that is requested... unless I get like.. fifty of them. /

Fanfiction: Restart by Amaya the Winged Fox.

Anyway, read and review and such.