A/N: Sorry again for the chapters being so short. You can blame my best friend Kert this time he... distracted me.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Death Note or any of it's characters.
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Matt's POV
I tried to be as cool, as normal, as possible when I returned to home base. I exchanged meaningless banter with Beyond Birthday while passing a joint, I hacked computers like a boss, I smoked and wore stripes, played video games on the job, everything a good little Matt does.
Except talk to Mello. The bright, shining star of my existance. The object of all my fantasies. Even the ones I wished he'd but out of.
My avoiding Mello did not go unnoticed by BB, who called a team meeting to discuss my sudden aversion to Mello. Mello, who, as always, arrived late to said meeting missed my admission of killing him in my dream.
"That makes me worried," BB stated. "We can't have out techie out to kill one of our fielders."
"I'm not out to kill him! I care too much about him to do that. This is killing me. I hate myself for the stupid dream."
"So. What are we talking about?" Mello stuck his head in the door. "I'm sorry I'm late, but I had a bit of a fiasco this morning."
"Come in, Mello," L said. "Sit down."
"I'd prefer to stand here, if you don't mind."
"Mello, come sit."
Unable to disobey direct orders from both the head of field and office, Mello walked in and sat down.
I averted my gaze and Mello snapped at me, "What? Too much for you Mattie?"
"Oh, look at the time, I'm gonna be late! I'll video chat you from the plane. Chou!" I ducked out the door, a fierce blush decorating my cheeks.
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Again, SO sorry for the unacceptable shortness of my chapters. Next chapter will be longer and in Mello's POV. Reviews are always welcomed with open arms.