Disclaimer- Still don't own Death Note.

(A/N)- I had a lot of fun writing this, mainly because of Mello's temper and Matt's cigarettes. Sorry for the spelling errors and crap, the spellchecker is broken and I'm to lazy to read that far into it. Anyways, Enjoy!

I found over the course of the next few days, that Mello had a huge temper with the fuse the size of match stick. I remembered with a smirk the day Mello had requested chocolate bars from Roger.

Roger initially refused which was followed by large tantrum thrown by the blond. Roger's office (what I had seen of it) was a classified disaster zone.

Needless to say, Mello got his chocolate.

Or when I smoked for the first time in the bathroom. From my perspective it looked like he was having a panic attack/ seizure when I had first come out.

"You. Were. Smoking. In the bathroom?" He had hissed. I shrugged nonchalantly and fell onto my bed.

I took out the hidden DS and began tapping away at it, when the object was abruptly yanked from my fingertips. Did he really just-?

"What the fuck dude?" I growled. Then he threw it. Fucking threw the thing at the wall.

"Listen to me when I'm talking to you!" He shouted. I promptly popped him in the jaw. Don't fuck with my damn games. We will have issues!

He spun with the force of the hit and as he reached three-sixty in his turn, his foot shot out and connected with my gut.

"Shit!' I grunted as I made connection with the wall. He ran at me, aiming to hit my face, but I ducked sideways and his fist connected with the wall.

"fuck!" He cursed as his hand hit the wood with a thud. I smirked as he hopped from foot to foot holding his hand.

"Baka." I muttered. He immediately glared at me. Did he speak Japanese? It wasn't un-expected, not at this orphanage anyway.

"Shut the hell up." He snarled and tried to hit me again. I dodged and kicked him hard in the stomach.

"Vos es Tardus?" I questioned with a smirk. He actually snarled. I mean literally, like a fucking cat. So he understood the languages? Perhaps he just couldn't say them?

"Futue te ipsum!" He yelled. Well, that was bitter. He then stormed out of the room like a fucking three year old.

That was the last time I had spoken to Mello. But that doesn't mean I'm not watching him. Hell no! Something about Mello puts me on edge, as if he's going to kill me in my sleep. So I watch him like a mother would watch the child molester across the street.

(A/N)- "Baka" means stupid in Japanese"Vos es Tardus" means "Are you retarded?" In Latin. "Futue te ipsum" Means "Go fuck yourself." In Latin. Aren't they so kind to one another?

It was exactly a week after the game incident that I talked to Mello again.

My cigarettes were missing. I was not fucking happy. In fact, I think I saw red until I found them again.

"Mello!" I roared as I came upon him in the library. He looked up in shock and the smirked at the look of pure rage etched onto my face.

"Matt?" He countered. I slammed to a halt in front of him.

"Where are they?" I snarled. He smirked again. Bastard.

"Where's what Matt?" He asked, mock concern lacing his voice. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled his face close to mine.

"Where the fuck are my cigarettes?" I hissed. His eyes narrowed at the proximity of our faces. I didn't care. I wanted my fucking cigarettes. I was going into a serious nicotine withdrawal and if Mello knew what was best for that pretty little face of his, he would tell me where they were.

"The hell are you talking about." He asked raising his eyebrows but narrowing his eyes. It was an interesting facial expression, I noted on the side, and only he could pull it off.

But that didn't matter. What mattered was finding my cigarettes and getting nicotine into my lungs before I exploded in a flash of profanity and Mello-strangling.

"My cigarettes are missing! And you are the only one in this whole goddamn orphanage who even knows that I smoke! Where the fuck are they?" I demanded. He rolled his eyes.

"I didn't take your damn cigarettes. I've got better things to do." He said. I sighed and released him. Our interaction was causing many of the other children to look our way. Then again, I really didn't give a shit.

"Then who did?" I asked, desperation creeping into my now monotonous voice.

"I've got no fucking idea." He replied with a shrug. Great. Big help he was.

A steady flow of profanity streamed from my lips as I made my way back to the room. I didn't notice until I sat on the bed that the blond had been following me.

He slammed the door shut behind him (apparently that was something he just did.) and made his way over to the dresser where he kept his chocolate.

I watched him with undisguised loathing. Fucking bastard stole my fucking cigarettes. He better not even think about sleeping tonight.

I jumped on the inside as all of Mello's books came cascading from his arms. He began throwing all contents from the drawer. None of which, I realized, was chocolate.

He spun on his heel to face me. An accusing glare prominent on his features.

"What the hell did you do with my chocolate?" He demanded. I barked a laugh.

"What the fuck would I want with your chocolate? In case you haven't noticed, I'm a nicotine junkie. Not a cocoa." I replied smirking. He threw a book at me.

Let me repeat myself. He threw a fucking book at me

It hit the side of my head with a thump and I immediately felt slightly retarded. Why the hell didn't I dodge?

The lack of nicotine is worse than I thought.

"Are you mentally unstable?" I demanded, rubbing my head with a scow on m face. He said nothing and continued to glare at me. I heaved a huge sigh as I looked at him with an exasperated look.

"Seriously dude. How the hell did you get here? Your chocolate is missing. My cigarettes are gone. What the fuck do you think happened?" I demanded. A look of comprehension flashed over him and his mouth formed a neat 'O'.

He really shouldn't do that. What with his girly looks and all...ugh! Mental images! That was some nasty shit!

"So who took it?" He asked quietly. I snorted.

"How the fuck should I know? You know anybody who would wanna sabotage you?" I asked. He smirked and then nodded.

"A few. How about you?"

"More than a few." I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Well wasn't this just fucking lovely?

We sat in silence, each going through a list of possible suspects.

While I thought of all the fights I'd been in, all the girls I rejected, and anyone who had ever been in my room, Mello sprung to his feet.

"Rice." He stated simply. That was all it took and it clicked.

Of course! Rice hated Mello. And she was mad at me for accidentally (apparently the word is not in her vocabulary) bringing Mello with me to our table.

I met Mello's eyes briefly and then we were both out the door, running like madmen to the girls' floor two stories above us. I prayed silently that we didn't get caught, for that could get me into a shitload of trouble.

Damn Mello. Everything had been peaceful until he showed up. Calm, cool, and quiet.

Now my cigarettes were missing, a bump the size of Africa was growing on my head, my door was probably going to fall of the hinges because of all the slamming, and Roger was even wearier of me.

"You really suck, you know that right." I panted as we sprinted up he steps. He glanced back at me with a smirk.

"I've been told, yeah." And then there was more silence, filled by the sounds of our shoes pounding on the wooden steps.

We burst through the door and quickly went from 'panicked-sprint-upstairs-to-get-the-best-c's-on-the-planet!' mode to 'shut-the-hell-up-or-we'll-get-caught-and-won't-get-our-fix'-mode. It was almost laughable. Almost.

Mello took lead as we turned right into the nearest hallway. I glanced over his shoulder, and then realized I had no fucking idea where her room was.

Genius my ass.

"Mello?"

"Hm?"

"What room is she in?" Mello froze mid-stalk with my question. He whirled around to face me, eyes wide as fucking saucers.

"I thought you knew!" He hissed. I rolled my eyes.

"That's why you took lead right?"I whispered with a smirk. He snarled and then looked around frantically. I assumed he was looking for someone to ask where Rice's room is.

I looked down a different hallway to see Linda, sitting by the window and drawing. I rushed down the hall on my toes, as not get caught, towards her.

She glanced up as I halted, with effort, in front of her. I didn't even know effort was in my vocabulary. Or sprinting. I didn't know that was there either. Damn Mello.

"Matt? What're you doing here? What if Roger see's you?" She demanded, putting down the piece of charcoal she had been holding.

"Where's…Rice's…room?" I panted, hands on my knees. She sighed and pointed down the hallway to her right.

"Room 406."

"Thanks." I made to take off down the hallway, Mello following suit but Linda called me back.

"Oh and Matt?"

"Yes, Linda?"

"Don't rape her or anything." I gaped at her. Why would I want to rape Rice? Well, I guess I could see where she got that notion but…I didn't want to think about it.

"Yea. Right." I replied, and with that Mello and I were sprinting down the hallway in search of the magical number of 406.

Mello slammed on his brakes in front of me and I collided with him.

"What the fuck?" I questioned as we both pulled ourselves up from the floor.

"This is it, dumbass." He replied simply, and started banging on the door. I did a face-to-palm movement at his antics but didn't say anything.

After what felt like hours, Rice opened the door with a stormy look on her face. When she realized who it was, she grinned and attempted to shut the door.

I pushed Mello out of the way and shoved the door open. The lack of nicotine was seriously fucking me up. I need it and I need it now.

"Give them back Rice." I growled, stepping inside. She laughed lightly.

"What makes you think I have anything?" Mello snarled (what the hell was with his cat like noises? Was he catwoman? ….Oh shit that's disgusting. I fucking hate mental images.)

"Because you fucking hate me. Give me my goddamn chocolate!" Mello shouted. Rice laughed again. If she does it again I'm slapping first, asking questions later.

"Of course, of course. Well feel free to look around. But I don't have your shit." She purred and danced into the center of her room. Okay, she's officially creepy.

Mello immediately started tearing up the drawers and the bed, Rice smiling all the way. I glanced at her.

I realized she was wearing a rather large and thick jacket, which was odd because it was perfect temperature in the orphanage.

"Rice, would you mind taking you're jacket off?" I questioned softly with a small grin. Her smile faded and her eyes widened.

"Shit!" She whispered, and took off out the room. Godammit!

"Come on then!" I yelled at Mello, who was staring dumbstruck at the door, before taking off, him dangerously close behind me.

All I wanted were my fucking cigarettes.

(A/N)- When Matt says the 'two c's' he's talking about chocolate and cigarettes. Just thought I'd clear that up! Next chapter should be up within the next week. As always, reviews are lovely!