"Attention, passengers, we are approaching our destination in sunny Florida. Please stay seated until we land, and then you may collect your belongings!"
Matt glanced up from the DS he was playing and looked over at Mello. The blonde was currently asleep, curled in a tight ball, looking rather peaceful, which was quite amusing. Mello normally looked so energized and full of emotion. The redhead saved his game and shoved it in his pocket.
"Hey, Mello, wake up," Matt nudged Mello, poking him in the side. "We're here!"
Mello blinked and looked over at Matt. The gamer's eyes were round and there were slight bags under his eyes.
"You didn't get a wink of sleep, little game addicted, did you?" Mello grunted, chuckling. He stretched, arching his back, rolled his head around and yawned.
"Nope!" Matt said, grinning foolishly. "I had to beat that boss! Do you know how hard it is to beat someone with only fire attacks when your opponent is using water? It sucks, let me tell you! Anyway, wake up, the flight attendant person said we should be arriving in Florida soon…"
"Ha, like staying up till morning beating a pixel person is any excu- Wait, what?" Mello snapped, turning toward Matt, blonde hair swaying.
Matt only looked at Mello, confused.
"Did you just say…F-Florida…?" Mello hissed, eyes narrowed and poison dripping off of his words.
"…Yeah, why…?" Matt asked, clearly confused.
"You baka! Do you have any idea where the Hershey's Chocolate Factory is?" Mello roared eyes on fire, teeth bared into fangs.
"Umm…Florida?" Matt replied, grinning sheepishly and shrugging.
"No! Dammit! Dammit all to hell! Matt…" Mello hissed, slamming his clenched fists on the armrest.
"Y-yes, Mells?" Matt answered, shrinking under Mello's wrath.
"Haven't we had this discussion before?" Mello hissed.
"Y-yes…?"
"So where is it?"
"P-Pennsylvania."
"Excellent. Now be a good little boy and go up the front and tell them we got the wrong flight. Now, Matt!" Mello yelled, shoving the redhead out of his seat and into the aisle.
Meanwhile, the fluffy albino was asleep. Or, at least, trying to. He heard the whole conversation, and now he was trying desperately hard not to strangle himself. Near hated going outside, and now he was being dragged to go to Florida, the sunniest and most painfully cheerful place ever?
Oh joy!
Near looked over at the now fuming Mello and blinked, trying to find a way to explain to him that getting tickets to change flight paths would be virtually impossible. It was summertime in Florida and it seemed that everyone flocked to Florida. Suddenly, Matt appeared, looking quite bothered. The redhead was muttering something under his breath while twiddling his fingers nervously.
Matt walked past Near (both legs were on his seat, sitting almost like L, in a way) and plopped himself on the window seat. He turned toward Mello, face red as a tomato, and spoke.
"Umm, Mello, we kinda have a, um, slight, uh, problem, I should say…yeah. The lady said, um, that, uh…We'll have to buy those 'return home' tickets, and they cost a lot more than we currently have. So, uh, um, she said…ugh, I'll just spit it out."
"Yes, please do." Mello glared at Matt, making him shrink again under his death glare, arms crossed over his leather-clad body.
"The flight path to Pennsylvania is full of storms. Flights are canceled, and there is no way to get there unless we wait for the flights to open up. It's cheaper than going all across America and catching different flights or buying return home tickets…" Matt explained, and glanced at Mello to see his reaction, slightly shaking.
Instead of bursting into flames of fury and blowing the whole place up, like Matt and Near had expected, Mello stayed perfectly calm, arms still crossed. He looked away, staring at nothing in particular, and nodded.
Matt and Near glanced at each other, wondering if either of them had secretly drugged Mello while he was sleeping.
"What?" Mello asked, catching their looks and frowned.
"Well, Mello, it's just…" Matt started, but Near cut him off.
"Mello, seeing as how you were so intent to see a silly factory where chocolate is made that you forced us two along on this ridiculous journey as well, this seems like it would anger you a lot. And the fact that we cannot go home either seems very misfortunate as well. We would like to know why you aren't blowing things up and swearing at everyone who gets in your way and blowing them up as well, because this is slightly unnerving, and quite a bit different from your personality. Please explain to us why you aren't blowing anything up." Near asked, twirling his white hair in his pale fingers.
Mello just stared at the albino for a few moments…and then shrugged.
"So, we've hit a small bump in our plans, big deal! It's Florida, we disserve a vacation. Why do we always have to follow rules and a set course? We get enough of that at Wammy's with Roger. It'd be nice to relax for awhile, is all. Is that so much to ask?" Mello replied simply, throwing out his right hand in a dramatic flourish.
Matt looked at the blonde with all seriousness. "Babes in bikinis?" He asked simply.
Mello swung around to look at his best friend, an evil grin only Mello could produce on his face. He laughed like the devil himself and replied, "Of course!"
The redhead sighed and shook his head, chuckling, "Ah, Mello, when will you ever learn? Didn't that kiss we shared have any effe-" But he was cut short by Mello.
"As a line, dammit!" He snapped, baring his fangs at the gamer.
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They stepped off of the plane to meet the blindingly hot sun.
Near flinched. Since when was the sun this bright? The last time he saw the sun, it had never been this…oh wait…When was the last time he saw the sun? Near shook his head, knowing full well the only one out of the three of them that dared venture outside was Mello, who was currently basking in its warmth.
Meanwhile, Matt was just standing there, looking dazed and confused, and muttering strange words under his breath. He was shaking slightly, and he took a finger and pulled at his shirt collar. Why was it so hot out here, in this…this…strange world? Matt couldn't comprehend it at all. Did any of his game men show fear at being in reality? No, they were pixels; they couldn't feel things or have emotions. Besides, when did reality make sense anyway? Matt chuckled and shook his head, lost in thoughts of Halo and World of Warcraft, which made perfect sense.
"Here we are, boys! Bright and sunny Florida, home of…Sunshine! Haha! So, where should we go first, the beach? Maybe we should get our hotel room and then hit the beach?" Mello asked the two of them, putting his arm around Matt, who further thought Mello's line was getting curvier and curvier.
"Mello, you have no bathing suit. Do you plan to go in nude?" Matt asked, then, regretting already asking that to a now evil-looking Mello with an evil-looking grin on his face, he hurriedly finished, "No, no you're not. I refuse it, and we don't want to get arrested. I heard these passengers talking about a 'Long-John Surf Shop'…?"
Near rolled his eyes. "Ron John, Matt." He filled him in, knowing Matt was probably putting more attention into his video games than hearing gossip in the middle of the night.
"Ah…yeah, that's the one!" Matt exclaimed, raising his arm and pointing toward the sky.
"Off we go, then, lads! To the hotel, then Long-John Surf Shop!" Mello grinned, leading them through the airport and back outside again to rent a taxi cab.
"Ron-Jo-Oh, forget it…" Near sighed, being dragged along by Matt and Mello. 'Why me?'
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"The Palms: Hotel & Spa? Mello, since when have you ever went a spa?" Matt asked, locking the door behind them as they entered their hotel room.
"It's called a vacation, darling, you simply must get pampered! Besides, I want to look fabulous when we finally arrive at the beach!" Mello spoke in a fancy British accent, flopping himself onto the bed while Near quietly sat down on a chair, hoisted his leg up, and started curling his white hair in his pale fingers.
"I really think we should call L…" Near spoke after a few moments of nothing. Well, Matt was laughing in the background and saying something about Mello being more like a seriously curved line than a straight line, but still.
Silence. Even Matt stopped laughing for a few seconds. Then…
"You wouldn't dare!" Mello hissed at the albino. "We would get in so much trouble ("Like we aren't already." Matt whispered.) and I know he'll force us back home to Wammy's! If Roger hasn't called me on my cell phone yet, then I guess were perfectly fine! Besides, we seriously disserve a vacation! I hate being cooped up at Wammy's! It's so boring there, sitting around while L risks his life for the Kira case!"
"Mello, you kinda contradicted yourself there. L is risking his life in the Kira case while we mess around aimlessly in Florida? Yeah, Florida is just so much more dangerous than Kira." Matt replied sarcastically.
"Shut it, Matt. You know we disserve this vacation!" Mello snapped, crossing his arms over his chest, and pretended to pout.
"Epic pouting maneuver, Mells. Anyway, bickering won't get us anywhere. Let's just get dressed and put away our stuff. I'm sure we're gonna be here for a while. We might as well make this our home away from home and relax for a little bit, alright? Near…?" Matt sighed, glancing over at the albino, who was currently not paying any attention to anyone anymore.
His current attention was fixed at the window, his face pulled in an ever-so-slightly frown, which was quite an accomplishment for the emotionless and expressionless albino boy. 'Why…why me? What did I ever do to disserve this?' He thought and then snapped back into attention from his squabbling and pouting mood.
"Sure, fine…whatever. I just want to have done with this place and Pennsylvania and go back home, and then I can start putting my plan into action…Mello." Near replied simply, flicking a glance at the blonde, who shrieked and covered his face with his hands.
Matt blinked, eyes wide. That was probably the only time ever that Mello showed fear in what Near had said. What was so deadly that Near had concocted that would scare Mello like this?
The redhead sighed again, raising his right hand up to his cheek and closing his eyes for a few seconds. After counting to 10, he opened his eyes again to see that Mello had scooted to the far end of the bed, as far away as he could get from Near without getting off the bed and taking his eyes off of the albino.
"I still see your suitcases on the floor. Anyone care to start putting things away?"
"Like you're doing anything, a-asswhipe," Stuttered Mello, still glancing at Near and managing to look at Matt through the corner of his eyes at the same time. "But fine, whatever, just…keep that…that freaky twit away from me."
Mello hopped off the bed and ripped open his black and leather suitcase that was much bigger than Matt's or Near's suitcases. Matt immediately found out why his was so large.
"Hold all your makeup in there or something, Mello?" Matt asked, chuckling.
"Shut up! I just have my black nail polish, my black mascara, my leather, some gloves, some leather jackets in case it was cold in Pennsylvania, oh and then let's not forget my washing products, like my shampoo and conditioner!" Mello replied, rummaging around his suitcase and looking happy to see his things were in order.
"I knew it. This has officially proved your-" Matt burst into laughter only to be cut short by Mello.
"As. A. Line, Dammit!"
(A/N: Yay! Another chapter! And it's actually long! Is it the end of the world? It must be. Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this one. Plot twist! Was this okay? I wasn't sure about whether or not to do this, but in the end, I had some things in mind for them and I wanted the story to be longer than them just going to the factory and leaving. Boring! Right? Alas, there seems to be only a few a few Yu-Gi-Oh! The Abridged Series quotes this time. Horrible, considering Season 3 started on Wednesday…But if you squint, you'll find a few references! Anyway, please comment! I worked hard on this chapter!)
