Separate from the first three.
WAFF-y, slight Mello/Matt if you squint. OOC-ish characters. A bit over-done, but whatevs.
"There Can Be Only One?"
Mello cracked an eye open at the sudden disturbance in the room. Matt had started to shuffle around in a cabinet, which was… unusual. He glanced over at the clock on top of the television, noting that it was now morning, and he had slept all night in an upright position on the couch. With a groan, he cracked his neck and attempted to stand. Only to be pushed back down by the crazed-looking gamer. "Merry Christmas, Mello!" Matt thrust a cheerfully-wrapped package into his face. Blue eyes blinked, and he took the present slowly. Mello removed the festive paper to reveal a small, non-descript box. He raised a brow to his friend. Said friend looked on excitedly.
He opened the box, extracting a rather plain-looking white coffee mug. That said "#1" in large, black letters. Mello looked at the redhead like he was an idiot. "Matt…" Later, the blonde would swear he saw Matt shaking like an ecstatic puppy—tail-wagging and all. "Yeah?" His eyes sparkled. Mello frowned. "I'm not 'number one.' Near—" he spat his name like it was poison in his mouth—"is 'number one.'" Matt's face fell a bit—grew softer. "I know. But… you're number one to me." Mello looked up at him, blinking slowly. He didn't know what to say. He looked hard at the mug, lips turning up at the corners. "Hm. Well… I guess that's one thing that Near'll never be." The blonde Mafioso stood, wrapping his arms around Matt. "Merry Christmas, Matt."
End.
Yeah! Merry Christmas people! Or happy Kwanzaa or Hanukkah or Solstice or whatever. Eh, do whatchya want. See ya at Easter!