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Forgive the lateness of this, I have been extremely busy, though I have had this part of the plot in my head since the beginning and couldn't wait to start working on it :)

I have recently started practising writing *ahem* yaoi with a certain fanfictioner and am getting used to it, so I can almost definatly say there will be lemony goodness at some point in this.

I am currently co-authorising a fic with the rather sexual author Moonlight and Music. It's a oneshot, I'm writing as Mello and herself as Matt. There will be a link to it on my profile when it is finished so keep your eyes peeled :)

I just realised how often I'm turning this into a miniblog

Thanks to all you very sexy guys who review me, much love :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Death note. Nor do I endorse drugs.

Mello.

I swear for the last three weeks I've done nothing but study and I still hadn't managed to top that fucker. I could feel what little patience I had draining from my body each time I saw his tuft of white hair. I just wanted to come first. Or get revenge, whichever came first. Though it didn't help that Matt kept getting ancy around me. If he asked me where I put his fucking ps3 controller one more time, I would strangle him with the goddamn cord. But I was not about to admit to him that I'd left the door unlocked and one of the smaller freaks grabbed the opportunity. Luckily I got back before Matt and managed to hide the completely chewed out wires and plastic. But if he didn't stop whining soon...boom.

I supposed I had become accustomed to his presence, almost expecting his googled person where ever I went. He had taken to stalking me. And failing. Is it still stalking if you can see them and know what they're doing? Maybe, I don't know. But still, everywhere I went he was there. Every corner, room and corridor. In some sense it was eerie, but I was kind of bummed if he didn't show himself. He had even started speaking more instead of grunts and random questions when he was gaming.

Not that it mattered. After all we both knew on some level he was being nice until I disposed of the pot which I had held onto. Let's call it insurance shall we? Nothing wrong with insurance, it saves lives. In my case it was making him acknoledge the almighty God that is Mello. Still I had to get rid of it someway or another. But I am not fucking smoking that shit, true I do things that are bad for me but there is a reason why I'm in a school or genius orphans. Keyword there, genius, just in case you're thick and skipped it.

Slipping my hand into my pocket, I pulled out the little plastic packet, tossing it between my hands. A small smirk spread across my face. Sometimes I love being smart. It gives you some kick ass ideas. Placing it back inside my pocket, I sauntered out of the room, almost bumping into a very game engrossed Matt.
"You should watch where you're walking." I reminded him.
"I was, you weren't about to hit me." He retorted, not even bothering to look up.
I rolled my eyes, sidestepping around him.
"Where're you of to?" He asked, looking up just long enough to see a smile Satan would be jealous of cross my lips.
"Kicthen."
"You know you ate all the chocolate yesterday right?" I scowled. Yes I knew, no need to fucking remind me that I was chocolateless. Bastard.
"I want to go cook something." I said, folding my arms across my chest with an aggitated sigh.
"You? Cook? This I've got to see." He grinned, saving his game and shoving the console into his back pocket. As if his jeans weren't tight enough.
"Shut up."

He stuck to me like glue until we reached the bottom floor. The maids were off duty so sneaking into the kitchen eas easy enough. Locating a cookbook wasn't. Seriously if you're going to stack books one on top of each other in a kitchen it would make sense to have them relevant to the room they're in. A book about geology should not be in the kitchen. Finally finding one, I pried it open, scanning the recipes until I found the one I wanted. Matt peered over my shoulder.
"You're making cookies?"
"Well...you know I wanted to get rid of that weed?"
He nodded, a look of confusion on his face.
"I decided to make Near something yummy." I told him with a smirk. Pulling out the ingrediants from the fridge, I counted them all out. Near would dread the day he became number one.

Sidenote:

Fanfiction is recently being *Insert favourite curseword here* to me, it sometimes refuses to upload my documents even though they are not differant to anything else I've written. *Sigh* So if updates become less frequant, you know that I have thrown my laptop out of the window in frustration. Happy reading :)