9shadowcat9; I hate writers block. - -' I am so sorry for the (long, Long, LONG) wait.

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Light sat in his room turning the mirror L had given him while they were in the hospital in boredom. I wish BB would give me stuff... I wish my boyfriend would leave his room. We all have problems Kira. I'm single and happy. o^^o Lucky for some... Light looked at the clock that read 7 am. Bubbles should come soon. Something crashed outside and they looked out to see Matsuda legging it out the gate with a bag. Matsuda escaped again.I won the bet with Near! :D I'm surprised he stayed this long myself. Is Mello up yet? They listened and heard nothing. Nope. Well, he's in trouble. There's Bubbles now. I'll wake him up… Light sighed getting out of bed. He blinked hearing Mello start screaming at something.

"But the awesome Bubbles is here!" Matt said outside their door as he ran past away from Mello's fury.

Well, that's sorted. Mello stormed in and looked out their window, his normally perfect blonde hair ruined with knots from sleeping. Pft… Raito hid his laughter as he rolled around Light's mind clutching his ribs. Kira wasn't even hiding his amusement at Mello's appearance. "Damn it." Mello cursed. "Kira, can't you get rid of him?"

"I could… but L made me promise to stop killing." Kira shrugged smirking. But you DON'T listen to L! He doesn't know that. :3 True, true. Light screamed in anger at being turned on by his own mind.

"You think you have issues? THE MAFIA WANTS ME AS THEIR LEADER!" Mello screeched as Light muttered about his own problems instead of Mello's. Light had the decency to look sheepish at Mello's fury. Someone rang the door bell. "GET RID OF HIM!"

"Can't, you need to get to your job." Kira said smirking evilly. Little brat insult him would he? Uh… Why do I get the feeling I know what you're going to do? Cause you know me to well. True. Sorry Mello.

"I hate you." Mello snarled before throwing open the window. "STAY OUTSIDE!" Mello snapped loudly before slamming the window before a confused Bubbles' could reply. "I need to get changed." Mello stormed out again pulling off his top as he walked. Kira blinked rapidly as something crashed that sounded a lot like Mello chucking the vase down the stairs.

"…I'm going to bed." Kira sighed moving the mirror and putting it on the table. Break it and die. I respect you and L enough not to break this.

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Near looked around the café with a raised eye brow at Light who was tapping his foot cross legged. "BB is not cooking." He said slowly so Near got it.

"Why not?" Near couldn't figure out why, it saved money and BB was a decent cook.

"He wants to put road kill on the menu. Road. Kill." Light repeated patronizingly.

"And?"

"…Do I need to bring up health and safety laws or the amount of germs on said road kill?" Near paused to think.

"You cook." Near shrugged not caring. Light snatched the book Near had been planning on reading coldly.

"I'll cook, but you need to do some work." Light snapped walking into the kitchen and kicking out BB who'd covered himself in flour and scarily resembled Near. "…I need a new job, perhaps I'll join the police…" Light sighed to himself pulling out food. Ohhh… I can do my killings in the guise of a policeman! :D …No. I need a new job in general. That Raye guy works in the American FBI, perhaps you can talk to him about joining them? I'd be better joining the NPA, or L's team which he STILL hasn't introduced me to. - -' Jobs suck. Hell yeah.

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"Ok, now we are in the expo." The sociology teacher started, the kids were distracted by the cat ears and cat tail she was wearing. Matt had made his own outfit that was so odd no one could think of a decent way to describe it, it was the goblin warrior armor as Matt called it. "Remember, meet here at six o'clock and if you see a free hug sign, hug them. Any questions?" One girl obviously scared by the man in the sailor moon outfit walking past raised her hand. "No, good. Bye! OH MY GOD IS THAT A GAARA?" She screamed suddenly pulling out her camera and running off. The students looked at each other nervously until a blonde haired boy in a orange jumpsuit appeared and took a photo of Matt.

"I love your outfit!" He said happily. Matt beamed.

"I'm recruiting for the goblin army." Matt started his sales pitch.

"Does it have cookies?" The blonde said dead serious.

"…yes…?"

"I'm in! I'll get my friends to join to!" The boy pulled out a pen and scribbled a name on his arm.

"Add me on facebook!" He yelled running off to talk to a pink haired girl.

"…I LOVE THIS PLACE!" Matt cheered throwing his arms in the air.

"Yeah yeah…" Jason muttered wondering how he'd been forced into a skort and crop top with a long black haired wig similar to a palm tree. Matt jumped on a table happily.

"NOW RECRUITING FOR THE GOBLIN ARMY!" Matt screamed.

"Why should we, the butt scratcher army, join you?" One person yelled loudly. Jason missed the camera crew from the news scurry over as he sighed.

"Because the goblin army has cookies! And all you really need to do is sit around and look threatening." Matt added to himself with a shrug.

"That's too much effort! BUTT SCRATCHERS!"

"…CAT!" Matt cheered jumping down and running to a plushie store leaving a now confused army. Jason just followed him wearily, knowing it wasn't worth leaving him alone. It'd bite him later. The class split up wearily, most looking lost.

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"Mihael Keehl!" Mello literally dropped the chocolate bar he was eating and turned white as he looked at the front door of the base away from his pile of paperwork. Any image of a badass mafia had been killed at the introduction and the explanation of paperwork breeding. Within two days, he'd apologized to Bubbles for laughing at the explanation when, in fact, this was proven correct.

Even more scary then the paperwork was the woman walking through the room towards him glaring, his mother. "Who're you?" One of the men yelled pulling out a gun.

"His Mother." She seemed to tower over the suddenly cowering mafia member, eyes ablaze with the fury of hell alight in them. "And I guarantee you, if you even think of kicking me out I'll show you exactly where he got his temper." The mafia member 'epped' loudly and Mello stealthily crawled under his table hoping not to be seen. This, sadly, did not work when his mother knelt down, grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt and sharply pulled him out, forcing him to stand at attention and look her in the eye. "I go to the hospital to see you and what do I get told? You were released." She looked Mello directly in the eyes. "Explain."

"…Wammy got sick of BB and Kira so we were all kicked out." Mello said quickly, flinching when he finished.

"And you never thought of telling us? Do you know how worried we were?" She nearly shrieked. Mello flinched again, and this time backed away a few steps. She didn't bother stopping the blonde. "Gone! Up and left! I had to force Roger to give me your damn address and then I had that creepy black haired person lock me in a closet until I told him who I was!"

"Did he have red eyes?" Mello couldn't resist.

"Yes!"

"That was BB."

"I don't care! All I care about is you're coming home to Russia! Tonight!"

The mafia fell silent as Mello stared at her in horror, freezing his struggles.