Sometimes I just need to be random. Sometimes I just need to say what I have to say before it even makes sense to the situation. But I don't know how. I'm not that kind of guy, to just say stuff on my mind. I'm not, never have been. And it's not like coming out to Mello would be a bad thing either, because I mean really what's he going to say? I just can't I literally can't. What do I even think is going to happen if I come out? Do I really think that coming out is going to get Mello to like me? I'm at least three of the ten things he hates most; Lazy people, People who don't give their full effort, smokers, gamers, people who hate the outdoors, people who aren't scared of him, Near, anyone better than him, non-chocolate things, and people who distract him from being the best. Huh, I guess I am 6, I'm lazy, never give full effort, I smoke, game, I hate the outdoors, and I'm not scared of him, well, not always scared. So I'm six of the ten things that Mello hates. Why would he like me? I'm thinking all of this just while he's out for a bike ride. Off to god only knows where, he said it has something to do with a case he's working. Mello has taken an interest in mafias; the job he's chosen is to destroy all the mafia in the world.

He comes back with a huge grin on his face. Biting into what assume to be his 20th chocolate bar in the last hour. He goes into his room, shuts the door and stays there for quite some time.

During that time I play video games. Zelda, Kirby, Mario Kart, Call Of Duty, you name it. I try and keep the volume to a minimum, I know Mello hates it when I blast the music too loud, normally I don't care but he seems so excited about this case. He says he'll become super rich and cool and will be world renown or something like that. He's already smarter than L, why does he have to prove it to the world?

When he finally comes out five hours later he sounds a lot more sad.

"I think I've found how to get into the one here, Matty, I think I've got it. I just need to do some stuff to get it."

"That's great Mells, really" I say in my usual monotonic voice that I have when I'm gaming. I don't think I even heard what he just said.

"I'm going out again, I won't be back tonight." I look at him now, he's dressed like a huge slut and has taken of his rosary. His face is as solid as ever and I try and desperately locate his eyes. I find them filled with, disappointment, regret.

"Where you going?" I ask him, looking for the rosary I gave him, still shocked that it's not on his neck.

"Getting into the mafia, what do you think?"

"I just wonder why you won't be back and why you're dressed like a man whore"

"It's part of the job tonight, okay? I checked, it's the ONLY way, the way I thought from earlier won't work out."

"Oh, well, uh, good luck I guess"

"Yeah…"

"Where's your rosary? Seems like protection would be a good idea if you're infiltrating the mafia"

"I don't want either you or god to be there tonight. I'm not happy with it. It's just my only option."

"What is?"

"None of your fucking business"

"You asshole, your my best friend, if you're doing something terrible it IS my business"

"Let it go Matt."

"No." I pause, getting more into the argument, I think I know what he's hinting at what he has to do, but I don't want to accept it. "No, I won't, tell me where you're going, what you're gonna do!"

"I'll hit you! Don't think I won't!"

"Fine Mells, whatever, I just wanna know, and I won't let you go until you tell me, I'm not scared of you"

"You should be." He says coming closer to me, squinting his eyes. If he actually wanted to hit me, he would have done so already, it was just a threat, I can tell that much.

"Mello, I'm not. Now. Fucking tell me where you're going."

"No" He growls, then he throws me to the ground and hits me in the face, not nearly as hard as he can.