No don't own Death Note just pointing that out also please Review, it's quite depressing taking time to write a story and hardly anyone gives a comment. If it's good or bad, whatever you have to say about the story please review. Oh and I give special thanks to the reviewer called Kya's computer. You especially made my day. Thank you.

Kya's POV

I opened the door to a very happy and very uncomfortable Matt. I grinned and stepped away from the door.

"Well get your ass in here." I exclaimed as the cold air slipped through. He chuckled.

"Why miss Kya, so impatient."

"Yet o so ready." I snorted and his jaw tensed.

"You gotta stop making sexual innuendos, it's gonna get you in trouble."

"I'm trying." I looked down. "But it's so hard. .so very hard."

"O my god!" Matt groaned and set the bags on the counter. I stuck my tongue out trying to not to laugh…I failed epically and clutched my stomach. Matt chuckled and shook his head.

"Have you eaten yet?" I asked.

"Other than the amazing lunch we had after the arcade? Nope."

"Well voila monsier." I said nodding to the table of food. He peered over at me.

"You can cook?" I glared and he snorted. Sitting down he swirled his fork around in the noodles. Before he took a bite he asked, "Is it poisoned?"

I snorted. "Believe me, if I wanted you dead you would not be here."

"That doesn't help your case." I smiled and he slipped the fork into his mouth. I couldn't help but notice his eyes widen and he gave a quiet groan of delight. I gave a smug smile. Ha! I can make something other the sexual innuendos. "Holy shit this is absolutely divine! You need to come over one day and cook for the gang." He exclaimed and shoved more into his mouth, which I'll admit, was a little distasteful but I chuckled anyhow.

"The gang?" I asked as I took my first bite. Yum. His fervor slowed. Normal people wouldn't have noticed, but I'm not normal.

"My uh…buddies and I share a place. We're always together. They're the gang." He took another bite, keeping his eyes away from my face making me wonder what he really was keeping from me. But I nodded simply and ate. If he wanted to tell me he would have…right? This is why I don't associate with people often. Few minutes later we finished our food and cleaned up. Matt insisted on finishing up the dishes for me. I grudgingly agreed. He surprisingly took off his gloves and placed his hands in the soapy, hot water. I sat on the counter and swung my legs gently, pretending not to watch and failing miserably. He finished cleaning the last pot and glanced at me.

"What? Is doing dishes a turn-on?" I laughed as he rinsed the suds off his hands.

"Oh you know it baby, it's all in the suds." He snorted and dried off his hands. He walked over to me, placing his hands on either side of me and giving me a silent challenge. I rose up to it, being as competitive as I am.

"Really? How about we help that little problem?" He asked seductively. Oh shit. You asked for it. I leaned forward; it takes two to play a game. Bringing my lips to his ear, I bit down on his earlobe and pulled gently down. He sucked in a small breath and I smiled. I laughed.

"It's not me that has the problem baby," I said making my voice go husky. His jaw dropped and I laughed. "Once again, I win."

"Damn it!" He growled bringing his hand up to his now reddened cheek.

"You can't play with the queen of seduction you'll just get burned." He snorted.

"Yea and how far have you gotten?" He asked reaching for a bottle of vodka.

"I haven't even swung."

He dropped the bottle.