"This is fucking nuts. Why the Hell do we even need to change rooms?" Mello grumbled to himself, sending his bag into the wall with a quick underhand toss. It slammed into the wall, eliciting an annoyed bump back from the occupants of the room next to them. "It's not like we're in here fucking or something! Even if we were, we're not gonna get pregnant or something. Bloody Hell!"
Matt walked in behind him, catching the door and saving it from the same fate as the backpack. "Hey, I'm not too happy about it either. But you of all people should be able to see why," The redhead tried to convince the blond and ease his nerves. "I mean, look at it this way: If Near were gay, you wouldn't want to hear him and Ivan making out every time you passed their door."
Mello snorted, metaphorical steam still streaming from his ears as he flopped into his chair. "Yeah, but there's a difference between us and them."
"And that difference is…?"
"We're actually attractive."
Matt laughed and sat down on his lap, playing with Mello's blond hair. "True that." Mello caught his wrist and stopped the stroking of his hair as he received a kiss from his gamer.
The redhead was pushed off Mello's lap as he stood up and looked around. "I'm going to miss this room."
"God, Mels, it's not like you're dying or something. I guarantee you; you'll spend about as much time in here from now on as you ever have. I mean, look at Linda. She doesn't live in here, but she might as well; she's in here so much," Matt ran a hand across the floor as he spoke, sweeping a small pile of dust under the recliner. "You'll just be sleeping down the hall."
The blond sat down at his desk. "Yeah, I guess so. I just hope you don't get another roommate after I'm out of here."
"That would just suck."
"Indeed."
The pair sat in silence for a moment. They enjoyed the knowledge of each other's company, without being marred by studying or games. They were absorbed into their own thoughts, but at the same time, they were one.
Mello broke the silence. "I guess I better start packing up, then."
"Guess so."
The blond stood up and opened the closet door slowly. He went through the storage space, pulling out his clothes—mostly made up of black T-shirts and jeans, but there was the odd sweatshirt or other colored shirt—but not many. He hung the hangers on the end of the bunk bed, ready to be moved into the new room.
"This just sucks," Matt complained to himself from the floor.
"You're telling me."
"At least you're not getting switched to a different orphanage. If this wasn't Wammy's, I'm pretty sure that's what would happen."
"Well we are Wammy's," Mello said with a grumble. "You'd think we could come up with a way to get out of this."
"With Roger, I don't think there's really anything we can do. I say just go along with it aaaand," Matt drew out the word, thinking as he spoke, "You basically live here anyway."
"Really? I was thinking more along the lines of blow this shit up and go find L and help him fight Kira."
Matt laughed and Mello joined in. "I love you."
"So are you in?" The blond squatted in front of the gamer.
"Totally," Matt said with a roll of his eyes as the chocoholic pulled him to his feet. He clung onto Mello and hugged him. "I'm gonna miss talking to your subconscious in the middle of the night, though," He murmured into his shoulder.
Mello let him go, but he tightened his grip. With a quick jab to the ribs, Matt yelped and let go, rubbing the spot on his ribcage. "Damn, Mels. I swear you're gonna kill me one of these days."
"Oh you know you love it, masochist."
"So what if I do, sadist?"
"Then I'm right. Again."
Matt dropped his head into the side of the bunk bed. "I walked into that."
"…Yeah, you did." There was a pause, and something occurred to him. "Who fucking ratted us out? If it was Linda, God, I'm sorry, Matt, but you'll never see her again," He growled, gritting his teeth.
The gamer turned slowly. "Ah, I don't think it was her," he said carefully.
"Are you saying you know who it was?" Mello's eyes were like a laser through Matt.
"…I'm saying I have a pretty good idea." At the blond's piercing glare, he uttered, "Gary." Mello was out the door before Matt could blink.
…
Gary and Mello glared at each other as they sat in Roger's office. Gary held an icepack and a towel to his nose.
"…You will meet me here after your classes for three weeks. No chocolate until the New Year, either."
Mello's eyes grew wide. He could care less about where he studied, but no one—I repeat—no one messed with Mello's chocolate. He goes through… withdrawal. Even Matt was horrified when he heard the sentence. He held is tongue, though, hoping the blond would be able to shimmy out of the punishment.
Though, hoping wouldn't save him from the wrath of a pissy, chocolate-deprived blond.
A/N: Oh, goodness, Mello without chocolate is quite the scary thought. O.O
If I don't update before then, everyone have a happy holiday and an even better New Year! :D