I don't own Death Note or any of the quotes I use at the start of a drabble. Not being sued would make my day! ^_^

A/N: TYVM Tails-Coyote-Carnivore, Ninna-chan, Rizera and Celestrial! The song in the quote..I'm in love w/ that song right now…

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"Whatya want from me?" –Adam Lambert

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"Security has been breached, I repeat, security has been breached." Matt paused. "Yo, Sheep, this is Zelda. Did you turn your walkie-talkie off again? Over."

Nothing but static.

"Sheep. This is Zelda. Come in; this is an emergency, over."

No reply.

"Dammit, Near, talk already!"

"…The swearing was unnecessary."

"Were you not listening? Security-"

"Has been breached," the cool voice interrupted. "Yes, I know."

"What do we do?"

"What's your position?"

"…I'm tied up in the closet."

"..Tied up?"

"Yeah, with rope. Apparently he planned ahead this year."

"Ah. I suppose we should have anticipated that."

"Whatever; all I know is I'm losing all the blood in my hands and feet and have been pressing the walkie-talkie buttons with my tongue. Get over here and help me already."

"Has B also been compromised?"

"Yeah. Mel lured him away with jam; sneaky jerk…"

"Well, were we expecting anything less? This does happen every year, after all."

"You don't need to remind me," the redhead grumbled. "I swear, his is the only birthday in Wammy's that is common knowledge."

"And he doesn't care," Near put in.

Matt snorted. "Obviously. He raids the kitchen on the same day every year. And this year it looks like he's done some extensive planning."

"It would appear so. It looks like we have only one remaining option."

A groan. "You don't mean-"

"Do you see a better choice?"

"I know, but-we promised him we could handle this."

"Evidently we are incapable of holding back the raging force that is Mello."

"Evidently." A sigh. "Fine, get him."

"Very well."

Less than five minutes later Matt was free and rubbing his wrists as an irate but resolute Roger prepared to enter the kitchen. The old man rolled up his sleeves, cleared his throat and opened the door.

The room was in a state of spectacular disarray. The blond firecracker had apparently taken it upon himself to cause as much trouble as possible, as long as he was enjoying himself anyway. The bottle of chocolate syrup had been squirted all over the walls; Matt had no doubt that what wasn't staining the old wallpaper was residing in his friend's stomach.

Several cans of powdered hot cocoa, bought in preparation for the coming snowfall, were lying about with tops popped off and dark powder scattered about.

And a king-sized bag of white chocolate Hershey's Hugs-Mello's least favorite things in the world-appeared to have been melted down and spread everywhere.

The perpetrator was sitting on top of the counter, alternatively digging into a small chocolate cake and an inanely large bag of M&Ms.

Roger cleared his throat pointedly.

Mello noticed them, looked up and grinned hugely.

"What?" he asked. "It's my birthday!"

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A/N: Happy birthday, Mello!!