Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
Characters: Mello/Matt
Genre: Humor, tiny romance
A/N: By the way, there is no lemoning in this chapter. XD
Matt was browsing fanfiction dot net, making a point of trying to read every single FredxGeorge fanfic in the fandom. He sipped his coffee, content, looking at the summary of something that claimed to be a FredxGeorgexHarry lemon and trying to decide if that counted in his F/G quest or not.
Mello burst into the room, shattering the calm and part of the old plaster around the door.
"Matt! I discovered something today!" he informed him at a shout.
Much calmer, Matt replied, "Oh yeah? What's that, Mels?" Taking another sip, he decided that the fic didn't count, but that he was going to read it anyway.
"I really like lemon," Mello announced.
Coffee sprayed out from between the gamer's lips, effectively drenching his computer screen. He yipped and immediately attempted to rescue his monitor, dabbing at the screen with his sleeve.
Mello, indifferent to the fate of Matt's technology (it distracted from him, dammit!), kept talking. "I mean, I really like it. I like it almost as much as chocolate. I really like it when they're together," he added. "I mean, lemon and chocolate. It's just meant to be."
Matt had a brief fantasy about dipping himself in chocolate and letting Mello lick it off. Okay, gotta focus, he reminded himself as his imaginary Mello's tongue traced down his chest... down his abdominals...
"I wonder if there are other people who like it as much as I do," Mello mused.
Matt laughed. "Believe me, Mello, you're NOT alone. It's all over fanfiction dot net."
Mello looked confused. "They have a category for lemon?"
"Not technically. But everyone knows that if you search under Romance and set the filter to M-rated stuff, you'll get some. And sometimes it involves chocolate, as well. More in some fandoms than in others."
Mello grinned. "That is fuckin awesome."
"And there are lemon conventions, you know."
Mello's eyes went huge, and clearly he approved of the idea. "I'm gonna go. And I'll find a lemon T-shirt. And a lemon keychain."
Matt grinned back. That might be, he realized, the only thing they'd had in common in their nineteen years. Who would have thought it'd be lemon that they'd finally be able to agree about?
"They sell doujinshi, too," Matt informed him. "At the conventions."
Mello frowned, annoyed that there was something he didn't know. "Doujinshi?" he demanded.
"Fan comics."
The frown exploded into a grin in that way that only Mello could make happen, and even then only around Matt. He laughed. "That is so weird. Awesome."
"And people cosplay, too. That is, dress up."
"As lemons?" Mello clarified, laughing.
Matt hesitated, a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Mello..." But inside he already knew what the answer would be. "Define 'lemon' for me."
"Um..." Mello raised an eyebrow. "A yellow, oval-shaped citrus fruit?"
Matt sighed.
Failure to communicate.
