Disclaimer: Note that none of these characters belong to me. I an merely borrowing them for use in the fanfic.

Note: This story will contain Yaoi/Shounen-Ai.

Another Note: I'm really horrible at writing humor. If you have any suggestions, PLEASE, don't hesitate to leave them in a review or message!

Day 23

"Ow, stop it!"

"Sorry, it's not my fault Near is pushing me into you."

"Well, you could give me a bit more space!"

"Did you not just hear me?!"

Near grimaced. It had been two days since they'd left the orphanage, and the devilish duo, as they'd often been called, had done nothing but bicker. The alleyway was dark, and everyone was cramped. They were all trying to walk side by side.

It wasn't working out well.

The ghost boy walked directly into a dumpster.

The other two went on without him, still yelling at the other.

Near gathered himself, brushing the grime off his white clothes.

"Will you two just shut up already?!" Near was angry with the two. It was so strange for him, feeling such strong emotion. Feeling any emotion at all, really.

They stopped and turned to look at him. It was virtually impossible to read their faces, as the rain and dark was making it hard to see five feet in front of him. They seemed surprised, though, at his show of the rare emotion. The two continued to stare, letting him return to his position on the far right side. The trio continued their journey, which still had no leads on where L was. They had asked all over town. Nobody knew a Ryuzaki.

True, L rarely went out in public, but it was still insanity. Mello was close to screaming and ripping his hair out.

It had also been raining the entire time. A very heavy, drench-someone-in-seconds kind of rain. The three could barely see three feet ahead of them during the night, and not much more during the day. They didn't sleep during their journey. Matt complained about running out of batteries. Mello yelled at him for complaining and being stupid. The batteries had been ruined in the rain.

Mello glared at the air in front of him. Any time he wanted chocolate, he'd had to find some sort of shelter. He also couldn't use guns. That sort of idea would be worthless in the rain, the gunpowder soaked and useless in seconds.

Still slightly angry, the three continued on through the alley. After what seemed like forever, they exited onto the main road of the massive city. If they had known where L was, it would be a walk in the park from there.

After two more hours of the freezing weather, they finally came to a massive warehouse.

"Why don't we go to the roof and look around. We have no idea where we are."

The other two, Matt and Mello, stopped. It was true.

Life wasn't normal.

Not in the slightest.

Especially not for Matt.

Sure, he liked Mello. But still, sometimes the blonde wierded him out.

Mello was standing on the roof, one foot on the very edge. Matt stood behind him with his arms crossed impatiently.

The rain had finally subsided. Near had gone to ask where they were exactly, leaving Matt with the alien.

Mello peered out over the extensive city, eating chocolate piece by piece.

Matt winced when he heard a 'snap' as the blonde bit off another, larger, chunk. He had been trying to ration Mello's chocolate consumption over the journey, if only to not hear the moaning when the blonde ran out. It hadn't worked. Mello had only spat that he would cut down on the sugary coco if Matt stopped smoking. The former had even pointed one of his many guns at the red-head's face, threatening to shoot unless Matt threw away his cigarette that very instant. Of course, Matt had done what his best friend asked, but taken the chocolate out of his hand immediately afterward. The rest of the day had not gone smoothly.

Matt reached into his back pocket, fishing around for his lighter and last cigarette of the journey.

Mello heard the click of his friend's lighter. He shoved his remaining chocolate into his mouth and whipped around, stalking angrily towards Matt. Grabbing the offending fag out of Matt's mouth, he chucked it over the far edge of the warehouse. Ignoring Matt's surprised wail, he took out another bar of chocolate.

"What was that for?!"

"I told you to stop smoking," the blonde mumbled around a particularly large chunk of his sweet.

There was a pause.

Mello could practically see the cogs turning in Matt's empty head.

"Is that your last bar of chocolate?"

Mello had just been about to bit off another chunk. He stopped and lowered the sweet in question. "Yes. Why?"

He seemed utterly and essentially confused.

Matt was working his tail off to keep a straight face.

He finally grinned.

The red-head was struggling to keep a hold on Mello's ankles as the blond dangled over the side of the building's roof. He was holding the silver wrapper of his chocolate bar, whimpering as the casing slowly tore, letting the chocolate hang closer to its certain doom.

After Matt had thrown said chocolate, the idiot that was hanging from the building had leapt over the edge, trying to catch it.

After many stressed minutes, Matt had succeeded in pulling his best friend back onto the roof. The chocolate had been lost, falling to the busy street below where a parked car was waiting.

A man, tall and strong, was coming back to his car from a busy day at work. The alarm went off, beeping loudly. There was a visible, thin slit in the car's front window. About the size and shape of a large chocolate bar.

A young boy with bleach-white hair had been passing by the car when it had been rudely impaled. He looked up.

Two heads, one red haired, one blonde, were sticking out over the roof of the building. The blonde disappeared first.

Mello and Matt. Why was he not surprised?

Near slid his fingers to the expanses of his face, his palm coming to rest at the tip of his nose. An audible laugh came from above, followed by Matt's voice.

"Mello, Near just facepalmed you!" Matt pointed at his friend as he spoke.

Another yell, this one angry. "You were the only that threw the chocolate, you idiot!"

Silence.

Breakfast with L had been enjoyable, two days before. The two had begun spending quite a bit of time together, and Watari had begun to see old tensions and frays in the bond vanish and mend. They really were getting along well.

Light poked his head over L's work. Or what was soon to be work.

There had still been no cases.

None.

Nada.

Zero.

Ryuk had been having a great deal of fun. Apples were plentiful in L's headquarters, so he was never seen without one. He had grown quite a fondness of apple pie as well as apple fritters and apple crumbly. Anything apple. The Shinigami had even stolen Misa Amane's apple lip gloss during the Kira Case.

He vaporized behind L and peered over the detective's shoulder. Proceeding to steal L's strawberry cheesecake, he cackled and vanished again, taking the sweet with him.

L looked like a lost puppy, causing Light to laugh. Pitifully, L sulked back to the kitchen to take a new slice of his sugary treat.

Light looked after him, still smiling. He was growing fond of the raven-haired detective, but kept his intentions to return to his position as Kira.

"L, mind telling me where you hid the Death Note?"

Through a mouthful of cake, L responded. "I gave it to my heirs, Mello and Near."

L never would have said that if he had known where the two were, along with Matt. Trudging through the cold, coming to find him, a thought dawning on Matt's mind at that very second.

It never made it all the way.

That thought would have to wait.

And so, our cute little trio is already causing trouble in the city...Mello and Matt...you idiots.

Please tell me if I'm moving the story along too quickly because I feel like I am!

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