Author's Notes of Masterful Goodness: Ok, sorry this is so short! I'm using it as an introductory chapter for the chapter that is to come! And the next chapter, (as repayment for this one,) will have yaoi smexiness!! MUAHAHAHA!

Also, if you think you know which musical the song is from, review with your answer! I will congratulation all who are right!

Chocolate Love

Chapter Four: Emails

Mello had climbed the ranks of the mafia, now the boss of his own gang, along with Rod Ross. You see, Mello didn't join for the affairs of the mafia itself. He was only using their money to catch Kira and avenge L.

Currently Mello was in the main room of their current base, (They move moved quite frequently to avoid detection. [Yup, that was Mello's idea.]) Anyway, Mello pursuing the internet on his sleek black laptop for new leather pants. After purchasing them using Rod's credit card, (Mello had memorized the number once when Rod wasn't looking, and used it continuously ever since. Also, since Rod didn't know of this he was now in considerable debt.) Mello went to .com to check his email.

After Mello typed in his password, (chocolate), Mello found that he had two emails. One was from . The subject heading was MELS! COME VISIT ME! I MISS U SO MUCH! Well that was clearly Matt. The other was from .org and was titled Wishing You Were Some How Here Again That was from Near.

Mello sighed, clicking open Matt's email first. It read: Mel! I miss u! Y don't u come and visit me! I 3 u! Plz, plz, come! Mello grimaced. He hated it when people used chatspeak, It was such a turn off for Mello, Matt should know better! Closing out of Matt's email, Mello hoped Near would be more literate. Much to Mello's dismay, it was more song lyrics.

You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered . . .
You were once
a friend and father -
then my world
was shattered . . .

Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .

Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .

Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .

Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?

Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . .

No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye.

Mello groaned inwardly, finishing off his chocolate bar and shutting down his laptop altogether. Matt was turning into a begging dog and Near an expert on Broadway music theology.

Tearing open the wrapper of another chocolate bar, Mello surveyed his surroundings. The members of the mafia that weren't crackheads were either pimps or drug dealers. Or both. No one was even remotely intelligent. Mello had never had a conversation with anyone that didn't have to do with breaking the law in some crude form.

Maybe Mello did need a vacation from the mafia…