Disclaimer; I do not own Death Note. You should know who it belongs to. If not, look it up. Oh, don't own Nintendo either.

AN; Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed~! They make me so happy. C: I wasn't expecting so many. Haha. A special thanks to lufflesmattXD. You really got me motivated to write this chapter. If I don't reply to your reply soon, please understand. I have something really important coming soon. If you wanna know, PM me, but I think most of you know. I have a cameo in this chapter. As 4th in Whammy's. Don't worry, in the next chapter I'm introducing 5th. Oh, Happy Birthday Sonya!

Chapter Two: Blueberry Pancakes.

Mello's POV

I woke up to the burning sight of the sun in my eyes. It's at these times I wish I had a pair of goggles to dim the bright sun's rays from my deep blue eyes. Even if they were orange. Although, I do admit that I couldn't pull off the style. That's definitely something only Matt would be able to do. If I do recall correctly, Matt had his eyes on a pair last time we went out. They were silver instead of the black frames he currently has. The lenses had the same orange tint.

In the midst of my thoughts, I grabbed a chocolate bar from under my pillow. I didn't even check to see what kind it was. Then, I rolled out of my bed, and walked over to my dresser. I rummaged around, and pulled out a pair of black pants along with my brown short-sleeved 'Chocoholic' tee. I sighed, unraveled the paper on the chocolate bar, and bit off a chunk. After devouring the brown rectangle, and tossing it into the waste basket, I walked over to where I pinned up my list. My left hand went to retrieve a green pen, while my other hand took down the list. I placed the paper on my desk, then uncapped the pen. My hand hovered the paper as I thought. Then, my left hand swiftly, but neatly, wrote underneath rule one. It read:

Rule 2: Don't yell at Matt to wake him up.

I kept swiftly writing. Now, I had two more rules. Rule three was, "Help Matt buy something every once and a while." Underneath that was rule four. It read, "Help Matt find an article of clothing that he'd like." With that, I capped the pen, put it back in it's place, then tacked up the paper once again.

I walked back to the dresser and combed through my hair with my fingers. 'I'll brush it after breakfast,' I thought. My feet carried me to where our beds were located. I climbed up the ladder to Matt's bed. My hands gently reached towards his upper body, and shook him awake.

"Matt?" I whispered in his ear. "Time to get up. You're going to miss breakfast."

"Hnn," Matt replied.

"I heard they're serving blueberry pancakes today!" A smile crept onto my face as he shot up.

"Say that again." Matt's eyes bulged. I laughed as I climbed back down the ladder. Once I was on the floor, I spoke again.

"Blueberry. Pancakes." I stated simply. I would never understand why he liked them. Maybe I shouldn't be talking. What, with me and my chocolate.

Matt grabbed his goggles, and threw them over his eyes. He then jumped down from the top bunk, not worrying about any noise he might make. To my surprise, he landed with a soft thud. He was in a crouch-like position with one hand in front of him. Kind of like when superheroes jumped from heights. Well, that's typical Matt for you. I raised the place where there should be an eyebrow. Um, yeah, unfortunate accident. I have no eyebrows, I'll explain another time.

"What?" Matt questioned as he stood up straight. I shook my head.

"Nothing. Never mind."

"Fine." Insert goggle adjust here. "Let's just go get some pancakes."

"Um, aren't you going to put some clothes on? After all, you're in your boxers." I questioned him, once more raising the place where an eyebrow should be. Matt looked down.

"I guess that would be sensible." He agreed.

I opened his dresser drawer and found a lime green and white striped long sleeve right away. I tossed it to him while he was getting his Gameboy. It took some shifting until I could find a pair of clean dark jeans. I then threw the pants at him.

"Shoot." I heard him mutter. I turned towards him and cocked my head to the side with a questioning look.

"What?" He glared at me

"Oh, I can't find my lip gloss!" He screamed sarcastically. "What do you think? I can't find my damn Gameboy!" I mentally cringed, but rolled my eyes.

"Shut up. Here." My feet took me to his dresser. I grabbed the portable gaming system, and turned towards him. I smirked as his eyes widened.

"You took it." He whispered as his emeralds illustrated a look of hurt. I frowned at his remark.

"I did nothing of the sort! You left it there."

"That's not what you'll be telling me in five years." He mumbled. Ouch, that hurt. Wait until I --- breath. Count to three. Itchi, nii, san. I blinked. Why Japanese? Oh well. I inhaled and exhaled.

"Let's just go and get those pancakes." I suggested. "It looks like you don't even want them any more." He narrowed his eyes, and proceeded to grab the console from my hand.

"What the heck would make you think I don't want them?" I rolled my eyes once more. My left hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. By the look in his eyes, I read that he thought I was going to twist it.

"Didn't I tell you I was over that? "

"Um….yeah. I just…didn't know if you changed your mind over night or something." I sighed, not loosening my grip.

"Come on, Matt." I smiled. "The pancakes are waiting. Don't want them to get cold."

"With that, I opened the door. Could've sworn that I saw Matt drool out of the corner of my eye. You could smell them from here. We ran down the hall with Matt now clutching my hand. I even ran past Near without looking back or stopping to pick on him. I just knew Matt wanted those pancakes.

We walked into the meal room and took our usual seats in the back corner. All the tables were set. In the middle, surely enough, were the blueberry pancakes. Along with orange juice, and --- I just started blinking. Matt waved his hand in front of my face.

"Hey? Mels?" He raised an eyebrow. I snapped out of it, my hand shooting towards the chocolate syrup. I held it up in front of my face.

"Damn." I muttered. "They never have this high quality stuff here. Usually it's Hershey's."

I plucked a pancake off the center dish and plopped it onto mine. Matt was on his second pancake.

"Hmm? Yeah." He said, swallowing. "Gosh, it looks like you have chocolate syrup as your main course and blueberry pancakes as a side." I laughed.

"Yup. It would seem like it."

After we finished eating, we went back to our room. Matt combed his hair while I brushed mine. Then, we freshened up. You know, showers and such. For you over-imaginative people out there, I will make this clear. We do not shower together. I hope I made that clean. Crystal? Good. Afterwards, I grabbed a black backpack and shoved five chocolate bars into the front pocket. Then, I went over to my stash and pulled out another. I did the whole 'unravel-bite-much' process until I was done. Matt only shoved a few games into his back pocket.

That's when Chloe* popped into the room. Didn't even knock. What if we'd been changing?

"What do you want, Chloe?" I asked her impatiently. "Oh, and I guess you never learned how to knock."

"Should have locked the door" She smirked while retorting. "Anyway," she continued. "I came to tell you that Roger wants the top five in his office. We'll be leaving soon."

"Fine. Oh, before you go…" I still had a crumpled up chocolate wrapper in my hand. So…I threw it at her. Chloe caught it. I noticed her nails very dark blue today. You wouldn't expect the forth-in-line to wear nil polish. Although, you couldn't mistake it for a girly-girl. She had curly dirty blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. Her pants were black, and she had a chain bracelet on her wrist. Her shoes were black and white. Chloe's shirt was a white long sleeve with a blood-dripping black heart in the middle.

"Mello, you know I'll always catch it." Chloe stated. Damn her. She closed the door, and left.

"Come on, Matt." I paused his game. "Hey, did you recently read my list"

"Yup. When you were in the shower." He smirked.

"…And?" I questioned.

"Um…I hope you know I only like black when it's with another color?" He sorta-asked.

"Yeah. I know. I'm not that ignorant."

"True, dat." He nodded. I just laughed. I grabbed my black book bag and we went out the door.

AN: *Chloe is pronounced :Kuh-low-ee:. Please review! I'd really appreciate it!