A/N: Just a short note in advance. I apologise that I have made L seem out of character (of course he'd know what a kiss is, right?). And also a re-emphasis. The use of "txt tlk" is purposeful for the sake of humour.

"Mello! Where's your motorcycle? Let's get the hell out of here!" Tori urged frantically.

Leather-pants smacked his forehead. "It's at the repair shop…"

"0MGZ IM C0MING 4 U, M3LL M3LLZ!" came the voice that they feared.

"Um, let's go now!" The teenage girl began running out of the door.

"G0 WH3R3?"

Mello jumped out of the window for the second time in one day and ran like hell.

"W4IT 4 M3. I C4NT J4M MYS3LF INT0 TH3 D00R!"

Fortunately, they escaped after three hours worth of running.

"I think we've lost her... And everyone else!" Tori huff-puffed, then pushed the blame onto Mello. "Why didn't you stop!"

"…Why didn't you stop me?" the blond teenager retorted.

" ...Shut up. How do we get back?"

"Don't tell me to shut up!"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! Hehehe…" she giggled until she noticed the death glare. "…Please don't hit me!"

"I didn't say I was going to," he responded.

"You don't have to say so! Just hit me and get it done with!"

"…" He flicked her forehead and smirked.

Her hands automatically reached up to rub the sore. "...Ow? Now how do we get out of here?"

"No idea."

The very things they were avoiding came to them like a punch in the face. Even though it isn't Tiffy, it's still a rabid fangirl – a 10-year-old. "OMGZ OMGZ UR MELLO!"

"...Go away." If looks could kill, Tori would have killed the girl over fifty times.

"How did you know my name?" Mello demanded warily.

"SOME PERSUN PUT UP A VID!" She happened to be carrying a laptop and showed them the YouTube video of their fight on the bed. "AND I THINK UR HAWT, MELLO! EVEN HOTTER THAN JUSTIN BIEBER!"

"Uh…" uttered the other girl who wasn't misusing the caps lock.

"LOL JUSTIN BIEBER IS REALLY HAWT! OH AND I GOT A SMILEY STICKER ON MY TEST TODAY!"

"...Good for you," the male deadpanned.

"0MGZ 0MGZ PLZ TAKE A PIC WIT ME!"

"Hell no."

"WHAI NAWT?"

"Because I really don't give a shit about you."

"LOLZ UR SO FUNNY!" The oblivious little girl hugged Mello. "AND I'LL NEVAH LET GO!"

Tori managed to pull him out of the death grip. "Come on, let's go…"

He muttered something about hitting a brat while walking away by himself like some badass mafia leader. Oh wait, he is in the mafia.

The non-10-year-old chased after him. "Wait for me! Mello! MELLOOO!"

"What?"

"Where are we? I'm scared. I want to go back!"

"Sucks for you," the other teenager commented unsympathetically.

"...I wonder what Matt's up to. …I'm scared! Bring me back! I want to go home! ...But I do wonder what Matt's up to."

"Oh wait, I can call just him to give us a ride..." He took out his mobile phone and pressed a few buttons. Funny he didn't think of that earlier. "Hey, Matt?"

"HAHA I HAZ HIZ PHONE!" said the voice on the other side. There was also a "MMMMFFF! MMM!" noise going on in the background, which coincidentally happened to sound like a tied-up and gagged Matt. Don't ask Mello how he knew that.

"…Who the fuck is this?"

"ITZ ME!"

"And you are…?"

"LOL I'M UR BIGGEST FAN! HINT HINT!"

Disconnected.

"Who was that?" Tori asked.

"Some weirdo. Looks like we'll be stuck here for a while."

Yet another random event occurred. A bird landed on the pavement, opening its beak to say: "You still have another way of getting back! Chirp chirp!"

Mello stared at the bird with his mouth open, confounded by its ability to talk.

"That's the bird that stole my pants," Tori accused. "Shoot it!"

"No, that wasn't me, chirp chirp! That was my brother, tweet!"

"Shoot it for being related to it!" She pulled out her gun.

"No, I can help you! Chirp!"

"…And that would be how?" the leather-panted adolescent pressed on.

"You can call Near for help, chirp chirp!"

"…" Mello also brought out his gun and sent a bullet flying towards the poor bird that was just trying to assist the situation.

Skillfully, the small animal dodged it and chirruped a final message before flying away. "You can't get me because I'm a karate bird!"

"What the fuck?" Tori raised an eyebrow. "...Alrighty then, now what?"

"I heard you were lost, Mello," said a Near-ish voice.

"...NEAR? And I'm not fucking lost!" Everyone knows that Mello has his pride.

"It seems that you are." The albino reached up one hand to twirl his hair innocently.

"…AND?"

"I suspect you are requiring assistance."

"From you, no." A certain teenage girl shot Near for the second time. He collapsed.

"…We should get the hell out of here before the police comes," Mello instructed.

"But I can't run as fast as you!" the girl lied. "CARRY ME."

"No."

"Then the cops will catch me, I'll tell them you were part of this, and we'll live together in jail!"

"There would be no evidence that I was part of it." He smirked at her naivety.

"…I have that fangirl. She'll spill it all out." A mischievous smile was present on Tori's face.

"Now you're going to resort to bribery? Wow, you're a great girlfriend, aren't you?"

"Fine then, I'll stay here and watch us get thrown in jail. Piggyback is fine too. ...So? So so so, Mello?"

"Nope."

"You're going to get thrown in jail, then!" Tori plopped down onto the ground. "My boyfriend kicked me and left me here! When the cops come, I better tell them I got abused by my loving boyfriend."

"That's blackmail and slander!"

She whimpered. "Ow, it really hurts! I wonder why my boyfriend would do that."

"…" Mello simply just walked away.

"…Fine, I'm coming!" The girl stomped after him.

"Seventy percent off on all chocolates!" a loud voice boomed from a nearby sweets shops, which mysteriously appeared out of nowhere.

The male chocoholic froze and turned towards the direction of the announcer. "HOLY SH-!"

"TORI WANTS! GO GO GO!"

The pair immediately sprinted to the shop at a speed that would put Sonic the Hedgehog to shame, shoving everyone out of the way regardless of their genders.

"Mine!" Mello snapped rudely.

"What the hell is wrong with him? Creepy guy…" A couple of girls gave him a look of disdain.

"HE'S NOT FUCKING CREEPY YOU ASS WIPES!" Tori yelled, causing the girls to leave the shop, still bickering on.

"Move, bitches!" More shoving from Mello.

"Hey, that's rude! You shouldn't push a girl!" another girl objected.

"Sucks for you." He began grabbing every single chocolate that his hands can reach.

"I WANT THIS AND THAT AND THIS!" Tori screamed at the worker, pointing to almost everything.

"U-uh... Right away!"

Mello was already stuffing his face with unpaid chocolates. Hey, it's not as if anyone is watching.

"Hello, Mello. I did not expect to see you here," said a monotone voice.

"Who the f- …" He dropped his precious chocolates, staring in shock.

"Hey, who is that?" Tori pointed at the tall, hunched-over man who was wearing a plain white shirt and jeans. "…Ew, you stand like a freaking hobo."

The panda-eyed man placed his thumb up to his lips. "Who is your friend?"

"…Tori, this is the greatest detective in the world: L."

"…I just called him a hobo!"

"Here you go, miss!" A male worker handed Mello a bag.

He stared at the worker. "…Excuse me?"

"Your chocolates, Miss. You ordered chocolates, right?"

"I. AM NOT. A FUCKING..." The temperamental genius slammed his fist on the counter, causing the victim to back away. "…GIRL!" Then he felt L staring at him. "…I mean, thank you…? And L, this is Victoria."

"...Hi L! Sorry for calling you a hobo earlier!" Tori then coughed. "But um… Scooby-Doo is the best detective ever."

Before anyone could respond, yet another paper airplane flew across the store and landed on L's hands, with the message "Open me!" written on it. And so he opened it. To see the photograph of Mello and Tori's kiss.

The girl peeked at the piece of paper. "Uh… oh…"

"What is this, if I may ask?" the hunched-over man questioned, genuinely curious.

"...Where the hell did that come from?" Mello muttered.

"HEHEHE!" giggled some random fangirls, watching from the corner. They dispersed after noticing his death glare.

"You have not answered my question."

"It's… nothing?" the potential successor answered awkwardly.

"…Should we leave?" Tori whispered to him.

"Yes." Mello changed his volume from a whisper to a normal-speech level. "L, we-"

"I would still like an explanation of this photograph," L interrupted. "I have never seen something like this before."

"...It's... nothing…?"

"If it is nothing, then what is the purpose of this gesture?"

"It's... it's a... friendship thing...?" Well, this wasn't exactly a lie.

L placed his thumb up to his lips once again. "How interesting."

"…Yes."

"...Um... So if you don't mind we kind of…" Tori tried to help with the problematic situation.

"Why do they exchange this particular action?" L went on. "Could they not have done something less intimate, or otherwise?"

"Look we really appreciate your… concern, but um… But... Um..."

"I would like to try," he said straightforwardly.

"...Um... try what?"

" What the two of you are depicted to be doing in the photograph. It is quite intriguing."

"…Er, yeah. Just… find a friend?" Mello suggested, showing obvious agitation.

Oddly enough, Light happened to enter the store. "Ryuzaki, Watari informed me that you would be here."

"Yes, I was purchasing sweets," the detective replied.

"I have discovered something interesting… regarding the Kira case." The past part was said in a low tone.

This was when Mello took the opportunity to escape to prevent any more uncomfortable questions.

"Wait, Mello!" Tori yelled. "Come here!"

"There is something I would like to try first, Yagami-kun, if you do not mind?" L said to Light.

"What is it?"

Mello walked back to the small group, dubious. "What, Tori?"

"Just watch!"

And L shoved his lips against Light's. A loud "WHAT THE FUCK?" came from the teenage girl, while Mello burst out into laughter.

"…Ryuzaki, what was that for?" Even during an unexpected situation like this, the calm Kira suspect managed to keep his composure.

"It does not seem to have any particular effects," L commented, thinking.

"Um, Mello. Let's go now!" The pair once again ran like hell.