A/N: This chapter demonstrates what I meant when I first said that the characters would sound normal, but act out of character. By the way, Near fangirls, please don't be offended that I referred to him as a midget. He's one of my favourite characters tooooo. :U

The two teenagers panted from their run. "Mello, let's go to the toy store, kill some time, y'know?"

"Yeah, sure."

They strolled into a toy store which conveniently appeared.

"I wonder what's so amazing about them…" the bored Tori commented, while Mello just glanced around.

"Hello, Mello."

"…Near? You again? Didn't Tori kill you in the previous chapter? What the hell do you want?"

Near ignored the question that even the author cannot explain, and held out a certain photograph. "Would you like to explain this?"

"Not again…" the female groaned.

"It's none of your business." Mello twitched.

"Then why were there so many copies of this?"

"…Blame Matt."

"I assume he distributed them." The sheep began twirling a strand of his hair. "Also, I do not understand the concept within the photograph."

"Well, too bad!"

The frail adolescent randomly threw a robot at Mello.

"Ow! What the fuck, Near?"

"I challenge you to a robot fight," he responded seriously.

"…PFFT, BWUAHAHAHA!"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA," Tori joined in. "OH JEEZ, A ROBOT FIGHT?"

"I do not see what it is that you find to be so hilarious."

Mello proceeded to rolling on the floor, and tried to speak between his laughs. "I… CAN'T… BREATHE…"

"…" The humiliated Near threw another one at him.

"Ouch, prick!"

And he tossed yet another.

"Alright, you asked for it!" The blond teenager grabbed the robots and hurled them back like some professional American football player, hitting the midget on the chest.

"Guys, stop!" Tori protested, realizing that they were attracting attention.

Mello then began grabbing the toys on the nearest shelves and launched them at Near. A box of chess pieces exploded in mid-air. The albino also threw a robot at Tori.

"NEAR!" she fumed, "I'm going to smash you, I'M GOING TO-"

He just threw another one at her.

"…Mello!" she whined. "He keeps throwing them at me!"

"Throw them back, then!" he answered, taking more objects.

Near then flung a bottle of bubbles at Mello, who sent it flying to outer space with a baseball bat, displaying incredible aim and strength. "Take that, sucker!"

Tori joined in the attack, pelting the small boy with marbles. He grabbed a foam sword in retaliation, waving it around skilfully as if he was some Jedi from Star Wars.

"You've got to be fucking kidding…" The teenage girl stared at the very out-of-character Near.

WHACK. "Ow!"

WHACK! "What the hell, Near!"

"What?" He stared at them blankly.

"Eat this!" Mello grabbed a gun filled with Nerf bullets, shooting the younger prodigy.

Tori tried to lower the toy gun in the blond-head's hand. "Guys, we're going to get kicked out!"

He appeared to not have heard her and continued to grab objects to throw. "Take this, loser! And this!"

"…" The girl grabbed a water gun and began shooting Near just for the sake of it.

The poor adolescent began backing away defencelessly, attacked by two taller teenagers.

"Excuse me…" a worker called out, "You-"

Tori re-aimed her water gun at the worker. "WHAT?"

She then dumped a bucket of plastic ponies on Near. The worker left, shocked by their attitude and behaviour.

Looks like the worker called the manager. He came stomping over to the trio. "OI, YOU THREE!"

Tori gave him an odd look. "I'm seventeen, not three."

"What do you want, old man?" Mello was now shooting Nerf bullets at the fuming manager.

"GET OUT! NOW!"

"…Old fag," the teenage girl insulted.

"Fine, whatever," Blond-head muttered, upset that his fun has ended.

The small group began leaving. Suddenly, Tori paused and knocked over one shelf full of toys purposefully.

"QOWEIJPOIJOIJW!" shrieked the manager senselessly.

She stuck her tongue out. "Bye, bitches!"

"Good one, Tori," Mello smirked.

"HEY, GET BACK HERE AND CLEAN IT UP!"

"Run!" the chocoholic instructed, sprinting. The girl followed suit, flicking up her middle finger at the manager in the process. And that's how they got back to a familiar alley.

Near, uncertain of what else to do, tagged along as well. Tori stuck out her foot, tripping him. He fell face-down onto the floor.

"Pfft, slow reaction much?" Mello sneered.

The victim stood back up, dusting his white clothes. "That was unnecessary."

"Shut up, twit!" she retorted.

"No."

"…Damn, I've got nothing to throw at Near now," the blond genius complained.

"I'm going to sit for a while…" The female sat down on a worn-down bench.

The albino, tired from the physical exercise, sat down next to her.

"…" Mello squeezed in between them defiantly.

"…Mello?" she questioned.

Since the sheep was squished right to the edge of the seat, he moved to the other side, obviously triggering another emotion in Mello.

"Yeah?" he responded to his name, glaring at Near.

Tori moved to sit on his lap, glaring at the albino. The teenager in leather pants stared at her in surprise.

"What?" she pouted.

He stuck his tongue out at Near.

"…Mello, what are you doing?"

"Nothing?"

Near simply stared, blinking.

"…What do you want, Near?" Tori demanded.

"Does the photograph hold any significance?" he questioned.

"Uh… no."

"I see. So the rumours about the relationship between you and Mello are false."

"Maybe it is, maybe it's not," Mello butted in scornfully.

"…What's it to you?" she asked Near.

"It is simply curiosity."

"Is it, really?"

"Yes. I also wanted to confirm my suspicions."

"So the fact that I'm sitting on Mello's lap doesn't spark any emotion in you?"

'Number one' tilted his head slightly. "Is it supposed to?"

"...I don't know, I just thought that..." the girl broke off.

"Hm?"

"Nothing, shut up twit."

"You did not finish your sentence."

"I said shut up."

"I do not feel like doing that," Near stated rebelliously.

"Piss off."

Mello mouthed the word "sucker" to him.

"…Why are you still here?" Tori snapped.

"Then I will take my leave." The albino stood up, shuffling away.

"That was odd…" the other Wammy student commented.

"…What the hell was that…"

He shrugged. "No idea. No one knows what the hell is going on in his mind."

"…Hey Mello."

"Yeah?"

Tori grinned mischievously. "Why did you sit between us?"

"…Because."

"Because why?"

"…"

"Answer me…" Her tone changed to a serious one.

"…Because Near was trying to make me look like a loner standing by myself, so I had to prove him wrong in his face! …Yeah. That's right."

"You're lying…"

"…What makes you say that?" Mello shifted uncomfortably.

"You're hesitating."

"...I need to think about the wording of my sentences before I say them?"

"No, you don't. I know you. You're like lightning, you say things before thinking about them."

He frowned. "Are you calling me rash?"

"Yes, I am. Don't try to change the subject! And why am I still on your lap?"

A random crowd was walking past, noticing the couple. "OH MY- WHAT ARE THEY DOING?"

Mello stood up automatically, causing the teenage girl to fall onto the ground.

"OW!" she yelped.

He tried to hold in his laughter, smirking. "…Pfft."

"Shut up." Tori glared at him, giving him a light push. Then she pulled out a slice of chocolate torte. "And you can't have any!"

"Why not?" Mello eyed the chocolate-ness.

"You hurt me!"

"…I'm sorry?"

"And I only have one fork." She cut off a small piece and held it up to the blond teenager on the fork. He opened his mouth and-

"HAHA!" The girl snatched it back.

"WEJKRFNQJWK!"

She put the piece into her mouth. "Yum. …It's too rich. Want it?"

"…Yes."

"You have to use this fork though."

"Okay?"

"I already used it."

"So? Chocolate is chocolate."

"…Fine." Tori handed it to him.

"Victory!"

And so this chapter ends boringly with Mello 'om nom nom'ing on chocolate cake.