A/N: i'm so sorry! I know this update is long overdue so I apologize for the wait! Honestly, this chapter scares me a little... its total crack really... meh, I also know its not as long as the other two :/ this chapter is also in all its un-beta'ed glory, sorry 'bout that.

Well, just tell me if I should have kept this chapter in my brain and had never let it out. ever.

Disclaimer: Own death note? I sure dont.

If silence could be deadly and looks could kill, Matt would be dead two times over at this point because the look Mello was giving him right then screamed: 'I want to kill you as slowly and painfully as possible'. After several seconds of tensed silence Mello opened his mouth, closed again and leapt at him.

Matt found himself falling backwards and subsequently getting the wind knocked out of him as he landed painfully on the hardwood floor. A raging blond perched on his hips and attempting to slap and punch him at the same time, he raised his arms in a feeble attempt to shield himself from the blows as Mello took out his rage on the redhead.

"Okay, okay! I get it, you're not a prostitute! Sorry!" Matt exclaimed, though it didn't help much…. In fact it seemed to make things worse.

"Of course I'm not a prostitute, why the hell would I be a prostitute! I mean what the fuck!"

"Erm…. Well, you kind of do…. You know….. dress like one.." Matt said, seconds after it left his mouth he realized just how stupid he was for mentioning that at a time like this.

Mello blinked once, raised his hand and slapped Matt across the face. Hard. "Bitch" he muttered climbing off of the red-head and standing above him, hands on his hips and scowling fiercely.

"Get up. Now" he ordered Matt, still looking murderous.

Matt obeyed silently, rubbing his reddened cheek with a slight pout, though at this point he as rather preoccupied with fearing for his life. Wouldn't that be a crazy way to go….. death by psychopath roommate. He shuttered at the thought and returned his attention to Mello who was surveying him in a rather predatory way which made Matt squirm uncomfortably.

Mello looked him over once more before grinning evilly "so Matty…. You want to make it up to me for calling me a prostitute, yeah?" he albeit purred.

Completely thrown off by this turn of events matt nodded his agreement because really, he did feel bad about the whole thing now that he know the truth.

"Good, now stay here a minute mm'kay?" Mello said, slipping around Matt and back towards the only bedroom. A growing sense of dread began to form in Matt's stomach as he watched the blond go 'well at least I didn't have to go with him' he thought with another shudder.

A minute later Mello returned, something in his hands which were behind his back, obstructing Matt's view. This was really starting to freak him out.

And if it hadn't before it was now because Mello brought his hand from behind his back and presented Matt with: a pair of pants. Leather pants.

No. fucking. Way.

Matt had absolutely zero desire to wear leather anything, ever. He began to back away slowly, there was no way in hell he was wearing leather pants, especially not ones that his crazy-as-fuck roommate was attempting to make him wear. No, there was waaaaay to much wrong with that whole thing to even be an option.

Mello smirked evilly, reaching out and catching hold of the front of Matt's shirt and pulling the redhead back towards him "if you don't put them on yourself I won't hesitate to…. Help you" he finished, that predatory smirk still gracing his otherwise fairly pretty features.

"So, I suggest you go ahead, before I'm forced to follow" he finished.

Like Matt needed any further convincing, he grabbed the pants from Mello then frowned down at the offending garment, promptly throwing it back at the other boy. He then turned tail and ran full sprint down the hall and into the bathroom, resisting the urge to scream 'rape' as he went, Mello hot on his heels.

Matt, upon reaching the bathroom slammed the door shut and locked it, praying that would keep the blond out… at least for awhile. Sliding down the floor his back against the wood of the door which was vibrating slightly since Mello seemed to be trying to break it down, Matt groaned "Real nice Matt, lock yourself in a bathroom, in the same house with the psychopath and have no way of contacting anyone else, just great."

"And now I've started talking to myself."

Maybe this whole roommate business was more trouble than it was worth.

Thoughts? Feelings? Should this weirdness that is chapter three never been born?

Matt: Someones not feeling self confidant today...

Andy: And I need to go to bed, i'm talking to Matt, who's not even Matt, just me being Matt...

okay first, I promise never to do that again. second, going to bed now...