I just randomly came up with this idea. :P

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Death Note

Genre: General/Romance(barely)/Humor

Characters: Matt, Mello

"Hey, Mello?" Matt said, not looking up from his game. He'd been playing while trying to ignore Mello's rant about how another person thought he was a girl.

"What?" Mello exclaimed, picking up the toaster and getting ready to throw it.

"Wait!" Matt cried, finally looking back at Mello. "I know a better way to fix this than you throwing stuff around and breaking it!"

Mello let out an angry sigh but put the toaster back down on the counter; though none to gently.

"How?"

Matt eyed the fridge. "In there we have a four litre container of milk, they say chugging one makes you more manly." He turned back to his game. "At least that's what I've heard."

Matt knew Mello was irrational when he was this angry, and he probably wouldn't be thinking clearly. Matt was delighted when he heard the fridge door open.

"You might want to chug it by the sink, in case you spill some," Matt muttered, trying to sound uninterested.

Mello snorted but, as Matt glanced over his shoulder, he turned to stand in front of the sink, jug of milk in his hand. He twisted off the cap and brought it to his lips.

"You're sure about this?" he asked.

Matt smiled widely, glad that Mello couldn't see him. "Positive."

The jug was up ended, and away Mello went. Matt turned around to play his PSP over the top of the couch so he could watch what he knew would be inevitable.

The anticipation was killing him when the container dropped below half.

Any second now.

Matt saw the first sign. Mello stopped his drinking for a moment and took a deep slow breath. Matt knew he was feeling it. But, stubborn Mello was determined to finish it and continued drinking.

Matt smiled. He's going to loose it in...

3...

2...

1...

Mello slammed the almost ¾ empty jug on the counter, bent over the sink, and started puking it all up.

Bouts of laughter rose up in Matt and he suppressed them – for a few moments at least – until he couldn't take it anymore and let it all out. He was gasping from lack of air and accidentally fell off the couch and onto the floor, his PSP flying to land just out of reach.

Matt closed his eyes and took deep breaths to calm himself, then stretched to reach his game. He was about to touch it when a gunshot rang out in the room and Matt's fingers retracted from the now broken PSP.

He looked up to where Mello was behind the couch, glaring at him with death in his eyes.

"You fucking did that on purpose!" Mello screamed, moving around the couch to pull Matt up by the front of his shirt. "I know you did!"

"It was a joke, Mello, honest," Matt whispered, fairly afraid of what Mello might do to him. "I'm sorry."

He cringed away from Mello's face; which was brought inches from his. "Matty's been a bad boy," Mello said evilly. "He must be asking for punishment."

Matt looked into Mello's blue eyes and saw the sadistic gleam to them.

Oh, shit.

The science behind it: It's impossible to chug a 4 liter milk jug because your stomach can only hold 2-3 liters. Therefore, at a certain point, you will always end up puking.

Kinda gross, but I laughed. :P

Please R&R. :)