Disclaimer: Death Note and all its characters belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. As you can see, or not, these characters are all in what would appear to be a "Alternate Universe" world. I have put them there for my own amusement and, hopefully, yours. Enjoy.

Rated M for eventual kinky lemon and language.

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Chapter 2 / Meeting Again

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"Class, this is Mai-"

"Matt. I prefer to be called Matt if you don't mind, Mr. Namikawa."

"Fine . . ."

As soon as it clicked, Mello looked up desperately. There his old friend stood, clothed in a black and white striped shirt, sleeveless tan zip-up with fur hood, and tight blue jeans. He had a black messenger bag slung over his shoulder. The brunette was already staring at him sadly. No one else could tell because of his goggles, but Mello knew that face so well. The blond stared back at him scathingly.

"You may sit down now, Matt. The seat in front of -" Mr. Namikawa pointed to Mello.

"It's Mello." Mello muttered, keeping his eyes on Matt.

"Oh yes. Mr.-" Mr. Namikawa looked down the class list. "Keehl. You don't use your real name either. None of the Wammy's House children do. Fortunately, I've heard about you from the other teachers. I will allow you to eat chocolate bars in class, but please do not eat too many." Mr. Namikawa exclaimed, frowning slightly.

". . ." Mello disrupted his stare at Matt to stare angrily at Mr. Namikawa.

"Anyway, Matt, you may sit down now." Mr. Namikawa muttered, returning Mello's stare for a moment before turning away.

Matt nodded and proceeded to his seat. By then Mello had returned his angry stare to the brunette gamer. Matt stopped abruptly in front of his seat and stood there quietly for a moment. Then he slowly turned Mello's way and smiled. Reaching into his messenger bag, he pulled out a white box and handed it to Mello. The blond narrowed his eyes and deepened his already evil glare.

"A box of Belgian chocolates I thought you'd like." Matt said, his voice slightly quivering. Obviously he could sense Mello's super stare, and it was only now beginning to bother him.

Mello nearly lost his composure. Half of him wanted to burst into tears (which would NEVER, EVER happen in front of all these people) and the other half wanted to beat the brunette to a bloody pulp (which sounded more like his image). He decided to swat the box away. Bad idea. Matt's grip had been weak and carefree and he hadn't expected Mello to hit the box . . . this resulted in the box falling to the floor and all the chocolate spilling out.

Several students gasped and a few picked up a chocolate off the floor hastily and ate them happily (5 second rule!). Mr. Namikawa was leaning against his desk at the front, his arms crossed and mouth turned into a deep frown. L, Light, Near and Mikami were all looking at each other and at Matt and Mello. Matt and Mello meanwhile, continued their quiet staring contest, both of their arms still outstretched. It was Mello that broke the silence.

"Long time no see. The gesture is nice, Matt . . . but . . . Stupid chocolate is NOT going to make up for the eight FUCKING years you were gone!" Mello snapped. Flipping Matt off, he stood up and walked very fast out of the classroom, Mr. Namikawa's warnings hitting deaf ears. Once he reached the hall, he broke into a run and didn't stop until he reached the school's front doors. He went outside and sat down on the concrete stairs.

"Well, that was stupid of me." he chuckled, looking up at the clear blue sky. "My emotions get the best of me again." He frowned and looked at his feet. "Stupid . . ."

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For a moment, everything was still. The students were all looking at each other and at Mr. Namikawa (who was flushing a dark red). The remaining Belgian chocolates lay untouched and forgotten. Matt was staring quietly at the floor. He sighed and sat down after a few seconds and didn't say anything. Mr. Namikawa broke the silence.

"Well . . . Class . . . We should probably continue with attendance . . . But first, could someone please retrieve Mr. Keehl for me?" Mr. Namikawa asked, straightening his tie.

Everyone looked at each other, but said nothing.

"I will, Mr. Namikawa." L declared, standing up. "My name is L."

"Very well . . . Please return with Mello as soon as you can. Thank you." Mr. Namikawa nodded and checked L's name off the attendance list.

"Yes, sir." Bowing, L walked out of the classroom.

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When L found Mello, the blond didn't even look over. He was lying in the grass beside the school stairs, gazing up at the sky thoughtfully and eating a Lindt chocolate bar he had found in his pocket.

"Mello." L addressed the blond delicately, sitting down beside him and pulling out a cherry lollipop for himself.

"L." Mello replied, biting a large chunk of chocolate.

"Nice out today . . ." L said, a melancholy smile playing on his lips.

"L, did you come to get me?" Mello asked, glancing at L for the first time.

"Yes."

". . . Did you come to lecture me too?"

"Bingo."

"Get it over with then." Mello sighed.

"Mello . . . You really have to learn how to control your feelings."

"Well, it's better than you, you barely how any emotion. And anyway, I could have beaten Matt to a bloody pulp. Did I? No. I controlled myself." Mello took a satisfying bite of his chocolate.

L ignored the emotionless comment and stared intently at Mello. "Well, I think you care too much about your beloved Matt to ever hurt him. Badly, that is."

Mello choked on he piece of chocolate that was going down his throat. After a few seconds of beating his chest and puttering, he swallowed. He looked over at L, blushing brightly.

"W-Well, Matt was my best friend. I-I don't l-like him anyway other than that." Mello said quickly.

"I didn't imply anything of the sort . . ." L said, smirking.

"Yeah . . . Well . . . What about you and Light!?" Mello yelped, standing up and towering over L.

L' face remained calm, but a slight blush lit his cheeks. "I don't know what you are talking about, Mihael. Lighto and I are merely friends also."

"Yeah right! Light is smart, handsome and cool, and you love him!" Mello sneered.

"Don't be immature. Sounds like you like him also."

"-What?! Not that stupid- Hey . . . wait . . . you just admitted it! You like Light!"

"Mello, I do think you are hearing things. You should get your hearing checked." L said calmly, standing up. He and Mello stared at each other for a moment before L started to walk towards the doors.

"You should feel sorry. Matt was just standing there, looking like he was about to cry. And that beautiful Belgian chocolate lay forgotten and uneaten on the dirty floor." L exclaimed over his shoulder. He stopped at the edge of the stairs and looked back at Mello.

"-! Argh, yeah right. Matt would never cry." the blond objected, throwing his hands in the air.

"I didn't say he did. He looked like he was going to. Still . . . He was very sad."

"Tch. Whatever. Just shut up, Light-lover." Mello snapped, walking up beside L.

"Mello, what was your IQ again? I seem to remember someone smarter . . . Someone who didn't spit back childish comebacks."

"-What the hell are you talking about!?"

They argued all the way back to the classroom.

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:D COMPLETE!! This chapter was, of course, shorter ... Not much to change ... But whatever ... Hope you guys like ... New chapters coming soon!

Music: Randomness :D playlist (same as chapter 1)