AN: Well, as you can tell, I'm the kind of person who writes absurdly long author notes for absolutely no reason, cause no one reads them anyway. XD Really, I mostly write them to avoid the more unpleasant things I'm supposed to be doing…like, say, defining vocabulary words on ancient Rome (that I was supposed to finish 2 weeks ago), defining words like 'regolith' for science (WTF is with these stupid teachers and definitions?!) and a bunch of math homework…and don't even mention spanish…I literally have a one percent right now. (it's fucking hilarious, right!!? XD)

ANYway…before I get on with it and tell you what happened to fluffy-nutters, I'm going to tell you what musik I'm listening to! (cuz that TOTALLY pertains to the story…) well…lets see…SUPERSTAR by Toy Box, Bad Boy by Cascada, The Sailor Song by Toy box, Dinosaurs Go Rawr by Amy Can Flyy, and Scream for My Ice Cream by Blood On The Dance Floor.

Yes, I'm in a techno-pop mood. Ftw. XD

Oh, and I hate George Bush. That'll make sense after you read more.

Now…ONWARD!!! FORTHWITH! WITHOUT FURTHER ADO!

________(This line is named Steve. Steve says hi.)____________________________________

Matt's mouth dropped open in shock as the bang echoed off their surroundings. Near crumpled to the concrete without so much as a squeak, blood pooling around his head. Mello laughed to himself and blew smoke off the tip of the gun's barrel. Matt partially regained his senses and stared at Mello incredulously, sputtering.

"What the FUCK, Mello?! Like two minutes ago you were trying to fuck him, now you decide to blow his head off?!"

Mello raised his eyebrow and smirked in the manner of a pedophile. "Wow, Matt, the way you phrased that makes it sound so dirty. You want me to blow your head off instead?" he swayed his hips provocatively and licked his lips, twirling the gun around his finger.

Matt turned bright red. "You've got fucking issues dude."

Mello beamed at the compliment, then knelt next to Near and pressed two fingers to the albino's neck. He pouted, stood back up and crossed his arms.

"Aww, that's no fun. I hit his ear. He just fainted. Psh, pansy."

Matt was about to respond when the harsh cry of sirens cut through the night. He and Mello exchanged panicked looks. The cops were close. Real close. Matt grabbed Near and flung him over his shoulder and was about to grab Mello's hand to pull him along, but Mello darted out of his grip.

"Hey, not so fast," he said, still smirking, "This party's just getting started." He propelled himself up onto the top of a giant blue dumpster nearby, then used the gutter to hoist himself onto the roof of their hideout. He didn't bother to crouch, but strutted confidently, twirling the gun once more.

"Hey, I can see them! I think they see me too!" He seemed entirely too happy to have been spotted. Sure enough, within moments the cops had screeched to a halt around the building and had called for another car as backup. Two of them ran from their car and began to get closer to where Matt and Near were—along with the dead guy.

"Shit!" Matt cursed, repositioning Near on his shoulder. Stupid idiot was out cold, and right when they all needed to be running for their lives too.

"You, on the roof! Drop the weapon!" Matt heard the other cops ready their guns. He ducked behind the dumpster as the cops searching the building came around the corner, and heard their gasps as they saw the dead body.

"Look around, there might be another perpetrator still lurking!" one of them commanded the other. Matt's heart raced. He was screwed! Throwing all caution away, took a breath and yelled.

"MELLS, I NEED A DISTRACTION HERE!!!"

"ALRIGHT!" Mello replied, then sauntered over to the edge of the roof. "Hey you! Pigs!" he called down to the cops. "Take this!" He took aim with deadly accuracy and shot the pistols from their hands, then lept down from the roof, landing on top of one of the patrol cars, causing it to bounce on its shocks.

"H-hey! We need backup over here!!" one of the cops yelled, and the cops on Matt's tail ran to help. Matt scrambled out of hiding and ducked into the bed of a nearby pickup truck, covering himself and Near with a tarp. He peeked out through a hole in it and watched as Mello made his move.

The blonde stood atop the police car, tossing the gun back and forth between his hands.

"Ma'am, come down this instance or I swear on George Bush I will shoot you dead!" Porky (Matt's nickname for the fatter of the two cops that had been on his tail) cocked his gun and aimed for Mello's chest. Matt flinched. Porky just HAD to go and hit that nerve, didn't he?

"Damnit, I'm a GUY!!!" Mello roared. "What part of deep voice and flat chest don't you people get?!" he fired haphazardly at Porky then ducked just in time to miss Porky's lethal shots and take a bullet to the arm instead.

"Shit! I really hadn't intended to shoot you guy's! but now…Fuck! That hurts!" Mello shouted, readied his gun, then fired off four rounds, hitting cop 1 in the foot, cop 2 in the knee, cop 3 in the stomach, and Porky in the neck. He leapt down from the car, and Matt Jumped out of the truck, dragging Near on the ground behind him.

"Mello, what--?!"

"Just fucking RUN, dude!"

Matt didn't need to be told twice. He threw Near at Mello, ("Your fault, Your turn to carry him.") Then they took off into the night, half terrified, half laughing their asses off.

^_^

yes I know. Absurdly short chapter. So sue me.