October 7th: Mello ate your chocolate

Mello slipped into the dark kitchen, his boots perfectly silent. He could smell chocolate from two miles away and he was sure this house reeked of it.

Mello glanced on the counter, and was pleased to see a newspaper reading, "Chocolate Thief Terrorizes Tokyo Once Again". He chuckled, and delicately picking it up with his gloved fingers, he stuck it in his bag as a reward for himself. He would read it later.

Ready to begin his search for chocolate, Mello took a long whiff of the air. He paused. It appears that the chocolate had moved. How is that possible?

Mello heard a soft roar. He pulled his gun on instinct and spun around. The fireplace was suddenly lit. A dark figure, whose features were barely illuminated by only the fire, stood slouching. He held the coveted chocolate bars.

"I knew all along that you were the infamous chocolate thief, Mello," said the man.

Mello inhaled suddenly. "L?"

"That's right," L said. "It has been a while, hasn't it? Several years. But your love for chocolate hasn't changed a bit." The fire lit up his calm expression, accentuating the constant dark, black shadows under his eyes.

Mello gripped his handgun more tightly. "That's right, L, and I only hope you would have missed me as much I have you."

"Not particularly, to be honest," L said, indifferently. "But anyway, I don't assume you dropped by to catch up?"

"Not exactly," Mello growled. "So you should put down those chocolates right now before this gets bad."

L sighed. "Why am I not surprised you would shoot me for my chocolate?"

Mello seethed. "Just hand them over and I won't have to."

L shook his head. "I'm disappointed in you, Mel'." He reached his arm out and held the chocolates above the flames. "Here's where it gets really tricky. Wondering how the fireplace lit up so quickly? Just turn on the gas, and it comes on like magic. Now, you can choose to shoot me, and I will most certainly drop the chocolate. So you can lick it off a burning log, or you can allow me to detain you and call the police."

Mello's grip on the gun grew clammy and weak. He immediately drew into the offensive. "You'd turn me in, L- Kun? After all we've been through?"

"I'm willing to turn you in just as much as you're willing to shoot me, Mello- 'Kun'," L snorted. "Look at that. The chocolate's really warming up. Maybe you should decide soon."

Mello weighed his options in his mind. There wouldn't be any chocolate in prison. But how could he possibly bear to watch all those bars burn in the fire?

"Tick- tock, Mello." L reminded him. "It's getting really melty."

Mello had made his decision. "I pick the third option. Adios, L."

He ran over to the door and placed his hand on the knob, before hearing a shot and feeling a sharp pain pierce his leg. He collapsed and clutched where the bullet hit him.

"You're so stupid, Mello," L said, walking over to him. He turned Mello over onto his stomach and handcuffed him. "I'm a detective, too. I carry a gun. I know, it's crazy, right?"

Mello groaned in defeat.

"You've certainly digressed over the years," L said, sounding utterly pissed off. "It's almost a little embarrassing for me."

Mello glared at him in response. Then he looked wistfully to the chocolate bars, still in the detective's hand.

"Oh, these?" L said, holding them out in front of him. "They do look good. I'm not really hungry, though. I guess I have to get rid of them."

"Wait!" Mello begged. "Come on. No. Please don't."

"Sorry, Mel'," L unsympathetically replied. "Life is hard." With that, he slowly tossed the chocolate bars in the fire, one by one.

Thank you very much for reading! xD