[Maybe these will start having something resembling continuity. It makes it funnier in places, I think. And I had to do something with Matt's name, even though I personally write it as Miles, not Mail. Enjoy. XD

Mello hated being out in public. Since he'd melted half his face, disguise was pretty much out of the question, no matter how dark his sunglasses or strategically combed his hair; anyone with even a rudimentary description of him would recognize him from a crowded Tokyo city block away. Being in Japan, where a natural blonde was about as common an occurrence as an octopus attack in a sushi restaurant, didn't help matters.

He brushed his hair further over the left half of his face as he followed Matt into a small Tokyo bank. Matt hadn't bothered to disguise himself at all except to wear a slightly darker-tinted pair of goggles. He ignored the wrinkled noses of the other customers forced to stand in his cloud of cigarette smoke and approached the teller's desk, leaning across to give an easy smile to the pretty girl behind the computer.

"Hi there," he said in accented Japanese. "I'm making a withdrawal."

"Y-yes, sir," the girl said, slightly alarmed at his forwardness. Matt grinned and leaned toward her a little more. There was a flurry of offended whispers behind them. Mello growled inwardly. Draw a little more attention to us, why don't you?

The girl fixed her eyes on her computer screen, determined to remain professional in the face of this hormonal typhoon. "Name, sir?"

Matt winked. "You wouldn't be able to pronounce it. Just gimme the paper and I'll sign, and you can copy it in there."

"You couldn't have used an ATM?" Mello muttered in English.

"Nope," Matt said, glancing over his shoulder. "My real account is totally locked up. You can't get money out of an ATM with it."

"You know Roger said never to use our real names on anything! And why can't you use any of your other accounts?" Mello was drawing more annoyed eyes now, and he resisted the urge to pull up his hood. They didn't need to look any stranger.

"Well, duh," Matt said. "If I use my real name, they'll assume it's a fake name because I'm using it. And those other accounts are empty. You blew up three million dollars' worth of equipment, remember?"

The teller cleared her throat before Mello could tell him what to do with his three million dollars, and Matt turned back to her. "Sorry," he said. "What do you need?"

She pushed a slip of paper across the desk toward him, careful to pull her hand away before he could grasp her fingers. "Sign at the bottom, please," she said.

Matt picked up the pen chained to the desk and scribbled in almost-illegible hiragana. Mello's stomach clenched involuntarily at the sight of the name – how could he be so brazen as to use an account with his real—

No way.

No. Fucking. Way.

Matt felt a gloved hand clench hard on the back of his neck as he put the pen back. "Mail?" Mello hissed, so quietly that only Matt could hear the homicidal intent in his voice.

"Yeah," Matt said, inexplicably breaking out in a cold sweat. "Miles doesn't work and that's the closest the kana gets—"

"Mail?"

"Yes, now stop saying it before someone—"

The hand clamped down harder. "You spelled it that way on purpose."

"Spelled it what way?!"

"It's one letter away from fail!"

"Oh God, Mello—Mello, put the gun down. Mello, you don't want to do this. It's not the teller's fault, Mello, she didn't name me, there's no point in—"

BLAM.

"…Dammit, Mello. She was hot."

The teller was crumpled on the desk, stone dead.

The bank had frozen at the sound of the gunshot. Every person there stared at Mello and Matt. The teller at the next desk over fainted, but no one paid her any attention. Matt grinned weakly at them all and raised his hands. "Mello," he said through the side of his mouth, "You're an idiot. You'll have to kill them all now or there'll be witnesses."

Mello's sunglasses had slipped with the recoil of the first shot, and the look in his eyes was terrifying. He bared his teeth in a maniacal grin, twisting his mutilated face, and raised his gun.

They torched the bank to the ground before they left, leaving the bodies inside. Matt's bank statement blackened and curled at the center of the inferno, the ink crumbling to erase his name.