Getting lunch wasn't too hard, as long as Mello was reminded of his chocolate shortage, he'd do anything.

Now, to get to the feared toystore and waiting for hours to get the stupid kit Near ordered.

thankfully, the line wasn't too long...

only about 500 people in line...

Hey, good to be optimistic, right?

Matt stayed in line with Mello, who was muttering curses to himself and twitching his leg. He was mad and Matt knew it.

just a few more minutes, and they'd open the gates...

"ARE YOU READY, KIDS, FOR THE GREATEST TOY TO EVER BE SOLD IN THIS SHOP?" the louspeaker blared, followed by lot of children screaming and yelling.

Oh great...

The doors opened and everyone poured into the small toy shop. Matt had to restrain Mello from kiling passing people with small children.

They saw a careless kid holding the box lightly in one arm, and Mello grabbed the box, grabbed Matt, and ran.

Mello didn't stop running until they were back at their Hotel room. Mello locked the door quickly and spazzticly looked around the room.

"Mello, are you okay?" Matt said, putting his hand on the insane blond's shoulder.

Mello whipped his head around and kissed his friend on the lips, and started frenching him and doing inhuman things with his tongue.

Matt tried struggling, but saw the gun in Mello's free hand and thought better of it.

"Maaaaattttyyyy, I want you to sing to meeee..." Mello said, almost sounding drunk.

"Mello, I can't-"

"SING DAMN YOU!" Mello howled, dragging him on the bed and straddling his green-haired friend across the stomach.

"AGH, MELLO! GET THE FU-" He was silenced as he realized that Mallo's hand was rested on his crotch.

Now, Matt wasn't gay, he never was, never will be, but the intrusion was making him hard...

"Mello, get your hand off my balls."

"Sing, Damn you..." Mello said tiredly.

"Uhh..." he groaned, half in arousal and half in annoyance.

"Sing me a lullaby, the one you used to sing every night to yourself when we were roommates." Mello specified, laying backwards and putting weight on the hand that was intruding Matt's space.

" Love is like the angel

that never flies alone

it always had a partner

to lead it to the throne

but one day the angel dissappeared

and she was left alone

and as the path to sadness neared

she walked the path to home." Matt sung, desperate to get Mello off him.

"hummm...y'know, that's more of a... poem, ya know? you could be a poet... or a singer.." Mello said sleepily.

"Mello, Ive known that song for years."

"I know, but still..." Mello said, lifting himself up and scooting back so he sat on the intruding hand.

"Mello, get the hell off..." Matt said weakly.

"No."

"Why not?"

"cuz I want you to sing more." Mello said, squeezing lightly on Matt's hard crotch.

"Mello, stop, off." Matt said.

Mello pulled out the gun he was holding.

"Sing."

Matt sang a variety of songs, opera, german sonhs, love songs, random songs, rock songs, everything he could think of.

And finally, when he sang a german lullaby, Mello fell forward and started to snore.

Matt laid there dumbfounded. a german lullaby was all it took? how wierd...

Now... to take care of the hardness in his crotch...

Wait... shit...

"How DO I get it out?" Matt panicked.