I do not own death note... Thanks to flamablechoklit and Gerashaltnotkill for the reviews! You guys gave me the push I needed to post the 2nd chapter.

The redhead walking home late at night felt a little foolish. He had gone to the store to pick up the dog food his blonde companion had asked for and been in for quite a shock when he found out there was more then one kind of dog food. The girl at the store had asked him how old the dog was, what breed the dog was, did he want wet food or dry food and he hadn't had an idea of what to tell her.

He'd opted to let the girl at the store help him pick out the food; he went for these little packs of wet food that looked closest to human food. Honestly he didn't see any reason why anyone would eat the dry kibble that ordinary dogs ate. Besides if Mello brought this dog home it had to be a special one. He'd also grabbed a variety of toys, and other things the girl in the store insisted any new dog owner would need. All the while he kept thinking Mello better not be pulling my leg…

As he made it up the stairs he glanced at his watch and read the time of 12:00 on his watch. So it had taken him a few hours to get home… Mello shouldn't be too mad at him. Just to be on the safe side he opened the door quietly and slid in with making as little sound as possible. He set the bags from the store on the table and looked around the apartment for Mello.

He found him on the couch, lying stretched out fast asleep. Beside him was a little hair ball, curled up close to Mello's chest, the little head resting with its' forehead pressed near Mello's heart. The gamer had to smile at this sight, the idea of Mello being so gentle to something so small made him suppress an awe. He walked to find his camera and took a picture of the sight; black mail was sweet.

He couldn't help but watch the two together on the couch. He thought it was a little ironic that Mello would bring home a dog whose fur matched his own hair color. As he turned around to upload his blackmail to one of his laptops he stood in shock at what he saw. One of his games, chewed to bits on the floor by the kitchen, beside his slipper and a few torn up cigarette packs from the trash pile. His eyes narrowed under his goggles. "God Damn it, if it isn't Mello destroying my stuff in spite it's his hired dog…"

Matt heard a creak from the couch behind him and turned to watch Mello open his eyes slowly. He looked up at Matt before looking to the clock. "Four hours Matt?" He raised a half asleep eye brow, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"You let it eat my stuff?"

"That's what you get for staying out so late…"

"You stay out late all the time Mello…"

"That's different… I'm working not playing at the arcade…" The blonde sat up and stretched some. The yellow dog that had been nuzzled into his chest, wined in protest and looked up at him, blinking before getting up to turn slightly and close its eyes again.

"So you go out looking for a job that doesn't have to do with bullets whizzing past your head and come home with a dog?" Matt asks changing subjects before Mello woke up enough to become irritated enough to point his gun at him.

"I was not going to leave her to those Jack Asses in the ally…" Mello looked down at the yellow dog and watched its stomach rising and falling. It looked so peaceful as it slept and he sighed.

"So what's the newest addition to our families name mama?" Matt asks crossing his arms and leaning over the back of the couch to watch the thing sleep.

"I don't know…" Mello rolled his eyes at the comment and stood up slowly. "I don't even know what breed of dog it is… How big she's supposed to get… how old… If I'm actually keeping her… I mean what do either of us know about raising dogs?" He walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a chocolate bar out of the fridge and unwrapping it to snap off a piece.

It hadn't been longer then a minute when the little head had snapped up, eyes wide open looking for its blond bed warmer. It started whining and it jumped down off the couch looking around for the blond, it went trotting in the kitchen after Mello, pausing after seeing him. Then the pup noticed the red head who was staying silent and just watching the puppy with Mello.

"I'm sure I can figure out what breed of dog it is Mello… I think there was a book about a dog that looked similar. He looked down as the puppy picked up his slipper and brought it to the red head dropping the slipper at his feet and looking up at him, much like it had at Mello earlier in the evening. "Hey… Not my slipper…" Matt walked to the bag of goodies from the store and retrieved a stuffed fleece camel shaped toy. "Try this instead?" He offered the new toy to the pup, which watched the new toy with interest as Matt tossed it for her.

Little paws scraped at the tile floor in the kitchen to run across the room to grab the new toy, only to make a very astounding discovery, for a puppy at least. There was a squeaker in the toy. The puppy's eyes lit up with the new sound and soon was obsessed with trying to make the toy squeak across the room.

Mello came around the counter to watch the puppy and he shook his head. "You do realize she's going to keep that up all night…"

Matt just laughed. "I think it's great… Its like she's trying to give the squeaker CPR the way she's pushing her nose against it…" The gamer grabbed his laptop and started looking up dog breeds, it didn't take him long to walk over to Mello and show him a picture of a dog that looked similar to the one performing CPR on the stuffed camel across the room. "I give you the Labrador Retriever!"

Mello looked at the picture. "60-80 lbs? You're going to be a beast!" He shook his head and read some of the history under the picture.

"The early Labrador originated on the island of Newfoundland, now part of the province of Newfoundland and Labrador, Canada. The breed emerged over time from the St. John's Water Dog, also an ancestor of the Newfoundland dog (to which the Labrador is closely related). From the St. John's Dog, two breeds emerged; the larger was used for hauling, and evolved into the large and gentle Newfoundland dog, likely as a result of breeding with mastiffs brought to the island by the generations of Portuguese fishermen who had been fishing offshore since the 1400s. The smaller short-coat retrievers used for retrieval and pulling in nets from the water were the forebears of the Labrador Retriever. Eventually the dogs were brought to England on the fisherman's ships where they were used to retrieve water foul..."

Matt shrugged and pulled the laptop away. "The rest of the description goes on to say how they are a fun loving, easily trained and easy tempered family dog..."

Mello shrugged and looked at the puppy who by now was sniffing around the door. Mello raised an eyebrow and when he saw the dog start to squat he ran over to pick the dog up before it could mess in the apartment, and rushed it outside to let it go outside on the grass, he returned with her a few minutes later.

Matt applauded. "Yeah we have to work on that whole house training thing don't we?"

"You have to train them not to go in the house?" Mello asks.

"Yeah its like potty training! Or so this website dog care for dummies says…"

"Right…" Mello sighs and sits down on the couch rubbing his eyes again. "I think I bit off more then I bargained for when I brought you home pup…" He sighed and watched as the puppy grabbed its stuffed camel and brought it over to Matt, dropping the camel at his feet and pawing at his foot to get his attention.

Matt leaned down to try and grab the toy, but the puppy grabbed it and danced away with it. "Hey that's not fair!" Matt then got down on the floor and played a bit of tug of war with the dog. He eventually got it from the yellow ball of energy and threw it for her again.

Mello rolled his eyes. "You do realize now she's not going to stop bringing it back to you…"

"What do you mean?" Matt asks

"She brought your slipper back for an hour straight earlier… Between chasing her off of all your games, trying to keep her from eating your cigarettes and making sure she hasn't had another accident in the house its been a very busy four hours… You are cleaning up all your cigarettes tomorrow by the way… We are going to dog proof this house…"

"Why am I the only one getting blamed here?"

"Because its you who never puts your things away… You just throw things on the floor with out even a thought to organize trash from good stuff…"

"Aw That is so not true…"

"Uh huh… That's why she's got your Mario cart game in her mouth... From where it's been thrown beside the TV for the last three weeks…"

Matt's eyes widened and he spun around and jumped up to retrieve his game. "This is going to take some getting used to… and A lot of chew toys…"