Hello all, and welcome to the second chapter! I think it's time we get back into the swing of things. :3

Death Note does not belong to me. Mira, however, does. Enjoy!

The better part of that night Mello spent at one of the local bars; one he frequented more than others. The drinks were cheap, the music was good, and the ladies were plentiful. It wasn't too hard for someone like him to get girls, either. Chicks fell easily for the bad boys with power. And, adding to the fact that he went around with his hood up, he was rarely seen without at least two girls clinging to him.

However, it wasn't the hunt for cheap love that had called him to the bar on this night. The usual crowd of gals flocking him did not interest him; in fact, they only served to annoy him. More than once, Mello found himself snapping angrily at the wide-eyed women, sending them away like frightened puppies. While they, and the bartender, thought that his temper was stemming from his heavier than usual drinking, Mello knew exactly where this bitter attitude was coming from.

Mira.

Mello had found that, on his entire ride over to the bar, the blonde bimbo had been on his mind. He'd just wanted to have a good night with some pretty ladies, but instead, he wound up drinking more than usual in an attempt to drown out his thoughts of that damn girl. Which eventually worked—unfortunately, however, this victory was accompanied by some bad nausea and head pains, as well as some stumbling.

When it got to the point that the music was annoying him, Mello pulled his phone from his pocket, just managing to make out the time: Three-thirty in the morning. He stared blankly at his phone, taking a few moments to process this new information, before he snorted, shoving the device back into his pocket and standing. He'd had enough of these people for now. He suddenly felt the desire to go home, to lie down in his comfy bed and pass out. The next day was going to be brutal, but he'd let future him deal with that.

Stumbling out the door of the bar into the cool night air, Mello once more pulled his phone out of his pocket. After a couple of tries, he managed to dial the number of a cab, and within a good twenty minutes, he was on his way home.

The drive back to the hideout was quiet, yet calming. The windows were opened slightly, allowing the night breeze to cool off his being. Mello pressed his head against the side of the door, closing his eyes briefly. His world was spinning, like an amusement park ride, and he wanted off of it. Slowly, he opened his eyes, looking out the window to the sky. From the many lights of the never-sleeping city, the sky glowed a low, purple-orange. Another snort from the blonde. "I remember when the sky had stars," he slurred aloud to no one. He was, of course, referring to his days at Wammy's House, back in England. It had been such a quiet place. He could look into the sky and only see stars on an endless black sky.

These nostalgic feelings made the rest of the world fade into nothingness—that is, until the taxi driver asked him for his fare. They were there. Grumbling to himself, Mello paid the man and stepped out into the night.

The lights to the building were all out, as they should be. By now, Matt would've given up on the idea of Mello coming home late, let alone calling for a ride home. It was an ominous scene.

A sharp pain shot through Mello's head. Biting back a sharp word, he reached up, placing his hand against his head. 'Might as well get inside…'

With a final, light shake of his head, Mello meandered to the door, tugging on the doorknob. For a moment, he wondered why the door would not open, but then he remembered what time it was and dug for his key. When he finally found that, it took him a minute or two to actually get it into the lock, as his hands refused to stay steady for him.

Finally, the door was unlocked, and Mello tripped on inside. What he saw outside hadn't been a lie; the place was pitch black. Flipping the lights on, Mello stumbled on up the steps, tripping at least twice as he made his way to his room. Finally making there, he pushed the door open.

The heavy, familiar smell of chocolate found its way into his nostrils. A sigh escaped his mouth unintentionally. Despite how furious his stomach was at him, he was at peace now that he was home. Mello yanked his jacket off, tossing it into the dark room. He started the trek to his bed, shutting his bedroom door behind him. By the time he was at the side of it, his shirt and boots were off. Good enough to sleep in. Mello was set to lie down and fall straight into the deepest of sleeps…

"Wha-What the hell?!"

As quickly as he got into bed he was standing, and as quickly as that he was on the floor, having fallen over himself. Call him crazy, but he was sure that there was another body in his bed!

He was about to flee to Matt's room to awaken the redhead (he'd scream, but the guy slept pretty heavily) when his suspicions sat up in his bed. Through the darkness, and the faint light peeking out from under his door, Mello could see two faint, blue eyes looking at him. A voice in their direction said, "Oh, you came back…"

A pang of rage suddenly hit Mello like a truck. He wobbled back to his feet, pointing a finger at the dame. "What the hell, bitch?! This is my room, and you're in my bed! Why are you here?"

Rubbing her eyes sleepily, Mira replied, "The other guy said he'd find me a place to sleep tomorrow. He said you'd be gone all night, so it wouldn't be a problem."

So, it was Matt's fault that the blonde was under his covers. He'd have a nice little "talk" with Matt later. But, for now, there was the matter at hand. "That doesn't matter to me. Get out of my bed."

He'd expected the little dope head to get up and listen to him. Like a good little girl. Instead, to his surprise, Mira huffed, turned to face the other side, and replied, in a yawn, "It's already late… I'm not moving from here, and that's final. So deal with it."

Mello's eyes widened. 'Well… That's a different tone from earlier…' He had half a mind to yank the girl to her feet by the front of her shirt. Okay… Less than half a mind. Alcohol was one hell of a thing. "Fine, be that way," he spat back, climbing into the bed next to her. "I'm not going to let you keep me from sleeping in my bed."

As he was settling himself under the covers, he heard Mira mutter, "Suite yourself Mello…"

Mello's eyes were heavy, and yet, they did not immediately close. His bed felt strangely warm, more comforting than usual… 'No, it's just my imagination…'

Just then, he remembered something. What Mira had said to him just before he'd left for the night. "Hey, brat…"

He quickly paused, hearing the steady, low breathing coming from her. Mello hesitated for a moment before he lifted a hand, laying it on her arm. Completely relaxed… The girl was fast asleep already. He brought his hand back to his side, turning over to face the direction opposite she was lying.

"Whatever… I'll ask her tomorrow…"

And with that, Mello was in the dead of sleep himself. This was going to be a long stay from this freak…

End of chapter two! Thank you again for reading, see you soon!