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Sorry this took a while, but I kept re-writing it. XP Enjoy!

Warnings: Bad language, Cross dressing & yaoi.

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Mello

After yelling at Matt and slamming the door, I plopped myself down non-too gracefully on the bed and thought about the plan that will undertake. Running through a brief description of what will be needed and memorizing everything that Amane girl did, said and acted through my mind. This is very risky and I can't afford to mess up again. But if I succeed and can get as much information out off Yagami as I can, I could and will beat my rival, Near, and solve the Kira case.

Sighing, I leant back into the soft plush cushions that lay on the queen sized bed, relaxing my body into them. But as my body was relaxing, my mind was still 100% active, still summarizing the plan over and over; Meaning that I was nervous. But I wouldn't let that show and get the better of me. No, being nervous only causes stupid mistakes and it's also a sign of weakness and I'd sooner die than be weak.

I grabbed a note pad and pen that were on the bedside table and started scribbling down what I needed for the disguise of Misa Amane. This included; Lolita dresses, black fishnet tights, short skirts, revealing tops and leather boots. All black, of course. I also needed blonde hair extensions, brown contact lenses and that dark makeup she always wore. Grunting in disapproval, I contemplated on asking Matt to help me get the stuff, but then again the bastard would mock me for it and only get in the way.

I had finally decided that I'd go to the closest mall alone and walked out the bedroom. I received a hopeful look from Matt, he assuming that I had forgiven him but only having that look shatter when I grabbed my leather jacket from the coat rack.

"Where are you going?" Matt asked immediately, standing up from up from his spot on the couch.

"Out." I answered coldly.

"Out where?" He persisted.

"None of your fucking business," I snapped, putting a leathered hand on the door handle that leads to the outside. I opened it slightly, but only to have it roughly slammed shut when Matt's palm made contact with it. "Matt, get off." I growled through gritted teeth. When I got no response from the redhead I tried to remove his hand from the door, but failed miserably as the idiot was much stronger than me, as much as I hate to admit it.

"Matt!" I yelled, getting more pissed off with him, "What the fuck is your problem!?" He spun me around so that I was facing him and pushed me forcefully into the door. The gamer pulled his goggles down from his eyes so that they were dangling down from his neck and gave me a stern look. I scoffed, finding his look not very intimidating but amusing. I couldn't take Matt seriously enough to find it intimidating. But this displeased him more and by my shoulders, he pushed me further into the wood and I'm sure I'd have some bruises where his fingers were gripping the flesh and that could interfere with the plan.

I growled at him, he was really started to get on my last nerve. Does he think he's dominant over me? Does he really think he can stop me from going out? I grinned at the idiotic thought. Of course he does, he still doesn't know his place. He still hasn't learnt who's the bitch in this relationship, and it ain't fucking me. I let him top me only because I find being on bottom more pleasurable, not because I'm submissive. Sure he has a bigger and stronger build than me, but I can still beat him down to nothing.

"Matt..." I started, trying to sound as calm as I possibly could but I sounded very sadistic and breathless, "Who do you think controls who in this, relationship, we have?"

The gamer blinked a few times, but only to grin a few moments later and to answer my question, he squeezed my shoulders tightly, meaning he thought he was superior. This caused me to chuckle slightly.

"Oh, Matt. How naive of you. Do you really think that?"

"Of course I do," He finally spoke, "I'm the one who makes you scream, yeah?"

"That means nothing." I said sternly, all the smugness leaving my face. "I can still be dominant over you, even if I am on bottom."

Matt scoffed, "If my memory isn't deceiving me, I believe it was you who use to be all weepy and always wanted, no expected me to protect you."

I rolled my eyes, "Matt, that was when we were like, 6. I'm a total different person now."

"No kidding," He retorted.

I glared up at the redhead, not wanting him to think he can control me or think of me his bitch. And not wanting to be pressed up to the door any longer, my knee made contact with his crotch and he gave a quick yelp in pain, giving me plenty of time to get of his grip.

"Son of a bitch! What was that for!?" He yelled in pain as he clutched his groin protectively.

"Two reasons," I said, "One, I was uncomfortable and two, I am your master. You do not treat your masters that way."

"Master!?" He yelled in fury, "Like hell you are. That's fucking sadistic, Mello."

I grinned. "Why yes it is, Mattie, and don't you just love me for it?"

He rolled his turquoise eyes at my fake innocence and plodded himself back onto the couch playing his DS. "Whatever, go if you want to."

"Why thank you Mattie, I feel so much better now that I have your permission." I said, the sarcasm dripping from my tone.

"So you should." He smirked.

"Fuck you, asshole,"

"Love you too, babe."

Ignoring the witty bastard, I stormed out the apartment with my hands in my pockets. How fucking dare he!? I'm going to teach him a lesson once I get back, for sure. Stupid mother fucker, I'm kinda glad now that once I'm 'Misa' I get some time away from the prick.

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This was meant to be longer, but I cut the rest of the chapter out that I wrote and will use it for the next.