A/N: Blah blah blah, don't own Death Note, or The Princess Bride, which is basically what Matt's 'quoting' if you don't know. Which you should…
Matt had set up his pillows so that they were 'standing up,' in a sense, tall enough for him to strike down. He taped Light Yagami's—the prime Kira suspect, whom he hated with all his being—face to one, Misa Amane's to another, and a mask Near often used to a third.
He gripped his weapon tightly. He charged at Light first, after a small 'speech' of sorts, based off a movie he'd seen with the others. "My name is…" he muttered Mail Jeevas softly, afraid somebody would hear it and punish him, "… You killed L. Prepare to die."
He unleashed a rather loud, hearty battle cry as he did so. He aimed for the face repeatedly, attacking violently and yelling until the paper ripped to the point that it was unrecognizable. The pillow fell over, and he kicked it once more for good measure. Light Yagami was now dead. He smiled at that.
He panted, wiping some sweat off of his forehead. He still couldn't allow himself to rest, however. There were still two more enemies, one very deadly, although appearing to be innocent. Matt and Mello were both in danger. Matt could save both of them if he kept going.
He went after Misa next. Such a shame to have to ruin such a pretty little face, especially one that looked vaguely like Mello's. But he went through with it enthusiastically. Once he turned his weapon on Near, about to start his passionate speech on why he had to die for Mello to be happy, there was a knock at the bedroom door Matt had closed.
"Matt! Dinner's ready. Let's go."
It was Mello's voice. No! It was a trick, to stop him from saving the world from evil. Matt didn't let him in. "No, go away, evil Mello!"
Mello barged through the door, most likely having picked the lock somehow, as he'd done at every opportunity since he'd learned how. He held back laughter as he took in the scene before him. "Is that a lightsaber? That's cute." He said, sarcastically, as he stepped closer. "You're such a nerd. Let's go."
He sighed as Matt resisted, running away and hopping on the bed, brandishing his lightsaber somewhat-threateningly. Mello sighed, grabbing a struggling Matt by the shirt collar and pulling him off the bed. He dragged him through the door while being hit with the plastic weapon, while Matt screamed, "Die, evil Mello!" in hopes of getting him to release his grip. Mello finally stopped in his tracks, fed up of this behavior, and turned around to look at Matt with cold eyes.
"Cut it out, unless you want that shoved up your ass," he growled.
Matt looked back at him, wide-eyed and pale, as he dropped the lightsaber and followed him to the cafeteria.