I was yelled at for another chapter, so this was created! Yep, I know my updates are really bad... I'd like to say I'm usually better, but I've been having such crap writers block recently. I know this is a bit random. Maybe the next chapter will be better? Yeah, maybe. I don't like this one much, it seems kinda like a filler to me. Heh.

I still don't own Death Note! Tis so sad T_T I also don't own Hadouken!, but I love their music :D Maybe go and google/youtube them? Heh.

Matt spent the rest of the day catching up on his games, while Mello moaned constantly about being unable to do any more for the case. He was meant to be dead, after all. Eventually, the complaining of his companion began to grate on a nerve. Now that wasn't a frequent happening, not at all.

He turned from his screen, suprising Mello slightly. "Mello. Stop complaining, we've helped Near to be capable of completely the case, and avenging L, isn't that enough?"

He really should've known better, on reflection. Almost instantly, he was dragged from his comfortable stop on the floor by the front of his stripy shirt, being lifted a centimetre or two off the ground to find himself nose-to-nose with a very suddenly furious blond.

"What the hell." Matt winced slightly as he heard the venomous tone in the older boy's voice, mentally kicking himself, and preparing for the thorough in-your-face screaming that he was almost certain was about to come.

But it didn't. Instead came a threatening calm that was possibly worse than being screamed at.

"Matt. I wanted to be the one to avenge L. I did not intend on throwing the case straight to Near." He really sounded furious. His hands were shaking as he gripped Matt's shirt with a strength that he was sure would rip the fabric. It was horribly uncomfortable to be held off the floor for prolonged amounts of time, with stitching digging against his arms, as he kept as limp as he could to try and keep the material intact.

After quite a while, Mello's grip loosened, and Matt crashed straight into the floor, unhurt but shocked as he stared up at the blond with confused eyes, partially hidden by orange lenses.

There was awkward moment of silence, before Mello suddenly held out a hand, which Matt took, and hauled the red head to his feet, before letting go quickly and going to get himself another chocolate bar. Matt frowned a little, rubbing his chest, slightly before he settled down back to his game. In the short amount of time between Mello leaving the room, and Mello returning with chocolate, he was already engrossed in his game, not noticing the eye roll and sigh directed at him, as silver foil was torn from a bar, not hearing the usually annoying snap of chocolate being broken off.

Matt's games easily took all of his attention. Mello disliked not being the centre of attention. It was probably unjustified, but hadn't the crimson haired teen thought he was dead? So shouldn't he still to mentally happy that he was alive? It made sense to Mello. To Matt, going back to his usual routine made sense, as he flicked a cigarette butt into the bin, before snatching himself up a new one, and lighting it up.

Within the space of an hour and several bosses, Matt had successfully chain smoked through an entire packet of the cancer sticks, much to Mello's annoyance. He hated the smell of second hand smoke lingering around the room. More than once before, he'd ranted at the red head for his deadly addiction for hours on end. And the whole time, Matt would be smoking his way through a pack.

It was ironic really. Matt had survived a seemingly impossible situation, and was now probably going to die early anyway. It didn't annoy Mello because he cared. Hell no… The blond didn't really care about anything, right? Right. He nodded to himself thoughtfully, still going unnoticed. No, he cared about the fact he spent most of his time living in an apartment that smelt permanently of smoke. Urgh.

He continued to snap pieces off his chocolate, while Matt concentrated. Honestly, he did notice Mello, but chose to ignore everything. The snapping was beginning to annoy him though. He was a little on edge today, really. Near death must do that to a guy, he concluded, tapping at buttons as quickly as he could.

Matt flicked on the radio, skimming through stations as he tried to find some music that didn't sound like a rapper being strangled. He wasn't a fan of… Well, rap. Or R&B.

Different music kept blaring, until he eventually found a station that wasn't playing totally lousy music. In his opinion, anyway. Matt would've settled for just about anything. As far as Mello could remember, the younger boy loved some band called 'Hadouken!' at the moment. Something like that. Random lyrics blasted throughout the apartment, and he could see Matt inwardly jumping around to the beat.

The red head had a habit of jumping around manically to music, head banging with his air guitar. Total dork. Not that Mello minded. It was nice to have such an eccentric friend. Well. Maybe that was a little harsh. After all, he was the one with the hair-brained plots and leather/chocolate addiction. Maybe Matt was more normal? Nah, not possible.

Mello smiled to himself aimlessly, leaning back on the couch, his head lolling over the back, so he was left to stare at the ceiling. It didn't have any interesting patterns, or anything similar. Just blank, boring white. Like Near. Mello frowned for a moment, before turning to Matt with a grin.

"Let's paint the ceiling."

Matt frowned, pausing his game to turn and stare at Mello.

"Are you insane?" he asked, trying to sound as polite as possible in that sort of situation. "There's nothing wrong with the ceiling," he added, glancing up at it, still with the same vaguely confused and concerned look on his face.

"It's boring, and no, I'm not crazy." Mello scowled. He hated it when people called him mad. Which he was, in some ways, but that didn't mean he liked it. His mood swings meant that Matt usually just went along with whatever he came up with, but he seemed to have suddenly developed an interest for opposing the blond. Not safe. Well, it probably was, since it was him… But still.

Matt rolled his eyes, before turning back to his beloved Mario game, earning himself a slap around the head. Damn, Mello could move fast. He pulled his goggles back into place quickly, before sighing dramatically, almost like Mello would.

And the blond noticed this, too. He grabbed the red head by the arm, dragging him across the floor towards the door, earning a series of annoyed and pained squeaks as his shirt rode up, the carpet burning across his back. Mello paused, staring at the younger of the two for a moment, before pulling him to his feet.

Matt rubbed his back as best as he could, frowning sadly. Same old Mello, it seemed.

"So. Let's go buy paint," he mumbled. And he'd been so happy with his game. It was still on pause, which was good. He'd be able to play it when… Oh. When they were done painting. Because there was no way Mello would allow him to be distracted when he wanted something done.

A set of keys were thrown at him, and he caught them deftly, looking at Mello in confusion.

"I'm getting a coat, and my wallet. Go start the bike, idiot," he told him, wishing he could've come up with a better insult. He left the room to search his bedroom for the money he knew was there, leaving Matt to wander down to the motorbike.

Matt spent a good minute staring at the bike, before he heard a door slam somewhere above his head, inside the apartment block, and quickly started up the engine, giving it a quick pat, before Mello emerged, humming aimlessly. He seemed in an oddly good mood. Not that he was going to complain. Although, Mello's mood swings were confusing, at best.

The blond swung his leg over the bike, and Matt quickly climbed onto the sleek machine behind him, pausing for a moment, before catching hold of slim, leather covered hips as the motorbike was revved up. He had always preferred cars.

Yay, did you enjoy? As I said, I'm not so sure about how good this chapter is. Next up; paint it bought and a ceiling is painted! Such a random idea... Should I throw in a little yaoi? Might be amusing for me to attempt to combine the two... But not too difficult, I don't think... Review and tell me what you think? It make me update faster, especially if you tell me it's good then yell to update! *happy dance* So yeah. Good? Yaoi wanted? Just more updates? Then tell me! Please? :3