A/N: Well, here's chapter 20, everyone! Thanks to those who reviewed: I have 50 reviews now! That's the most I've ever gotten for a story thus far, so thanks. And this will be updated Tuesday--the curse of the sucky, not fast enough typing has gotten to me yet again!

Disclaimer: Don't own the franchise, just the OC. I'm holding her hostage...OK, not really. But, hey, I gotta think up of ways to spice these disclaimers up!

Chapter 20: Spontaneity

For the next two weeks, we separately traveled on missions to tail Aizawa, Mogi, and Misa. It was a trade-off we agreed on: I would follow Misa one day, then Aizawa the next, etc. It made me consoled in the knowledge that we could focus on avenging my brother's death again, even if I had to carry out this menial task of watching these three people from afar. And, considering two were my colleagues and one my (believe it or not) female comrade, I had to disguise myself. After all, they probably would recognize me, Mello informed me, and the objective was to avoid getting caught. So, I donned a blond wig, shades, and clothes I bought at a store not too far away from our apartment.

"You know, V," Matt told me before we wandered outside one time, "you look hot as a blonde."

I blushed, though mostly out of unadulterated humiliation for appearing so stupid and phony; personally, I blamed that on the wig.

"Well, the fact of the matter is I prefer the hair I was born with, and, I would suggest you start liking my raven hair. For, undoubtedly, I will discard the wig once it's served its purpose," I retorted crisply, staring at an artificial strand I held with my repugnance

"Oooh, aren't we touchy?" Matt responded, but chuckled all the same.

"Get going, you two!" Mello scolded, his head poking through the doorway. "We got work to do, and unless you don't shut up, Matt, I'll steal your cigarettes."

His mouth falling open out of sheer disbelief, the redhead protested to what he deemed a cruel threat. "Ah, no way! Do you want me going cold turkey? I might not be the nicest guy in the world any more if that happens."

"Oh, scary," I teased before dragging him by the collar, using my sharpened, fake nails.

I am veering off topic here, so allow me to merely say this. The three of us busied ourselves in "stalking" people (so Matt jokingly titled it) to the point that not all of us stayed in our apartment at once. Usually, I returned early due to the fact my wig started becoming a nuisance; besides, my pride couldn't be cured in a day. We did this for a while until Matt conveniently entered the apartment kitchenette one evening, while I treated myself to crafting a sundae.

Diminutive cups of toppings that I neatly organized sat by the half-gallon in my possession. The flavor of today: chocolate, of course, for I adored it so much more than vanilla when it came to sundaes. Whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and a bowl of cherries had been set out by me as well, not to mention a banana. I found myself in the mood for a super dessert of epic proportions. Here, Matt strode into the scene.

"That for me?" He pointed to the bowl of ice cream that I just scooped.

"Not hardly," I retorted, opening the chocolate syrup bottle's cap.

Slowly wandering aimlessly about the kitchenette, he peeked into each of the three cups that contained M&Ms, sprinkles, and chopped walnuts. Lastly, he looked at the bowl of cherries, which seemed to make his mouth water. He could be starving for my dessert, but I wasn't willing to share. Really, I was equally as childish as my brother when he had been alive. I guess my ice cream creation served as a sort of edible homage to him. Meanwhile, Matt continued to pester me with his appraisal of the chocolate ice cream and toppings.

"You sure you don't want to share with me?" he asked, leaning across the tiled island, his lips inching wider into a crafty smirk.

Glancing up from the bowl of my sundae base, I returned his smirk and enthusiastically shook my head. I would hardly yield to my boyfriend at this rate. Truthfully, I merely wished to toy with his patience for just a few more minutes.

"Come on, just one little bite," Matt implored, his tantalizing lips approaching mine. "I'll kiss you if you let me have some of your sundae."

I laughed impishly, placing my hand into the cup of walnuts. "No, never."

"All right then..."

And he flicked the particular cup, which happened to have its contents spill over on me. The walnuts had proceeded to topple on the floor. As I stared at the now filthy topping, I considered my options when it came to retaliation. If Matt leaned that way...

Holding the bottle of syrup like an obscure weapon, I squirted the sticky essence of it onto Matt's shirt. He had been too busy chuckling at his clever tactic and was caught off-guard by the substance. Looking down at his shirt, he saw what I had squeezed out of the bottle and smirked.

"Well, fine, have it your way." He feigned shrugging off the situation before resorting to the whipped cream. Spraying it all over my shirt, he added, "It's payback time, hobbit!"

Laughing even harder, I added, "I'm not the one whose height is that of the average woman's. Don't you have a ring to destroy?"

Retaliating with the hurling of sprinkles, Matt ignored this comment. The dessert combat escalated as the kitchenette became increasingly messy. However, this did not compensate for how sloppy we looked. Dodging toppings and eventually other food items, such as cereal, we even slipped on some interesting stuff. As not eloquent as that sounded, that is the only way I can describe it, just random stuff that fell on the floor.

"Give it up, Four Eyes!" I shouted, tossing strawberries that Matt actually caught in his mouth. "You shall never defeat me and my warring prowess!"

"In your dreams, hobbit!" he scoffed, resuming the sundae battle.

I barely remember how long the ridiculousness lasted, but before we knew it, Mello entered the kitchenette to investigate the situation. In a classic manner, he almost slipped on the rejected banana, though caught himself just in time.

"What are you two up to?" he snarled, baring his vicious teeth that could bite a chocolate bar in half—in one bite, too.

Pretending to be innocent, Matt and I hid what we held (some M&Ms and a pint of strawberry ice cream, respectively) behind our backs. However, that could not mask the various topping and other foods on our clothes and hair.

"Don't go into growling mode yet, Chewbacca," Matt warned, though was a little late in saying this. "V and I were just making a sundae, right, V?"

I nodded in agreement with this partial lie by confirming, "Yes, and we got ourselves into a topping accident of sorts."

"What were you making a sundae out of, each other?" Mello inquired sarcastically. "And calling each other nicknames? Both of you are just childish weirdos."

Folding his arms firmly across his chest, he turned away from us, presumably to stifle a chuckle. After all, he never liked displaying his amusement, which he thought demoted his credibility.

"Geez, V, I don't know how to respond to that," Matt remarked, staring at his best friend with a sly intent. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Picking up the whipped cream can since I did indeed seem to decipher his thoughts, I replied, "I most certainly am. Do you have the toppings?"

When the redhead bestowed his whispered statement in the affirmative, I sprayed whipped cream all over the apex of Mello's head. Startled, the chocoholic slipped on the banana and fell this time. I giggled as Matt added chocolate syrup to make Mello appear even more amusing...to us anyway.

"Can't have a sundae without syrup," the gamer declared.

I contributed sprinkles as I simply stated, "Or sprinkles."

We continued to place toppings on top of Mello's blond head, for we both felt devilish in a tingling sensational way. Finally, Matt did the final honors.

"And, of course, you can't have a sundae without the cherry." Crowning the blond with a plump Maraschino, he tacked on, "I now present the Mello sundae."

Eager for this moment, I tasted a sample I caught with my finger. "It's delicious! Maybe not the healthiest...or good-humored...but I just adore it!"

"Ah, you guys piss me off," our friend confessed, despite a tiny smirk that played on his lips.

Matt and I leaned over him simultaneously to yell.

"Happy birthday, Mello!"

For, oddly enough, this was December 13th—Mello's twentieth birthday, and we could not have thought of a more juvenile yet unprecedented way to celebrate it.

A/N: OK, the ice cream part was NOT innuendo. I'm serious about that. I know that there are perverted people out there so...yeah. XP I guess this is a good time to say right now that I will NEVER IN A GAZILLION YEARS WRITE LEMONS!!! So, I am not the writer for that. I also will not do limes, oranges (jk), or any other citrus fruits. Because, one time, I accidentally scanned over a lemon part that the writer on Quizilla warned about beforehand. I was traumatized. XP So, I'm just putting that out there, in case anyone is curious to read my other works on here. If not, that's OK.

I wanted to put in as many "nerd" references as possible on here, because, let's face it, nerds rule the universe! XD And, according to volume 13 of the manga, Matt is 5'5. And that's pretty short for a guy. Yet, he calls V a hobbit. XP And yes, I do agree that pretending your best friend is a sundae is an extremely weird way to celebrate his/her birthday. XD But, it's fun, though.

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