Watch Out! Mello's mouth is here again, and if you don't know what to expect from it I suggest you leave now.

Disclaimer: There is no possible way that I could ever own DN because all of my favorite characters die, and furthermore, I'd have to live in the 12th dimension to own Mario, and I don't.

This is the second chapter of MU; it's a bit longer than the last one so I hope you'll be happy. And a special thanks to Pika-chan (PrincessPika) for giving me my first review!

Onward!


Mello ran through the halls, searching for Matt. He hadn't seen the red head since yesterday when he ran off to go hide from the blond after he'd dropped- after Mello had accidentally pulled Matt's pants down.

When he didn't even shown up in their shared room to go to bed last night, Mello had gotten seriously worried.

'Matt, you dumb-ass,' he thought to himself as he checked the kitchen cabinets. 'Where the hell are you!?'

Matt sighed as he checked his watch again; it was 4:52 am.

His video game had died about an hour ago and he was just barely able to keep his eyes open; and as if that weren't enough Mello and Near had seen his 'Love Doctor, Dr Mario' boxers.

He sighed again, finally deciding that he should go back up to the room he shared with Mello and go to bed. The gamer stood up, brushed the dust off of his clothes and opened the closet door, stepping out into the empty hallway.

Mello's keen ears picked up the sound of a door shutting off to his left, and his head flew up from inside the pantry.

'It could be Matt!' the blond thought eagerly, though his better judgment told him that that wasn't very likely. None the less, he quickly turned and ran as fast as he could toward the sound.

Matt suddenly heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and turned to look behind him, only to be greeted by the vacant hallway. Maybe he was just hearing things because he'd been up so long.

He turned again to resume his original course, and before he was even able to take another step forward he saw Mello, running towards him from the end of the hall.

"Matty!" the blond shouted, simply overjoyed that he'd found his friend. Mello gave him a large hug, not even having slowed his pace, and sending them both crashing to the floor.

To say that Matt was shocked would have been a ridiculous understatement. He had fallen to the floor, embraced in a deep hug by his best friend, who wasn't even attempting to be angry with him, which, in and of itself was way off.

"W-what?" the red head managed to stutter as he stared up at Mello confusedly, knocking the blond out of his happy-go-lucky state and back into his usual hot headed self.

"Where the hell have you been!?" he whisper/yelled, sitting up on Matt's stomach. "I've been looking for you all fucking night! I haven't even gone to fucking bed yet!"

"I was just on my way upstairs when you…" Matt began, stopping when he noticed Mello giving him a death glare.

"Don't you ever fucking do that again or I rip your fucking balls off." The blond said through barred teeth, trying to keep himself from beating the shit out of Matt for scaring him like that.

The gamer nodded vigorously, a shiver running down his spine at the prospect. But he knew that a threat to his manhood was just Mello's way of showing that he cared. The blond smirked as he climbed off of his friend, helping him up too.

Once they were both standing Mello reached into his pocket, pulling out two AA batteries and handing them to Matt, kind of like a peace offering. The red head smiled brightly and accepted the gift, pulling out his system and quickly inserting the two black cylinders. The screen turned on silently, illuminating the Matt's face as his smile widened, and they began the slow ascent to their room.

The sun was jus beginning to show its rays across the horizon, and the only sounds that could be heard at Whammy's were two sets of footsteps and vigorous button pushing on Matt's DS. But peace can only last so long, and that is a rule that can never be broken.

"Hey, Mello," Matt asked, stopping and preparing to shut off his game. "Can we stop by the bathrooms really quick?"

Mello stopped as well, and shrugged. "I guess." And Matt jogged past him quickly, creating a slight breeze. "Well," the blond muttered as he resumed walking. "Somebody's got to go."

By the time the blond reached the bathroom Matt was just sipping up his fly and heading towards the sink. Mello waited patiently as Matt washed and dried his hands, and when the gamer looked back over at him, he pretended to be asleep.

"I know your faking it, Mello. Now let's get upstairs before Roger tries to wake up our pillows." Matt said, smiling as he walked up to the now laughing Mello.

As they made their way up the second flight of stairs, (Matt now refocused on his videogame to the point where he was playing it while walking) Mello suddenly stopped, causing Matt to run into him, a "Whoa!" escaping his lips as the forces of nature took control.

Now since they were on a flight of stairs, the force of the bump caused Matt to lean back on his heels while gravity decided to send him tumbling down them; and, since his pants were a size too big, they fell farther down with each stair he passed.

Near awoke with a start as he heard a loud thump against his bedroom wall. He sat up slowly and cautiously began to climb out of his bed, stopping again when he heard laughter.

He pulled on some fresh socks and opened his bedroom door, only to see Matt face down with his legs and stomach pressed awkwardly against the wall, the toes of his shoes above his shoulders (think shrimp curl, but backwards). Not to mention that his pants had ended up around his ankles, revealing his 'Love Doctor, Dr Mario' boxers once more.

"Holy shit, Matt; you look like a fucking shrimp!" Mello was roaring with laughter, holding on to the stair rail for support as he panted out his insults. "A fucking… pants less… Mario-loving… shrimp!"

'And here I was thinking that things were gong to get better.' Matt thought to himself, then looking up and noticing Near staring at him and blushing slightly.

"W-would Matt like some help getting up?" Near began nervously. "It is probably unhealthy for his body to be in that position for too long… and his legs might get cold."

All Matt could do at that point was groan into the tile about how terrible things were going for him. As if it wasn't bad enough that the two other boys had seen his boxers the night before, they were seeing them again and now Near was starting to pity him.

His thoughts then drifted to a new topic, and possible solution to his problem.

'I need a belt.' He thought, now hopeful. 'and as soon as I get the chance, I'm going to go out and buy one… or two.'

Yay for the second chapter! Hope you liked, and please R & R!