AN: I updated quickly, yay me! Please let me know what you think this time around since I unfortunately didn't get any reviews for the last chapter, which I suppose I deserve ): Some serious drama goes down in this chapter and I hope you enjoy it! (: Warning, there is more cursing in this chapter than normal, if you care, which I assume most of you don't.

Dab. Hiss.

"Light-kun."

Dab. Dab.

"Ouch."

Dab. Dab. Dab.

"Light-kun, that hurts."

"Well, maybe you should have thought about that before provoking crazy stalker number two."

"Who is crazy stalker number one?"

"You."

Dab. Dab. Dab.

"Light-kun, that really hurts me."

"Your hand groping my ass really annoys me."

Silence. Dab.

After Matsuda suddenly grew a pair and addressed everyone sternly about their attitudes, Light had sort of gone mother hen and kicked everyone out of the room, letting their director know that they would be ready to film whenever they were fucking ready to film. All of his former bravado and confidence wilted in the face of the wrath of Light, unfortunately, and Matsuda stuttered his agreement. Then, the actor had found a first aid kit and started dabbing a clear disinfectant onto the somewhat gaping wound on his lip.

"Does this mean we can't go on our date tonight?"

"Stop talking! You're making it worse. And, we'll be going on a date, alright, a hospital date."

"No."

"Yes, if we don't get this stitched up, it will scar."

"I don't care. I want to go to dinner with Light-kun."

"You realize that you couldn't even eat anything without extreme pain, much less kiss me."

"I am sure there are several other activities we can participate in involving your lips, not mine."

Super dab!

"Ouch!"

"Oh, stop being such a baby."

Soft dab.

"I'll forgive Light-kun for his cruelness if he will promise to put his lips on another part of my body of my choosing later tonight."

Super dab! Glare.

"I will take that means yes, Light-kun?"

Super dab! Super dab!

"Ouch, Mello, that fucking hurts."

Super dab!

"Well, maybe you should have thought about that before letting those bimbos pour foundation into your wound."

Super dab! Super dab!

"Is this you extracting your revenge?"

Ultimate dab!

"No, this is me trying to help you out, you fuckwit. Now, shut the fuck up before I change my mind."

Silence. Super dab!

After Light had promptly dragged his mentor into a makeup room in one of his little hissy fits, Mello had calmly gripped the red hair of his lover and dragged him into an adjacent changing room, telling Matsuda that they would be ready to film whenever they were fucking ready to film. While the blonde had been intending on giving him a piece of his mind, once he saw the gash on his face poorly covered with make-up, he reprioritized. He found a first aid kit and made to clean the wound before it got infected, or worse.

Super dab!

"Seriously, what the fuck were you thinking?"

"When I forgot to dodge the lamp?"

Ultimate dab!

"No, when you fucked Muffin Luv and fuck knows who else behind my back!"

"Oh, that. I guess I was thinking that I wanted sex and you weren't there to provide."

Ultimate dab! Ultimate dab!

"Was she better in bed than me?"

"Wha—"

"Does she give better head than me?"

"No—"

"Did you fuck her in our bed?"

"No, I—"

"Do you think she's prettier than me?"

"What the fu—"

"Do you love her?"

At this point, the moist towelette Mello had been using the remove some of the foundation had long been discarded on the ground in his rant. The blonde had pushed him back against a wall, holding onto his shirt with a deadly grip and his eyes shining with a really crazy gleam. Oh, holy shit this was bad. Okay, now Matt just had to figure out how to fix this. Preferably without dying. Yes, that sounded like a great plan.

"The answer is 'no' on all counts, especially the last one."

"Then why the fuck did you do it Matty? It doesn't make any sense that you would fuck a less attractive, less skillful woman. You're lying, you think she's sexier than me."

"I wanted to fuck a more attractive, more skillful man, but he wasn't there, so I made do with what I had."

Silence.

"Look, Mello, I didn't know this would make you upset—"

"I'm not fucking upset! Do you want to see upset?"

Pause.

"What I meant to say was that I didn't know you would give a fuck."

"Well, I do give a fuck, okay?"

Sigh.

Matt reached down and embraced the man who had backed him up against the wall, content to stay silent when the other tucked his chin into his neck and embraced him back. Silence usually worked for him.

Sniffle.

"Mello are you…crying?"

"What the fuck? No!"

Smack!

Oh, Mello had so been crying, but Matt acted like he didn't see when he conspicuously wiped the tears from his eyes after punching him in the gut and knocking the wind out of him for a moment.

"Matty…"

Oh shit, the red head just got the strangest feeling that his sex life was about to be cut in half.

"Don't do it again, okay?"

How the fuck was he supposed to deny him that when he looked all sad and had cried about it?

Sigh.

"Okay, I promise."

"Good! And, while you're at it, burn all that Muffin Luv porn in our closet at home, will you?"

Suddenly, Mello was all smiles and he really should have known better to think that he would have actually cried over Matt fucking somebody else. No, he was just a possessive, conniving bastard. And Matt fell for it every time because that was just the type of guy he was.

Sigh.

"Whatever you say."

Matsuda had sort of given up on getting anything accomplished today. The only person he could work with was Near, but he was currently sulking in a corner smashing his toys together in a violent manner. And when the director had approached him, a toy car had magically appeared under his feet, making him lose his balance, fall flat on his behind, and spill the coffee he was bringing to the boy all over himself.

All of the crew members had abandoned their stations, most of them feasting upon the buffet. A few had, no doubt, run off to the nearest tabloid magazine to give them the gossip of the day for a quick buck. So, that meant Light and L would end up on the front page of a magazine, which meant more paparazzi would be lurking around and would inevitably notice how little progress this movie was making. And then, there would be a tabloid doubting his directing abilities and re-informing the public that his high school grades were horrendous and that he hadn't even completed college. And, it would continue on and on and on.

It kind of made his head spin. If the rest of the movie was going to be like this, he didn't think he'd last.

However, Matsuda made up his mind to leave, since nothing was going to happen anyways, and became determined to find that attendant from the morning. Maybe, if she was the type to fall for goofy charmers, she would suck his dick and he would thoroughly enjoy it because Matsuda, seriously did not get his dick sucked often enough. And, with that, he left the building, only tripping over one more toy car in the process.

"Misa-Misa is ready to rock!"

"I am ready to film as well. My nose looks as beautiful as ever, don't you agree, Light-sama?"

"Err…sure?"

"Light-sama thinks my nose is beautiful!"

"I thought it looked better after I had broken it."

"I only care for the opinion of Light-sama. And I believe he finds your lip unattractive."

"I meant to thank you for that, by the way."

"Thank me?"

Smirk.

"Light-kun and I have a hospital date tonight because of you, isn't that right, Light-kun?"

Sigh.

"We do."

Smirk.

"And, Light-kun even agreed to play nurse for me. In full costume."

"I did no—"

"WHY LIGHT-SAMA?"

"Mikami, that's not tr—"

"Why would you agree to play nurse for him after I saved you from his molestation, but would not play nurse for me after I broke my nose in attempts to stop his molestation of you last night? I deserve to see you in a sexy nurse outfit for my sacrafices!"

Awkward silence.

Door creak.

"Mikami, are you really that much of a fuckwit?"

"Oh my god, what happened to Matt's face?"

"Shut the fuck up, Light, I wasn't talking to you. Anyways, Mikami, answer the question."

"I do not get what you are aiming at, Mello."

"Oh my fuck, do I have to spell it out for you? Your precious Light-sama would never wear a fucking nurse costume for you, but would wear one for L because he is his whore."

"Do not call Light-sama such a filthy name!"

"Misa-Misa's Light is not a whore!"

"Have you not noticed how he spreads his legs whenever L gets within—"

Smack. Scuffle. Thump. Smack.

Light, in a fit of rage, had tackled Mello to the ground and was currently attempting to gouge his eyes out in the most painful way possible. In addition, the blonde was trying his best to scratch up his pretty face. In other words, a total cat fight had broken out in the studio.

"It's the fucking truth—"

Scratch.

"No, it's no—"

"Oh my goodness, Light-sama please stop conducting yourself in this manner."

"As much as I hate to agree with Mikami, I believe it would be best for Light-kun to—"

"This isn't your fucking business—"

"That's right. It's between me and your whore."

Scuffle. Thump.

"You just can't fucking let it go, can you?"

"Can't let what go?"

At this point, they were pressed up against each other on the ground tugging each other's hair as hard as possible, as if to see which one would chicken first and let go. A battle of the wills, so to speak.

"You hate me because in your freshman year of college—"

"Don't you dare—"

"You tried to seduce L into your bed and failed because—"

"Shut the fu—"

"L said you were, and I quote, 'fifty seven point five percent less attractive' than me and that—"

"You're going to die!"

Rip. Rip.

"Ouch!"

"That is quite enough."

L used the opportune moment where both men were lamenting the loss of their precious hair to gather his former lover to his chest and put some serious space between them. Matt had followed his lead and done the same, much to their chagrin.

"Let me go, L!"

"No, Light-kun. Now we are both in need of a trip to the hospital and you will not be able to play my sexy nurse anymore. Something you will have to make up to me later."

Surveying the damage, Light was currently sporting somewhat deep nail gashes on his cheeks that were bleeding slightly, a tuft of hair was missing from his head, and he was undoubtedly bruised on several spots of his body. Mello, on the other hand, had one extremely red eye from where Light had managed to scratch him, a tuft of hair missing, and was undoubtedly bruised on several spots of his body as well.

"We are leaving and going to a hospital now, whether you like it or not."

L made sure to make eye contact with Matt as if to establish a mutual understanding that they would go to separate hospitals. Once that was accomplished, he dragged Light out of the building, who was making quite a fuss over the whole thing and Matt, unfortunately, currently faced the same predicament with his fiery blonde. Mikami followed the object of his affections, intending to see whether or not this supposed nurse costume really existed or not. And to ensure that the pervert kept his hands to himself, of course.

"Misa-Misa is confused. Are we not shooting anymore?"

"Matsuda left hours ago, Amane-san."

Near, from his spot on the floor, had been observing the entire ordeal with mild interest and had scared the living daylights out of Misa who hadn't seen the creepy albino in the corner and thought she had been left alone.

"Oh, so we really didn't have to be here at all, did we?"

"Indeed."

Let me know what you think ;D Reviews are really, really appreciated. I have so much inspiration for this story right now, but would really love some of your ideas as well. Next up, the hospital chapter! It will definitely be a blast!