Okay! Chapter 8! Sorry for the wait, but I had to update Love Slave, as well as get ready for Christmas. (YAY!)

Thank you to all my sexy reviewers, you guys rock…


Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note

Matt POV:

"Damnit", I muttered as I stared down at the blond who just threw himself out the window. I walked back into the living room to find Mail looking at the pictures Mello had on the table next to the TV.

"What are you doing?"

He looked up at me.

"Nothing. Take a look at this."

He then grabbed the picture and tossed it at me. I caught it and looked at the photo. It was of me and Mello. When we were kids.

I felt something like a sharp pain slash my heart, and I clutched my chest. I looked back up at Mail, who had this shit-eating grin plastered on his face. My eyes widened. Oh, that bastard…

I then grabbed the picture and held it up in the air. Mail raised an eyebrow at me. I then threw the picture onto the ground and watched as the glass frame shattered.

To add, I then stomped on the glass with my combat boot, ruining the picture further. Mail gasped and narrowed his eyes at me.

"You're a cold hearted bastard."

I huffed and crossed my arms.

"And you're a blackmailing asshole. Who wins?"

He rolled his eyes and began to walk towards me.

"That didn't mean anything to you?"

I raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed.

"What do you mean?"

He stood in front of me and kicked my leg, causing me to yelp and take my foot off of the crumpled picture. He then knelt down and picked it up, smoothing it out. He threw me a look.

"Are you stupid? Why do you think this was here?"

I gave him a confused look.

"What the fuck kind of question is that? That's like asking why someone owns a house! It's a picture, its supposed to be there!"

I then threw my hands in the air for dramatic effect. He held the picture in front of my face.

"No, you idiot! I'm saying that he has a picture of you and him. Wouldn't any normal person get rid of any pictures of the person who's trying to kill them?"

I snatched the photo out of his hands.

"Maybe so, but Mello isn't normal. Notice how he hasn't raised a finger against me yet? And the gun thing doesn't count."

He sneered.

"Yeah, maybe because he still loves you!"

I threw him a look and held the picture between my pointer and middle fingers.

"Regardless of whether he loves me or not..."

I then ripped the photo in half and dropped the pieces to the ground. Mail gasped loudly. I grinned.

"…I could care less."

Mail growled and stomped his foot on the ground.

"You are so infuriating! Why must you be like this?"

We had a glaring contest for a few moments before he huffed and crossed his arms, turning his back to me.

"Whatever. Let's just go."

I grinned once more.

"What? We're not going now."

He looked back at me.

"What do you mean? Mello's not here."

I could only keep smiling at him.

"He May not be here, but he didn't hesitate to leave us with his stuff…"

Mail's eyes widened and he spun around.

"Are you insane!"

I grinned and began to walk to walk towards the couch.

"Yes, I am."

He growled again and began stomping around like an angry 5 year old.

"If he's not here then why destroy his stuff? It's pointless!"

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the TV.

"Will you shut up, Mail? Let me do what I want."

I then stared at the TV for a couple of seconds before slamming my foot into the screen, breaking it. I heard Mail squeal behind me, but I ignored him.

I pulled my knife out of my vest pocket and twirled it around in my fingers. I looked at Mail, who was giving me this death glare.

I sure am glad looks don't kill.

I then grinned and brought the knife down to stab the couch. Mail gasped loudly. I repeated the action until the couch was torn apart, Mail screaming and telling me to stop. I only laughed at him.

"Will you shut up? You're so annoying…"

Suddenly his eyes became dark. He bowed his head and became silent. I stared at him for a second before turning away, slightly worried. I decided to brush it off and headed for the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and grabbed every single chocolate bar in there. I grabbed a pot from the cabinet and dropped all of the chocolate into the pot. I turned the stove on and began to melt the chocolate.

I then walked over to the knife block and grabbed it, turning it upside down to allow all of the knives to fall out. I grabbed two and spun them in my hands. I smiled before throwing them, watching as they pierced the delicate wall.

I did the same with the other knives until I had a small loop above the microwave. I laughed. I then opened each drawer until I found the one filled with utensils.

Thank God Mello had an OCD for neatness; all of the silverware was sorted. I grabbed all of the forks. Time to test out my ninja skill.

I then threw all of the forks like shuriken stars, making a perfect line on the wall. I knew video games would pay off.

I was having lots of fun, and I almost forgot about the chocolate on the stove. I walked over to the pot and saw that the chocolate was melted. Good. I turned off the stove and took the pot off.

I stood in the middle of the kitchen and smiled.

"Hope you like your present, Mello."

I then spun around multiple times, all of the chocolate in the pot flying all over, hitting and ruining everything in the kitchen.

After getting dizzy, I stopped to admire my work.

And I was damn well impressed. Everything was covered in chocolate, and it would have taken roughly 2 days to clean. I laughed loudly and smiled.

Mail needs to see this…

I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. But Mail was still standing there, head bowed and silent. He was also breathing heavily, as if he was frustrated. I felt a small jolt of fear run through my body. I took a step forward.

"Hey, M-Mail. You have to see what I did to the kitchen, it's-"

In a split second, Mail shot his head up and screamed, pulling out a gun and pulling the trigger. I gasped and felt the bullet hit me, stumbling backwards and hitting the ground…

…Before my eyes flew open, and I was still standing in the same spot. My breathing was rapid and my eyes darted around.

Mail was gone.

I put my hand on my chest where I felt the bullet hit, but nothing was there.

What the fuck was that? A dream or a hallucination?

I sighed and walked over to the mangled couch, courtesy of me. I looked around once more. No Mail.

I wonder where he went…

I then grabbed my forearms and held them close to my body. I started shaking, as if I was cold, but I wasn't.

I've had that since I was a child. Whenever I'm alone, I start shaking until my spine starts to hurt, or until I'm with someone.

When I was at Wammy's, I never really got this, because I was always with Mello…

I shook my head clear before I ended up losing myself. I checked around once more for Mail, and then hurried out the door of the apartment.

I quickly got back to my apartment and hurried into the door. Mail wasn't there either.

I shut the door and sighed. But I noticed something sitting on my couch. I walked over to it.

It was a present.

What the hell? What's this?

It had a tag on the top. I picked it up and read:

Have a happy birthday Matt. Enjoy your present.