Death Gods Only Eat Apples

[nokotchi]

Sakura looked at L as though she didn't believe what she'd just heard, crossing her arms. "You've actually threatened to take him off the case? That's a new level of low."

Mello was about to unlock it. "You're not lying, are you?"

 

[.chasm.]

"I was considering taking him off the case for a while," L said, concentrating on his small tower. "Especially if he didn't go to the club. H can't work if he's upset. But now he thinks I'll take him off for anything."

"No, I'm not!" Matt said, rolling his eyes and pushing on the door again. "Just let me in."

 

[nokotchi]

Sakura shook her head in pity. "Poor thing... He's probably afraid you'll throw him out on the street!"

Mello unlocked the door and opened it. "There, you happy?"

 

[.chasm.]

"Why would he think that?" L asked, scooping up a couple more sugar cubes. "All that would happen is he gets a break from the case."

"Yes," Matt said, pushing himself into the room before Mello could change his mind and slam the door.

 

[nokotchi]

"Well, when you said that you'd take him off, he probably thought you meant for good." Sakura explained with a sigh.

Mello turned and walked toward his dresser, running a brush through his hair. He was in his tightest leather outfit.

 

[.chasm.]

"Why would he believe that, though?" L asked, stacking more sugar cubes onto his tower.

Matt walked straight over to Mello's mirror, pulling his goggles off.

 

[nokotchi]

"Matsuda's not the brightest person I know." Sakura reached over, snatching a sugar cube off the top of L's tower and popping into her mouth.

Mello looked over at Matt. "You're not gonna wear your goggles?"

 

[.chasm.]

L frowned, replacing the sugar cube Sakura had stolen. "Well then, someone needs to tell him that the leave I was talking about wouldn't have been permenant. He probably won't be on leave at all if this club trip works."

Matt raised his eyebrows and turned to Mello. "You think I'd go somewhere without my goggles?"

 

[nokotchi]

Sakura stole one from the same place on L's tower, chewing on the edge of it. "Maybe a trip to the club won't be so bad for Matsuda, after all."

Mello shrugged, turning back to the mirror. He then took out some hair gel. "You needed this?"

 

[.chasm.]

L glanced at Sakura, then added another sugar cube to the top of the tower. "It also means that the headquarters are empty." He rested his chin on his knees again. "It'll make telling Near about the case a lot easier."

Matt took the gel, nodding. He dropped his goggles on the side and unscrewed the cap of the gel, turning to the mirror again

 

[nokotchi]

Sakura took yet another sugar cube from the tower, grinning at L. "You're right, it will."

Mello sat in fron of his mirror, playing around with his hair.

 

[.chasm.]

L turned to stare at Sakura, pushing his thumb to his lip. "Yes, it will." He glanced back at his tower and added another cube.

Matt shook his head, making his hair look messy, then used the gel to make sure it stayed that way. "Aren't you using your straightners?" he asked, smirking.

 

[nokotchi]

Sakura nodded, still taking the same cube that L placed.

"Nope, not tonight. I'm going for the messy look." Mello explained.

 

[.chasm.]

L stared at Sakura, then held out the sugar cube in his hand. "Take this one instead."

Matt smirked again. "So you don't deny having them? And what, you're stealing my look now?" He reached over and grabbed his goggles, putting them on so they were over his forehead.

 

[nokotchi]

Sakura shook her head with a smirk. "No, I'm good."

Mello scoffed. "By 'your look' do you mean fatass ******? In that case, no."

 

[.chasm.]

L tilted his head, then turned back to his tower and added the sugar cube onto the top of it.

"No, you've got that covered on your own," Matt said, grinning and hanging the hair gel back to Mello.

 

[nokotchi]

Sakura reached forward, grabbing the sugar cube and sticking it into her mouth.

"Oh, right. You're going for the feathervest ****** look." Mello said with a nod, grabbing the hair gel and putting it away.

 

[.chasm.]

L turned back around to stare at Sakura again. "You said you didn't want it."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Nope." He walked away from the mirror, pulling his DS out of his pocket.

 

[nokotchi]

Sakura shrugged, a smug grin on her face. "I changed my mind."

Mello tilted his head. "Gamer ****** look?"

 

[.chasm.]

L held out another sugar cube, tilting his head.

"Shut up," Matt said, collapsing onto Mello's bed and opening his DS.