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Cross-posted from Hentai Contest

Title: A little bit of Chocolate
Fandom: DeathNote
Author: kira
Chars/Pairs: Mello, L
Genres: mild angst
Warnings: none
Word Count: 550
Summary: Mello, angry at L, rides London’s Underground…
Author’s notes: First time writing DeathNote, plus I’ve only seen a few episodes, so if they’re horribly OOC, you know why. ^^;
For Rebukes…

Mello hurried down the stairs to London’s Underground. Pissed at L, he didn’t care where he was going or how he got there. All he knew was that he wanted to be as far away from him as possible. When the doors on the subway cars opened, he pushed past the crowds leaving the train, not caring who he bumped into or how many toes he stepped on in the process. Finding a seat between two little blue-haired old ladies, who looked at him crossly, he sat down.

He took a deep breath, trying to sort out what went wrong. They had just finished working on a case, L handing things over to Scotland Yard. On their way back to their hotel, they stopped off at a local bakery for the traditional celebratory cupcakes, getting Mello’s chocolates in the hotel’s gift shop. Up in their room, they sat on the bed and ate them, a tiny smile briefly lighting up Mello’s feature’s when he remembered all the little sounds of pleasure that L had made as he devoured the cupcake. That led to others things like it always did, but this time was different.

They had fucked, although, Mello liked to think of it as making love, because in his head, L was not the kind of person to simply fuck and get on with life afterwards like it was no big deal. This time when he rolled over and got up out of bed, with a curt, “get dressed,” the ugly truth hit Mello right between the eyes with all the force of a bullet hitting him between the eyes. If there was one thing Mello was not, it was someone’s fuck-toy, no matter how much he liked him. So Mello did exactly what he was told and when he had finished dressing, he grabbed his leather jacket and walked out of the room with a finger in the air and a door slam behind him.

And that was how he found himself riding London’s Underground for God knew how many hours while his temper cooled and his hurt subsided. Chocolate went a long way in helping in that regard and Mello patted his jacket pockets until he found a half eaten Aero bar in his pocket. Taking it out, he ate it, letting the milk chocolate melt in his mouth as he savored the taste. When that was done, he bit into it again, savoring the chocolate until he was nearly done with it. Mello popped the last bite into his mouth, and closing his eyes, he leaned back against the seat, glad that the two old ladies had gotten off ages ago. It was late and the subway car was practically empty, so Mello dozed a bit. He had slept through two stops and would have slept through a third if a sudden deadweight had not woken him. Mello looked over at the intruder and groaned. It figured L would eventually find him.

“What do you want?” he said tersely.

Instead of replying, L simply handed him another chocolate bar.

Mello was sorely tempted to toss it aside, until he looked at it. It was a Hershey’s chocolate bar and he could not help smiling a bit.

“Forgiven?” L said softly.

Mello nodded as he ate it.


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