AN: By now, you probably thought I was dead. I don't blame you. And then, if you had me on author alert, you might have been afraid I had abandoned Death Note due to my obsession with Black Cat. But never fear, Death Note will always be my favorite anime ever! Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the chapter! It was actually my uncle who caused the milk incident, but it was just as a prank, not as an evil plan.

At this point it's probably clear that Mello does a lot of the stuff that he does simply to attract attention to himself. However, there are times when his actions are not laid out for all to see. He's always planning something, but when it's a secretive operation, the whole thing is a lot more confusing. And then when something spectacular finally does happen, you never really have proof that Mello was the one behind it. But sometimes you can look back and see the clues...

"My applesauce is solid," Linda complained from beside me, holding up her spoon so we could see how said food was literally hanging off of her spoon.

"It's probably partially frozen," Near suggested from my other side.

"No, it's room temperature. Look." She then flipped the applesauce container upside down, unfortunately over my tray. But the poor excuse for food stayed in the same position.

"The food in the Wammy's House cafeteria is certainly superior," Near remarked in response. Yeah, playing video games all the time doesn't give me the best pool of friends to sit with at lunch.

Just when I was about to abandon social interaction in favor of playing my Nintendo under the table, I saw a flash of yellow and brown out of the corner of my goggles. And then, Mello helped himself to a chair, leant over the table and asked in his usual charismatic way,

"Hey guys, do you want to hear a joke?"

We paused, then all nodded simultaneously.

"Okay," he began. "How do you get an elephant to cross a freeway?"

"To get to the other side?" Linda ventured. I slapped her.

"That's only for 'why' questions, not 'how' questions," I explained. Mello grinned at this, but I really didn't know the answer myself.

"Tell us," I instructed.

"You take the 'f' out of 'free', and you take the 'f' out of way."

I didn't get it, but didn't want to ask for fear of looking stupid. Linda seemed to have similar reservations, but Near went ahead and pointed out,

"There's no f in way!"

Now Linda and I burst out laughing. Near was as likely to swear, or almost swear, as he was to dye his hair purple. Near's pale face turned red in embarrassment, hating to be played the fool.

However, when I could finally stop laughing, I noticed that Mello, along with the milk on my lunch tray, was gone. Glancing to both sides, I noticed that Linda and Near were in the same predicament.

"Hey," Linda complained, "I was going to use that to soften up my applesauce!"

Then, as if on cue, said applesauce that she was still holding over my tray slid out of its container, dropping onto my spaghetti. But hey, it still maintained its shape.

Mello hated a lot of things in life. Being deprived of chocolate, people better than him, the times people mistook him for a girl... but what he truly hated with a passion was school picture day. For one thing, he had this strange idea that if someone got his picture, "his hotness" would cause them to make out with it or something. Regarding the veracity of this thought, I plead the fifth.

Secondly, he just wanted to mimic L's opinion. But thirdly, and in his mind most importantly, on picture day, Roger made him change into a suit. Which was something Mello couldn't accept.

A week after the applesauce incident, it was the day that Mello loathed so much: picture day. Not surprisingly, he was absent from theatre class, which happened to be when we got our pictures taken.

Since he had been present for the earlier periods of the day, I figured either Roger had dragged him off to change into a suit, or Mello was skipping class to evade him. Judging by the lack of screaming, I assumed the latter.

Anyway, Mr. Spomil had dismissed us early to line up outside the picture room. I had my hair combed, my goggles off, and a classic striped shirt on (yes, it was only Mello that Roger forced to wear a suit), so I thought I looked pretty spiffy.

"Next!" the photo guy called from inside. Our class filed in, and Abbey Aadrien (whose parents obviously wanted her to be first, but didn't count on Wammy's students being integrated) sat down on the chair to pose. She gave a cute, obviously fake smile, and then...

A carton of milk flew into the room.

This wouldn't be much of a problem except that a. the milk was opened, and b. the milk was EXTREMELY spoiled.

Two more open milk cartons quickly followed it, leaving the room (and many people in it) covered in stinky, curdled milk.

Then, one of the people covered in milk vomited on the floor. Someone else that was trying to run out of the room subsequently slipped on that vomit, then vomited himself.

Luckily, I managed to avoid it, and ran out to the hallway, holding my shirt over my nose the entire time.

Once I was a good 50 feet from the picture room, I uncovered my nose. However, the horrible smell still remained, and I found myself overrun as hordes of students ran out of the classrooms.

Then, the loudspeaker turned on.

"This is the principal speaking," it announced. "It seems that... there is spoiled milk in the ventilation system. School is canceled, and picture day will be rescheduled."

"So that's where our lunch milk went!" I heard two random girls say to each other in the hallway, their voices distorted as they plugged their noses.

"Hey, my milk randomly disappeared too!" another student shouted.

As I reached the door to the outside, I smirked. Mello was an evil, evil genius. And to think, all this to get out of wearing a suit.

AN 2: This is dedicated to the school janitors that were at my high school when my uncle went there, who deserve far more than they were paid.