"Sim"ply Curious

Author: AMP-Uta no Aya-

Disclaimer: Death Note, Matt, and Mello are NOT mine. (sadly) They are property of Takeshi Obata and Tsugumi Ohba. Believe me, if they were mine, they'd be smex'n all the time. XD

Note: I got this idea when I just so happened to be playing the Sims one day and wondered what Matt or Mello would look like simified. They were… "Interesting" to say the least, but I didn't like the turn out enough to save them. Then I got to thinking… "What if Matt had the Sims? …What if…?" And, well, that's when I wondered off to fan-girl land and thought this up. (at 2-something in the morning, mind u) I'm alittle confused about how this will end...Matt seme or Mello seme? I'd perfer Matt seme, but, I'll just see what happens... Anyway, this is my 2nd attempt at comedy/fluff, so please don't hate me. ;; Criticism is always welcome.

PS: POV changes from time to time…so…yea. I kinda tried to divide it by paragraghs...

"…" speech

(…) thought

"Sim"ply Curious

Beginnings

It was mid day and Mello was trying to find something to occupy his mouth with, namely, a chocolate bar. It was the only thing that could keep him from being utterly bored. Because lately, he noticed, that when he was bored, he tended to observe things. It wasn't specific things at first, just random nothings like, how hot it was, or how uncomfortable the gun in the crotch of his too-tight pants was, and how the peeling paint on the walls made the shabby room look creepier than normal. He didn't like to occupy his mind with such unnecessary thoughts; it kept him from thinking of more important things. But as his boredom caused his mind to wander further, he began to notice something that made him feel unnerved. Matt, sitting on the edge of the old, torn up couch, was completely enveloped in the new game he was playing on his laptop. Sure, he became enveloped in all his games, but this one really made Mello wonder, because every so often, Matt would blush like crazy and shift in his seat. When Mello would ask him what was up, he would jump in response and act as if he were hiding an embarrassing secret. Maybe he was. And it was that kind of thought that made Mello uneasy. He kept thinking about it, and he could only come up with random possibilities, such as, "Is he playing an H-game, and he doesn't want me to see?" "Is he actually surfing for porn instead of gaming?" "What if he's playing a chick game?" "Is Matt gay?" These thoughts, along with the ones that followed their trains, made everything even worse. That's why, in instances in which boredom was threatening to take him over, causing him to lapse back into those thoughts, he would look, more frantically than ever, for a chocolate bar. Something he, now, was very determined in finding. Determined, because, at that same moment, Matt was on his laptop, tapping the toe of his boot nervously, a pink tint creeping from under the large lenses of his goggles.

"Matt! Do you know if there's any chocolate left?" Mello called angrily from the corner of a small, tiled room, deemed, "the kitchen".

"Eh!?" There it was, the uncharacteristic nervousness had started yet again.

"Chocolate, Matt. Do we have any?" Mello called louder, annoyed at his response.

"Oh, eh-heh. I…I don't think so. Um…I think you might've eaten it all."

Mello could hear him shifting uncomfortably on the beat up couch. What in gods name was making him act that way?

"Damn." He made his way over to the couch to sit next to Matt, kicking himself for not checking up on his stash sooner.

(Oh well, If I can't take my mind off it, I'll just have to investigate till I find out whats getting him worked up) He didn't think himself nosy for wanting to know. Oh no, if anything, he blamed Matt for bothering him.

As he continued towards the couch, he could already see that Matt did NOT want him coming any closer. His shoulders were slightly raised, and his head tilted, as if he were watching Mello through the corner of his goggles. He probably was.

(So he IS hiding something.) Mello pretended to be uninterested and ignored Matt's reaction as best he could as he flung his black leather clad legs over the back off the couch, landing his backside square on the thinning cushion. He then proceeded with his nonchalant charade as he slung his arms over the back of the couch and swung his head to face Matt, whose cheeks were winning a race against his hair in being the reddest.

(What the hell?)

"Hey, what're you playing? I've never seen you use your laptop as your gaming platform" Mello surprised himself with the term he so easily strung into his sentence. Maybe he had listened to a few too many rants from Matt.

Immediately, Matt tensed, closing his laptop rather quickly, resulting in the loud 'snap' of its plastic clasp. He turned to look at Mello, who was shocked at his sudden outburst of embarrassment.

(Crap! Uh…uh…dammit Matt, calm yourself, idiot!)

"Huh!? Oh…n-nothing, just…" He tried to cover himself by stretching lazily and leaning back into the couch. "…doing some research on a new game I've been wanting to play…" Perfect. That would seem normal enough, coming from him. He got worked up over games often enough for it to be true.

(Bullshit, Matt.) Mello wished he could say that, but he didn't want to embarrass Matt any further than he obviously was. He looked up towards the ceiling, lowering his eyelids as if to feint drowsiness.

(How in the hell am I gonna find out now? I've already made it obvious that I want to know. Did I?) He sighed, closing his eyes, and folding his arms behind his head.

(Well, I guess asking him outright is just gonna make him suspicious…I'll have to get creative…) He smiled to himself. He had already concocted the perfect plan.

Matt sighed, looking cautiously at Mello for any sign that he was interested in what he had been doing. Nope, if there was any one who was uninterested, it was Mello. He relaxed a little, looking back at the small, black laptop.

(I have to be careful from now on, though. I can't afford to have him get suspicious. I guess I'll have to try not to react to something so stupid. Why did I have to do this in the first place? Dammit, Matt. Why do you do these things to yourself? Freak'n pervert, that's what I am.) Mentally kicking himself, he was completely unaware of the blush that had come to dominate his face as he recalled what exactly he had been doing on the laptop.

(Blushing again? The hell is he thinking about?) Mello watched Matt out of the corner of one eye, captivated by his friends' strange behavior.

(I have to know…why would he so obviously keep something from me?) The feeling of being left out of something by one of the only people he trusted and considered valuable to him was tearing at Mello in some, unknown part of his chest. Did it hurt? Probably, but Mello was the kind of person who would ignore such emotional pain if it caused him confusion and uncertainty of himself in any way.

He decided that it was too much to bother himself with for anymore time at the moment. So, hopping off the couch and heading for the front door, grabbing his jacket in the process, he called over his shoulder to Matt, stating he would be out for the next half hour or so, restocking his chocolate stash.

"Oi! Get my some smokes, would 'ya!?" The red head called after him, unsure if Mello had heard him since he was already out the door.

"Yeah, got it!" The aforementioned boy called back from the hallway, he knew what to get. Exactly what he had to get…

Matt sighed, leaning back onto the couch, finally able to relax.

(Screw this, I can't take it…stupid thing has to go…) He glared at the small black laptop as an object of evil. He had to get rid of it, had to. But…

"Tomorrow…definitely tomorrow." That decided, he shoved himself off of the couch and walked to his room, laptop in tow.

(Just in case…) he slid the ominous black rectangle under his mattress, and walked back out, locking the door behind him.

"Can't afford to risk it, Mello IS the master of deceit after all…"

He sauntered back into the living room, plopped himself back on the couch, turned on his PS3, and waited.

A/N: please dont kill me, I know it sux and it may be OOC (I can't tell) but...tell me what u think, no?