xXxXxXxChapter 2xXxXxXx -Demonic Boxes of Oz

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"Oh, I see," Light said, commenting on the new information he just received. Mello nodded eagerly, biting off a piece of chocolate.

"Yeah, so ever since then Matt's been kinda depressed. Sad, really," Mello stated, trailing off. He looked away.

"What exactly happened to it?" Light asked, curious. He had a plan for cheering up Matt. Which was ideal because it was Christmas.

"You see," Mello said, taking a particular noisy bite, "Roger caught him ripping up curtains and got mad, so he told Matt to get rid of it. So Matt had to let it go." Without warning, Light stood up, gratefully smiled at Mello, and ran towards the exit, putting on his coat all at the same time. It was at this time that Near decided to saunter through the room with a miniature robot in his left hand. Mello's eyes widened, this was all too familiar…

"Near… Where did you get that robot from?" Mello asked, afraid of the answer. Near paused briefly, twirling his hair. He smiled innocently and responded, "Somewhere, Mello, somewhere."

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Matt walked outside of the building and sat down on the frigid cold steps. He felt sad, he felt betrayed, but most of all, he felt like he was going to throw up. Blame the fruitcake. And not just any fruitcake, but one that was way back in the Wammy's pantry. It didn't quite look right. Then L came and stared at Matt, asking him when that cake had expired. Matt didn't know how to answer.

Anyways, going back to the source of Matt's melancholy, he was convinced he was stood up by his mentor. He was supposed to meet Light Yagami half an hour ago. Matt sighed and took out a cigarette, staring at it sadly. He twirled it around in his fingers, "I think I'll name you Kira," Matt said, bored.

"Perfect name for a killer! Hey, what did I say about smoking?" Light said, suddenly appearing. He was carrying a cardboard box with a shiny red bow on top.

"I wasn't smoking!" Matt exclaimed defensively, raising his arms in the classic it-wasn't-me pose and instantly regretting it when the cigarette fell out of his hand, onto the dirty pavement. He shook his head and picked it up. Light chuckled and sat down next to Matt.

"Aren't you cold?" Light asked softly, referring to the attack of the fluffy, white crap that buried anything in its path. Matt's mind, frozen as it already was, could not find anything smart to say.

"Aren't you?" Matt said, mentally smacking himself for not saying something such as: 'It's fine.', 'No.', or the famous 'It's not that cold.' That would've impressed Light more, Matt figured. Wait a second, Matt thought, why would I want to impress him? As Matt sat with a frustrated expression on his face, he suddenly felt warmer. Looking up, he saw Light only wearing a burgundy sweater. Light had put his coat around Matt. Matt blushed fervently and muttered out, "Thanks."

"No problem," Light said, "Oh, I've got something for you." He pointed at the ribboned box. The forgotten box suddenly turned over by its own accord, which shocked Matt. "It's Kemuri!" Light said.

"Kemuri?" Matt asked, extremely curious. Kemuri? The magical box of Oz that can move on its own? Or a new breed of Pokémon? Maybe it's some kind of robot… Or a ghost… Matt's head hurt by his incoherent thinking.

"Yeah… Here," Light said, handing over the demonic box to Matt. Matt took it and carefully, very carefully, took off its ribbon. Then he stopped, staring at it fearfully.

"It doesn't open by itself, Mattie," Light said quietly, fearing that Matt wouldn't like his present. With a single gulp, Matt opened the box to find a pile of cotton. Matt cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"Merry Christmas!" Light said happily. Suddenly, the pile of cotton moved to stare up at Matt with gorgeous, large green eyes. It meowed. Matt gasped, and then started to grin, taking the snow white kitten out of the box and setting it on his lap. It curled up instantly.

"Ah… It's so cute. Thank you!" Matt literally tackled Light in an embrace. To say a warm embrace would've been a lie because unfortunately for Light, both landed backwards in the snow, which was far from warm. Matt burst out laughing, clearly used to it. Light blinked for a bit, and then followed the example. Matt adjusted himself so that he was on top of Light. Light smirked devilishly, planning to switch positions. However, the ice would not allow it. Just as Light lightly sat up, Matt lost his balance, falling on top of Light. Both were blushing furiously as Light leaned in, whispering, "Well, that was smooth. Anything else you'd like to do?"

Matt smiled, "There's mistletoe there," he said. Jerking his head towards the door leading to the inside of the building.

"We can't break tradition, now can we?" Light said. Matt closed the distance between them, giving Light a passionate kiss.

You can just imagine the surprise Roger encountered when he opened the front door.