Fractured Ties (A Death Note Matt x Reader)

Disscussion Over Pizza

You dash out of the building, wanting to break the news to Matt and Mello. You hurried to your motorcycle, and rode on, into the orange and pink twilight.

You stormed into the room, just as Mello was about to open the door.

"MATT, YOU CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!" You both shouted in unison.

You both stared at each other.

"You can go first, Mello."

"ROGER RUVIE HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED AND HELD HOSTAGE!" Mello shouted.

"I'm working on the same case as Mello's!"

Matt stared at the two of you in disbelief.

"Roger, from Wammy's house!?"

You nodded.

"I-I can't believe it!" He uttered in disbelief.

His face was blank, trying to process all the information.

"But, why, how?" He asked.

"Well, he was kidnapped and held hostage for something of L's that he hid." You explained.

"Oh, okay." Matt has finally let the information sink in.

"I wonder, what that was it that Roger has kept hidden?" Mello wondered aloud.

"Beats me." You answered.

"Anyway, I ordered pizza for you guys. We can talk about the case after dinner." Said Matt.

You walked into the kitchen. A box of extra-large Hawaiian pizza lay in the center of the table.

"Yes, Pizza Nova is the BOMB.com!" You inwardly cheered.

You quickly grab three white porcelain plates, and set them on the table. Matt and Mello followed you into the kitchen, and sat in their usual seats. You opened the box, sending wisps of warm steam up to the ceiling. The scent of tomato sauce encased the whole room. Mello held a bottle of chocolate syrup, and (almost) squirted chocolate sauce onto the pizza. Thankfully, Matt stopped him, pulling him back to his seat.

"It tastes better with chocolate." Mello frowned.

"It really doesn't, choco-addict." You said.

"Whatever."

You pile five pizza slices onto my plate, and devoured them all, the cheesiness, and the flavorful taste of tomato sauce danced on your taste palate. You slump back on your chair with a full belly. You glance over at Mello, and see him squeeze chocolate syrup onto a distorted stack of pizzas, like pouring thick syrup onto a stack of pancakes.

"How can he even eat this disgusting Choco-pizza shit?" You wonder.

You glance at Matt who seems to be more interested in playing "Legend of Zelda" on his DS than the pizza.
"At this rate, Matt's going to starve himself." You inwardly thought.

You can't handle the sight of the neglected pizza slices, lying on Matt's plate any longer, so you pried the DS out of his fingers.

"NOOOO!" He wailed.

"I DIDN'T SAVE THE GAME!"

You picked up an abandoned pizza slice and held it up to his mouth. Matt snatched the slice away from your hands, and reluctantly ate the pizza slice, grumbling to himself. Note to complete strangers: don't interrupt Matt when he's gaming.  Later, after all of you have finished your meals, the three of you were piled on the living room couch, having a discussion on the case.