The meeting

The meeting

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, no matter how much I want to.

Matt sat back in the hard, plastic chair. He was in the student council meeting for Wammy's House. So far, it was a total bore. Why did he sign up for this in the first place?

The speaker brought up the next item on the agenda. 'And, we have to decide what to do for Spirit Week.'

A smile appeared on the red-heads face. Oh yeah, this was why he had signed up. 'Well,' he started, 'One thing bothers me about Spirit Week. Mello never does anything for it.'

There were murmurs of agreement around the table. One of the members spoke up. 'Why don't we make him?'

Make him? Matt thought. How can we make him? A picture of Mello chained to the bed popped into his mind. Then, they would have to take his clothes off, one black leather piece by black leather piece, until they could put on the Spirit clothes, and… On the other hand, screw Spirit Week, I'm doing that anyway.

The girl was still talking. 'Well, we can make the days things that he always does. For example, one of the days can be black day.'

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Matt grinned as he walked up to Mello.

'What are you smiling about?'

'I'm just so happy to see you, Mello.'

The blond was too tired to try to figure out what his strange friend was planning, so he went to sleep. Matt didn't get to try out the chaining him to the bed idea that night.